Legend of the Embroiderer

At this time, the defector pointed at the parchment and said, "This is a little-known secret passage within the Netherworld Cult. Through it, you can directly reach the core area of ​​the Netherworld Cult."

Li Zhao's eyes were like those of an eagle, fixed on the yellowed parchment. The mysterious route drawn on it seemed to have an invisible magic that attracted all his attention.

His heartbeat involuntarily quickened a few beats, and a sense of uncontrollable surprise slowly rose from the bottom of his heart. This joy was like a flash in the pan, and was instantly overwhelmed by vigilance and caution.

"This is indeed a little-known path..." Li Zhao muttered to himself, his voice low and steady, with a hint of subtle excitement. "But the potential risks are also obvious and unquestionable."

Beneath that seemingly calm exterior, there is actually an eager anticipation for the upcoming adventure, while at the same time maintaining a calmness and rationality that comes from instinct.

Su Mengyao, who was standing aside, frowned, and her dark eyebrows, like two crescent moons, trembled slightly.

Her intelligent eyes stared at the lines on the parchment, her mind racing through all the possible scenarios.

As a meticulous person, she would never be easily fooled by appearances.

"If the leader of the Netherworld Cult has indeed noticed the unrest within the sect, then our actions are tantamount to walking into a trap, like pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth!"

Su Mengyao's tone was serious and solemn. Her slender fingers gently stroked the parchment, as if she wanted to touch the numerous crises hidden within the paper through the surface.

Wu Chen and Lu Zhanyuan were huddled together, whispering in low voices. Their eyes would occasionally meet, sparks of strategic intent flashing forth.

Wu Chen's face was gloomy, and he said slowly, "If we can skillfully use this secret passage, we might be able to deal a fatal blow to the Netherworld Cult and directly stab them in the vital parts!"

His understanding of the Netherworld Cult is deep-rooted. With his profound knowledge of Taoism, he is well aware of the powerful strength and potential threats of this evil cult organization, so he takes every step with extreme caution.

Lu Zhanyuan nodded slightly in agreement. His eagle-like eyes fixed on the map before him, the plan in his mind running smoothly like a precision machine.

He was fully aware of the importance of this mission and the huge risks it faced, so every detail and every decision was carefully considered to ensure that there were no mistakes.

His slender fingers slowly moved across the map, bringing everything to life. Every pause, every line, represented his precise prediction and meticulous planning for the impending battle.

The team members standing by listened attentively to Lu Zhanyuan's instructions, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Based on the valuable information provided by the defector, after some discussion, everyone finally decided to split into two groups and carry out the operation.

They were gathered under a dim firelight, each of their faces illuminated by the flickering flames, their expressions looking particularly solemn.

Their expressions, tinged with determination and a touch of nervousness, clearly reflected their complex emotions about the upcoming adventure—an eager anticipation for unknown challenges and an irrepressible uneasiness.

At this moment, Li Zhao said, "Su Mengyao and I will lead a team of elites deep into the core area of ​​the Netherworld Cult. The purpose of this trip is to destroy the source of its power!"

After saying this, he stretched out his hand and gently patted the sword hanging at his waist. The sword body trembled slightly, making a crisp and pleasant sound, as if responding to the master's determination to fight to the death.

Su Mengyao opened her red lips and nodded slightly, indicating her agreement with the plan at hand.

There was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes, as deep as autumn water. The light was as dazzling as the bright stars in the night sky, and it contained full anticipation for the upcoming difficult challenges.

"The mission we shoulder this time is of extraordinary significance and carries a heavy responsibility, so we must proceed with extreme caution at every step. We absolutely must not let the insidious and cunning Netherworld Cult detect our actions!"

As she finished her words, she gripped the staff tightly in her hand, and a faint and soft light emanated from the staff, as if announcing to the world that it was ready to cast powerful spells at any time.

At the same time, Wu Chen and Lu Zhanyuan, who were standing aside, did not show any weakness and resolutely took on the important task of restraining the main force of the Netherworld Cult on the periphery.

Wu Chen, a Taoist priest who has been through many battles and is extremely experienced, is now leisurely stroking his beard on his chin with a faint smile on his lips.

From his steady and powerful voice, one can clearly sense an innate calmness and confidence:

"Rest assured, everyone. We will create chaos on the perimeter, thereby buying you the precious time to successfully infiltrate the enemy."

In the breeze, the wide and flowing Taoist robe on his body danced gently in the wind, and his fluttering sleeves showed his immortal and Taoist demeanor. It seemed that he was fully prepared to face the difficulties, dangers and tests from all sides.

Looking at Lu Zhanyuan again, his eyes, as sharp as an eagle's, flashed with wisdom and shrewdness from time to time.

He frowned slightly and said thoughtfully, "If we want to successfully complete this mission, we must accurately control the rhythm of the entire battle and not give the Netherworld Cult any breathing space."

