Legend of the Embroiderer

Su Mengyao pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and slowly spoke, "Brother Lu, we all deeply understand the pain you've experienced. However, at this critical moment, we really have to be doubly careful and cautious!"

Her soft and sympathetic voice was like a warm spring breeze, gently blowing through the hearts of everyone present.

At the same time, the mysterious old man who had been silent all this time stood quietly by the side, watching everything happening in front of him silently.

His eyes were like two deep ancient wells, calm and yet seemed to contain endless wisdom.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke in a low yet steady voice, "Everything in the world has its own laws of development. Time will reveal all the truth. However, the urgent task now is for all of us to work together and unite as one to resist the enormous threat posed by the Netherworld Cult."

At this moment, the blazing bonfire illuminated the surroundings brilliantly. Four people sat around it, the flickering flames dancing joyfully across their faces, the interplay of light and shadow clearly revealing the inner turmoil and anxiety within each of them.

Lu Zhanyuan's sudden joining was like injecting a breath of fresh blood into this originally weak team, undoubtedly adding a new strength to the entire team; but at the same time, his arrival inevitably brought some unknown variables.

All I could hear was Lu Zhanyuan shouting solemnly, "I am willing to accept any form of test, just to prove to you all my unwavering loyalty to our group!"

After saying that, his unwavering gaze began to scan back and forth among the other four people, as if he wanted to find the trust he had always dreamed of from their eyes.

Li Zhao and Wu Chen exchanged glances upon seeing this. They both knew that the decision they were about to make not only affected the future safety and survival of the entire team, but also directly affected their ability to successfully fight against the powerful Netherworld Cult.

In that secret corner forgotten by the world and hidden in the darkness, Lu Zhanyuan stood in front of the small group of four people like a sturdy mountain.

In his eyes, as deep as the sea, there was a gleam of unwavering determination, as if burning with a raging fire, which was the persistence and desire to prove his loyalty.

Lu Zhanyuan knew very well that if he wanted to truly gain the trust of these people, he could only do so by completely uncovering the long-buried, unknown secrets of the Netherworld Cult.

So he took a deep breath, as if to encourage himself, then slowly reached into his arms and carefully took out a tattered and yellowed parchment.

I saw that the parchment was covered with intricate patterns and mysterious symbols, as if it contained endless mysteries.

"This piece of parchment was discovered by chance while I was lurking inside the Netherworld Cult." Lu Zhanyuan's voice was low and magnetic, but it revealed a hint of imperceptible tension.

At this moment, he stared at the parchment in his hand, as if it carried the weight of the world.

Li Zhao, upon seeing this, hurried forward and took the parchment from Lu Zhanyuan. His brows furrowed tightly, like two entangled caterpillars, his gaze fixed on the intricate patterns, examining them intently.

After a long while, Li Zhao finally raised his head, his eyes full of confusion, and asked, "What on earth is this thing?" A hint of curiosity unconsciously revealed in his voice.

Lu Zhanyuan nodded slightly and explained solemnly, "This is the design drawing of the Netherworld Cult's secret weapon, which they call the 'Time and Space Lock.' It is said that this weapon possesses the magical ability to control the power of the 'Time and Space Xuan Ji', allowing this extremely powerful force to be driven by the Netherworld Cult!"

A hint of surprise that was hard to ignore suddenly flashed across Su Mengyao's bright eyes, as dazzling as a bright meteor across the night sky.

She opened her lips slightly and spoke in a voice as gentle as the breeze across the lake, "If this is true, then perhaps we can find an effective way to curb the spread of the Netherworld Cult's evil power."

Wu Chen, standing nearby, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, as if it were his last line of defense. His gaze, like that of a ferocious falcon, was sharp and penetrating, staring directly at Lu Zhanyuan, as if trying to see through his eyes to the secrets hidden deep within his heart.

He asked in a deep voice, "How did you get this blueprint?"

A flash of painful memories instantly crossed Lu Zhanyuan's originally calm face, as if he was hit by a sudden storm.

His voice grew deep and solemn, as if every word carried a tremendous weight. "Back then, I too was unfortunate enough to become a member of the Netherworld Cult. During those days, I witnessed their inhumane and brutal atrocities firsthand. And this invaluable blueprint was obtained by chance from a craftsman whom I risked my life to save during my desperate escape from that demonic lair."

At this moment, the mysterious old man who had been silent all this time slowly raised his head, and a hint of admiration flashed across his eyes as deep as the sea.

Then, he said with a slightly relieved tone, "There's no doubt that this blueprint is extremely important to us. Lu Zhanyuan, I have to say that what you've done this time has truly made a great contribution!"

Looking at the remnants of the Netherworld Cult, there were about a dozen of them. They were all wearing tattered black clothes stained with dirt and blood, as if they had just experienced a fierce battle.

