Legend of the Embroiderer

Deep in the ancient ruins hidden in the long river of time, the team members gathered together tightly.

They sat on the ground, beside a blazing bonfire. The dancing flames were like twinkling stars in the night sky, illuminating the dark place.

Each person's face was illuminated by the flickering firelight, with the complex expressions on their faces clearly visible between the interweaving of light and shadow.

It was a deep exhaustion left after going through numerous hardships and dangers, as if both the body and mind had reached their limits.

However, their eyes also revealed a sense of tension as they were always highly alert to their surroundings.

The leaping flames danced merrily, like a group of playful elves frolicking in the air. They cast the figures of the crowd onto the ground, forming strange, distorted, and intermittently long black shadows.

These shadows kept changing their postures as the firelight flickered, sometimes elongated to be as eerie and terrifying as ghosts, and sometimes shortened to be as short and funny as dwarfs, adding a weird atmosphere to the whole scene.

In this hazy place where light and shadow intertwine, a figure stands quietly. This person is shrouded from head to toe in a mysterious veil, making it difficult to glimpse his true appearance.

He was like a ghost emerging quietly from the dark abyss, without any sound, but exuding a powerful aura that could not be ignored.

Although he didn't say anything or make any movements, just standing there was enough to attract everyone's gaze and attention.

The true identity of this mysterious figure and his real purpose in coming to assist the team have been a huge mystery that has lingered in everyone's mind from beginning to end.

The team members had also speculated and discussed this privately, but in the end no one could uncover the truth hidden behind this veil.

Finally, the mysterious figure slowly opened his lips and broke the solemn silence with a low and penetrating voice.

Each of his words struck people's hearts like a heavy hammer, with a resolute force:

"Everyone, please listen to me. I know you have many questions in your hearts, but today, I have decided to reveal to you the truth that has been hidden for so long."

As he said this, he seemed to put down the heavy burden he had been carrying for a long time, and he looked a little more relaxed.

Hearing this, Li Zhao's right hand, which had been tightly gripping the hilt of the sword with veins bulging, involuntarily loosened a little.

It was as if the sword had suddenly lost its original weight, becoming somewhat light and fluttering. His gaze never left the mysterious figure from beginning to end.

His piercing eyes were like two burning flames, bright and blazing. The emotions revealed in them were extremely complex: confusion, curiosity, but more importantly, a deep anticipation that was difficult to conceal.

At this moment, Li Zhao suddenly took a step forward, and the ground under his feet seemed to tremble slightly because of his sudden movement.

His voice was urgent and resonant, echoing through the air like a mighty bell. "So, may I ask who you are, Excellency? And why are you going to such great lengths to help strangers like you?"

Su Mengyao, who had been standing silently to the side, finally moved. Her two beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, like a crescent moon gently blown by the breeze in the night sky.

There is a gleam of wisdom in her beautiful eyes, as deep and charming as the starry night sky.

She opened her red lips and spoke slowly, "If you are indeed a defector from the Netherworld Cult as the outside world has said, then I would really like to know what exactly caused you to so resolutely abandon the sect you once belonged to?"

Although her tone was gentle, the sharp meaning contained in it was like an invisible sword, piercing straight into the heart of the mysterious figure.

The mysterious figure stood there quietly, like a silent sculpture. He slowly raised his head and took a deep breath. The breath seemed to come from the depths of the earth, carrying a chill that was so refreshing that it made people shudder.

He narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, and a hint of extremely complex emotions flashed across his eyes, which were originally as deep and calm as an ancient well.

The emotion was like a calm lake being hit by a stone, causing ripples to suddenly appear and spread out in circles, making it difficult for others to see the true meaning.

Looking closely, that emotion seemed to contain endless memories of the past, including the supreme glory and splendor of the past in the Netherworld Sect, as well as those painful experiences and regrets that were too painful to recall.

These emotions intertwined together to form a dense web that tightly entangled him, making him deeply trapped in it and unable to extricate himself.

"I..." His voice was low and slow, as if every word he uttered took a lot of effort.

The voice seemed to have traveled through the vast tunnel of time, carrying the weight of history and weighing heavily on people's hearts. "I was once a member of the Netherworld Cult."

Having said this, he paused for a moment, a barely perceptible look of pain showing on his face. Then, he took a deep breath and continued:

"As the years passed, I gradually came to see the ruthless ambition and cruelty hidden behind that sect. They would stop at nothing to achieve their goals, treating human life as worthless and trampling on it wantonly. Those inhumane and heartless acts tormented my conscience, and I could no longer tolerate being part of such a dark organization."