All along, the various ingenious combat plans he formulated have convinced everyone, so as long as he is around, everyone will feel particularly at ease and secure.

In the winding, deep and quiet ancient road, the cleansing operation launched by the Netherworld Cult was like a sudden and merciless snowstorm that came without warning.

Those members who once had doubts about the sect's goals and the methods it used have now become prey to a brutal hunt.

Their panicked fleeing figures and unyielding resistance were like stones thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples one after another in the dark shadow of the Netherworld Cult that followed them everywhere.

In the secret room of the Netherworld Cult hidden deep underground, several believers were sitting around an oil lamp that emitted a dim light.

Fear and trepidation were clearly etched on each of their faces. The elderly believer, his voice trembling slightly, muttered to himself in a low voice:

"Among us, some of our companions have begun to question the path our sect is taking, and they are being subjected to relentless and frantic pursuit from within the sect!"

From his words, one can clearly feel a sense of confusion and helplessness about the unknown future, as well as a deep fear of facing the cruel reality of the moment.

Another relatively younger believer tightly grasped the cold weapon in his hand. His eyes burned with rage, and his eyes kept flashing with anxiety. He growled through gritted teeth:

"Back then, I was devoted to our sect with all my heart! But today, all I see before my eyes is inhumane atrocities and heartbreaking betrayal!"

At this moment, his once unwavering heart was struggling with intense inner conflict—should he continue to follow the Netherworld Cult's leadership with all his heart? This question weighed on him like a heavy boulder, nearly suffocating him.

The news spread quickly throughout the team as if it had wings. Li Zhao and Su Mengyao were carefully walking on the road to infiltrate the Netherworld Sect.

When the rumors reached their ears, ripples involuntarily arose in their hearts, and tension surged in their hearts like a tide.

Li Zhao was seen gripping the hilt of the sword tightly, with veins bulging on the back of his hand, as if he wanted to crush the hilt.

He lowered his voice, speaking in a serious and solemn tone, "The Netherworld Cult's purge is actually happening even faster than we expected. This means we have even less time to complete our mission."

Although his voice clearly revealed a sense of urgency, it also contained the wisdom to remain calm and analyze the situation calmly.

Su Mengyao, standing nearby, nodded slightly, agreeing with Li Zhao's opinion. Her beautiful eyes were darting around as she silently calculated the various possible repercussions of this cleansing.

After a moment, she opened her red lips and said softly, "This sudden purge may indeed add a lot of new variables to our action plan.

On the other hand, if handled properly, it might become an opportunity for us to break through the Netherworld Cult's defenses, as this large-scale purge is likely to weaken the Netherworld Cult's internal power."

As she spoke, her eyes flashed with anticipation and a hint of nervousness, as if she couldn't wait to face the upcoming fierce battle.

Wu Chen and Lu Zhanyuan, who were on the outside responsible for containing the main force of the Netherworld Cult, were also keenly aware of the turmoil within the Netherworld Cult.

Wu Chen frowned slightly, and after pondering for a moment, he said in a low and steady voice:

"In my opinion, the Netherworld Cult's high-profile purge is very likely to trigger even greater chaos. If we can cleverly exploit this, we might be able to take advantage of the situation, disrupt their deployment, and thus create favorable conditions for our ultimate victory."

After all, as a master of Taoism, Wu Chen has a clear understanding of the complexity of human hearts and the changes in the situation.

Lu Zhanyuan nodded slightly in agreement. His deep eyes gleamed with wisdom, as if everything was under control.

He spoke methodically, "That's right. We must remain highly vigilant of the Netherworld Cult's every move and immediately adjust our strategy at the slightest sign of trouble. After all, this is a contest fraught with uncertainty and danger!"

Having said that, his eyes became sharper, like a sword about to be unsheathed, always ready to deal with any difficult situation that might arise.

At this moment, deep within the mysterious heartland of the Netherworld Cult, a surging undercurrent was quietly surging. Like volcanic magma buried deep underground, after a long period of suppression and accumulation, it finally reached a point where it could no longer be contained.

The fuse of this civil war was inadvertently ignited under the seemingly calm surface, instantly triggering a series of chain reactions.

It turned out that for a long time, some believers had been living under endless oppression and fear. The doubts and resentment deep in their hearts grew wildly like weeds, until today, when they finally erupted completely.

These tortured people resolutely chose to betray the sect leader they once revered, and instead joined hands with those equally dissatisfied defectors, determined to jointly fight against the powerful force that they feared.

At this moment, Li Zhao and Su Mengyao were carefully moving through the intricate secret passages of the Netherworld Sect.

Suddenly, a loud and clamorous sound from far away reached their ears. They both stopped in their tracks, frowning, their hearts filled with an indescribable complex emotion.