Everyone's face was covered with hideous scars. The crisscrossing scars looked like twisted poisonous snakes, making people afraid to look at them.

Their eyes, filled with anger, were like burning flames, as if they wanted to burn everything around them to ashes, in order to vent the endless hatred and resentment in their hearts.

Just by looking at them from a distance, one can feel the cruelty of these people and the strong murderous intent emanating from them.

Their leader, a burly man holding a heavy sword, thundered, "Lu Zhanyuan, you traitor! Your betrayal has cost us everything. Today, we demand revenge!"

Lu Zhanyuan's face was as pale as paper, but there was a glimmer of determination flickering in his eyes.

He faced his former colleagues and spoke in a low yet powerful voice, "I have never betrayed justice! Everything I have done is simply because I firmly believe that I have chosen the right path. Look at the Netherworld Cult today; their actions have long since deviated from their original purpose and beliefs!"

Li Zhao, standing by, gripped the hilt tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand. His gaze was as sharp and alert as a hawk's. Clearly, he knew full well that this fierce battle was unavoidable.

He turned his head slightly and shouted to Lu Zhanyuan, "Lu Zhanyuan, please retreat to the back for now. Leave this to us. We must completely eradicate these remnants of the Netherworld Cult!"

Meanwhile, Wu Chen stood silently beside Lu Zhanyuan. His sword was already unsheathed, its sharp blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, as if eager to drink the enemy's blood.

At this moment, he exuded a calm aura like a mountain, which made people dare not underestimate him.

Suddenly, a mysterious magical power began to gather in Wuchen's palms. His eyes, once as deep as the sea, now shone with a heart-pounding light of determination.

He murmured softly, "Brother Lu, your loyalty has been fully proven. Let us join hands and fight against these villains who dare to challenge justice! Today, we will show the remaining members of the Netherworld Cult how powerful we are!"

A heart-pounding ray of light suddenly flashed in the mysterious old man's deep eye sockets, as dazzling as a meteor across the night sky.

His hoarse, deep voice slowly rang out, carrying with it an irresistible, unquestionable, commanding authority: "Children! Today, let us demonstrate our unwavering resolve through concrete actions! We must make those remnants of the Netherworld Cult clearly understand that the mighty force of justice cannot be stopped by any evil!"

With this roar, the battle erupted like a volcano. Four figures rushed towards the remaining members of the Netherworld Cult like arrows, and the two sides were instantly engaged in a thrilling and fierce battle.

For a moment, swords flashed like dancing silver snakes, and magic exploded like fireworks. Every swing of the sword brought a sharp, piercing sound, as if tearing through the void; every spell he cast contained a terrifying force of devastating power, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

Lu Zhanyuan, who was in the center of the battlefield, was even more brave and fearless. He perfectly interpreted what true courage and strength are.

He was seen holding a long sword, his body was agile and erratic, his sword skills were sharp and ruthless, every attack was as fast as a storm, and every move was precise and deadly, without the slightest deviation.

You know, Lu Zhanyuan was once a disciple of the Netherworld Sect, but now he has resolutely chosen to stand on the side of justice and completely broke with his former fellow disciples.

At this moment, his eyes, which were originally as clear as water, were burning with raging anger, which was the fire of endless hatred towards the Netherworld Cult.

The long sword in his hand reflected a cold light under the sunlight, just like a nimble dragon, shuttling back and forth among the enemies. Every swing brought a series of crisp sword sounds, and his momentum was like a rainbow, unstoppable.

Lu Zhanyuan's figure was particularly eye-catching and agile on the chaotic battlefield. Every time he attacked decisively, he was able to hit the target accurately and ruthlessly repel the remnants of the Netherworld Cult. His mighty momentum was simply unstoppable.

“For my family, I will never back down!” Lu Zhanyuan’s voice echoed in the wind, and his courage and strength shocked the other members of the team.

Li Zhao was seen holding the shining long sword tightly in both hands, dancing vigorously, and the sword shadow whizzed past like a storm.

At this moment, he was shocked by Lu Zhanyuan's outstanding performance, and his surprise was beyond words, but at the same time, a deep admiration arose spontaneously.

"Wow, it seems we were right! This Lu Zhanyuan is truly a true warrior!"

Li Zhao yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice resounding like a bell, echoing throughout the battlefield. His shout seemed to possess boundless power, instantly igniting the fighting spirit and courage of his team members.

Meanwhile, Wuchen was casting a powerful spell, sending brilliant, colorful lights blooming in the air like dazzling fireworks in the night sky.

His spells can not only deal fatal blows to the enemy, but also build an indestructible line of defense for the entire team, protecting everyone's safety.

Wu Chen's eyes were fixed on Lu Zhanyuan, a gleam of undisguised trust in them. He said firmly, "Let us join hands and fight to the end!"