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he gritted his teeth and said firmly:

"I resolutely chose to leave, and since then embarked on this difficult and dangerous road of pursuing justice!"

After saying this, he suddenly straightened his body, and an invisible aura emanated from him, as if announcing to the world his unyielding belief and pursuit.

In the interval between words, he slowly raised his arm, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing anything.

As he moved, a hand slowly stretched out from his arms, and in the palm of his hand, a roll of parchment was carefully held.

This parchment scroll obviously looks quite old. Its edges are slightly yellowed, as if it has been eroded by time.

If you look closely, you can see that it is covered with densely packed handwriting in black ink. The handwriting is so closely arranged that it looks like a group of ants busy crawling on the paper.

When you look closer, you can clearly see that these words record in detail the many secrets of the Netherworld Cult.

It not only includes the complex organizational structure within the sect, but also the specific distribution of personnel; even more surprisingly, even the weak points in the defense of the Netherworld Sect's various strongholds, and even the large-scale attack plan they are about to launch, are listed one by one.

Wu Chen and Lu Zhanyuan, who were standing nearby, looked at each other as they witnessed this scene. When their eyes met, a sense of doubt instantly spread across their faces.

Although the information before them seemed extremely important to them, the question was, where did this mysterious figure who suddenly appeared and provided such confidential information come from?

His identity and background are completely unknown, so the authenticity of this information naturally needs further verification.

Even though they had doubts in their hearts, they both knew very well that if this information was eventually proven to be true, then there would be no doubt that it would become an extremely crucial key to help them defeat the Netherworld Cult.

After a brief silence, time seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere grew increasingly heavy. Finally, Wu Chen took the lead in breaking the suffocating deadlock.

His face was as solemn as ice, and his eyes were fixed on the mysterious figure in front of him. His gaze was like two sharp arrows, as if he wanted to see through the other person completely.

Then, he slowly spoke, his voice deep and powerful, as if coming from deep underground:

"If what you say is true, then this intelligence will undoubtedly be the decisive factor in our ultimate victory. Words alone are not enough. Before we proceed, we must thoroughly and carefully verify every word and sentence you say to ensure its authenticity and reliability."

As soon as the words fell, the scene fell into silence again. Everyone's eyes were focused on the mysterious figure, waiting for his response.

To everyone's surprise, facing Wu Chen's serious and cautious attitude, the mysterious figure not only did not show the slightest dissatisfaction or anger, on the contrary, he actually nodded slightly, indicating that he could fully understand the actions of Wu Chen and others.

Then, a faint smile crept up the corner of his mouth like the warm sunshine breaking through the ice in spring.

Although the smile was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible, it succeeded in relaxing his tense face a little. At this moment, the people present truly witnessed him showing such a relaxed expression for the first time.

"I naturally understand your concerns, which is why I risked my life to come here and deliver this crucial information to you."

The mysterious figure continued calmly, "I sincerely hope to work together with all of you, shoulder to shoulder, to jointly resist the vicious dark forces of the Netherworld Cult. Only in this way can we restore peace and prosperity to this world!"

Just after the mysterious figure expressed his attitude in a resounding voice, the entire team atmosphere, which was originally filled with tension and oppression, suddenly became relaxed as if blown by a spring breeze.

Everyone seemed to be liberated, and they quickly gathered together, their eyes fixed on the parchment carrying important information.

People gathered very close, almost face to face, afraid of missing any subtle details. Everyone stared with wide eyes, carefully examining the densely packed words and patterns on the parchment, as if trying to peek through them to find the huge secret hidden behind them.

Soon, the crowd erupted in discussions. Some pointed and excitedly expressed their opinions, others frowned in thought, and still others nodded in agreement.

For a moment, various opinions collided and intertwined with each other, creating an extremely lively scene.

As for the content presented on the parchment, everyone expressed their opinions and launched a heated and in-depth discussion.

Some people proposed bold and risky plans, while others advocated acting cautiously and weighing the pros and cons.

In this process, everyone fully utilizes their wisdom and experience, striving to find the most appropriate and effective response strategy.

It can be said that this life-or-death battle between good and evil officially began at this moment...

At the same time, the valuable information brought by the new ally was like a magical shot of adrenaline, injected into the hearts of everyone present at lightning speed.

The eyes that had become dim due to numerous difficulties and setbacks now rekindled the fire of hope!

The light of hope is so dazzling. It is like a lighthouse hanging high in the dark night sky, standing there unswervingly, illuminating the thorny and rugged road ahead with its warm and bright light.