Legend of the Embroiderer

The east gradually brightened, and the first ray of morning light cut through the night like a sharp sword, revealing a pale sky.

Just as the tranquility was about to be broken, the team and the defectors of the Netherworld Cult gathered at the designated location. Their figures were looming in the morning mist, preparing to launch a final attack on the core area of ​​the Netherworld Cult.

In their hearts, there is hope for a new day, but also tension for the upcoming decisive battle.

Li Zhao gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his palms sweating slightly from nervousness, but his eyes were determined as he looked towards the sky that was about to break dawn: "It's time. Success or failure depends on this one move."

Although his voice was low, it was like the morning bell and evening drum, awakening the passion in every soldier's heart.

Wu Chen quietly chanted ancient spells, blessing the upcoming battle with magical protection, his eyes gleaming with anticipation for victory:

"Our efforts will finally bear fruit today." His staff gleamed faintly in the morning light, as if reflecting the first ray of sunlight in the sky.

The leader of the Netherworld Cult stood on the top of a towering mountain, overlooking the land below shrouded in the morning light.

His deep and cold eyes seemed to have seen through everything, and at this moment he was staring quietly at the ancient magic circle in the distance.

This magic circle is the source of power of the Netherworld Cult. After countless years of baptism and sedimentation, it contains endless mysterious power.

At this moment, as the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and fell on the earth, the ancient magic circle began to slowly wake up.

The runes in the magic circle lit up one after another, as if a long-sleeping dragon was gradually awakened.

They shine with dazzling light and intertwine to form a gorgeous and colorful pattern.

The lights became increasingly intense, eventually converging into a powerful, heart-pounding energy wave that spread out in all directions.

Wu Chen, standing nearby, twirled his beard lightly, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. His white Taoist robe fluttered gently in the morning breeze, adding a touch of sage-like aura to his appearance.

Facing this spectacular scene, he said calmly, "Although the source of the Netherworld Cult's power has been awakened, this is also their most vulnerable moment."

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone present. The calm confidence it revealed impressed everyone.

Elsewhere, Lu Zhanyuan was concentrating on reviewing the final strategic layout. His brow furrowed, his eyes scanning the surrounding terrain and the enemy's distribution like a torch.

Although he was a little worried, there was always a sharp light flashing in his eyes, as if he could see through all potential crises.

"We must seize this rare opportunity and go all out to defeat the core of the Netherworld Cult in one fell swoop!" Lu Zhanyuan said firmly.

His tone was firm and forceful, leaving no room for doubt. Years of battle experience had taught him that only decisive and ruthless attack could lead to victory in this life-and-death struggle.

Moreover, his carefully planned strategic deployment was already complete. As long as they acted according to the plan, success was in sight. Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

In the mysterious and deep heart of the Netherworld Cult, the dawn light has just pierced through the dark sky, and the faint morning light illuminates this gloomy place.

Li Zhao led the charge, a team of elite soldiers and generals, like a group of ferocious tigers galloping down the mountain, and pounced fiercely towards the magic circle that emitted a strange glow.

The purpose of their trip was very clear and resolute - to destroy the source of power on which the Netherworld Cult depended for its survival, thereby dealing a heavy blow to this evil force and weakening its powerful strength in one fell swoop.

Li Zhao was seen holding an extremely sharp sword, the blade flashing with cold light in the morning light. Wherever he pointed, many brave and fearless soldiers behind him rushed forward without hesitation.

Everyone's eyes were burning with a strong desire for victory and a fiery fighting spirit, as if this battle was the key to determine life and death.

When they really got close to the magic circle, they were shocked to find that the power contained in this magic circle far exceeded everyone's previous expectations.

The barrier surrounding the magic circle to protect it was extremely strong, like an insurmountable invisible barrier, ruthlessly blocking their way forward.

Although Li Zhao and his subordinates launched fierce attacks again and again, the barrier remained as solid as a rock and remained unmoved.

At that moment, Su Mengyao arrived at the front line, following the team closely. Her beautiful face was now solemn with nervousness, her brows slightly furrowed, and her bright eyes were fixed on the indestructible barrier before her.

Wu Chen gently waved the staff in his hand, and the staff head drew mysterious and unpredictable tracks in the air, while he whispered an ancient and mysterious spell.

As he cast the spell, a powerful magical power continuously gushed out from the top of the staff, intertwining and entwining in the air to form a huge magic net, slowly covering the barrier.

Wu Chen wants to use his superb magical skills to explore and capture the weak links in the barrier, and then find a way to break through it.

However, time was ticking away, and the situation was becoming increasingly critical. The Netherworld Cult's guards had already noticed Li Zhao and his companions' movements and were rushing in from all directions to reinforce them. A thrilling and fierce battle was about to break out...

The battle horn exploded like thunder, piercing the sky and echoing throughout the chaotic battlefield.

The shouts and sounds of metal clashing intertwined together, deafening the ears; the flashing of swords and the flying of swords were like meteors across the sky, dazzling the eyes.

Colorful magic lights danced freely in the air, sometimes turning into raging flames, sometimes condensing into sharp ice arrows, and sometimes transforming into violent thunder and lightning, rendering this world as if the end of the world has come.

At this critical moment of life and death, cracks began to appear in the dam of faith deep in the hearts of some members of the Netherworld Cult, and it gradually collapsed.

Their eyes shifted back and forth between their companions fighting bloody battles beside them and the hideous-looking enemies, as if they were lost in a vast fog.

After a painful struggle, these people finally chose to switch sides and fight side by side with their original team to resist the fanatical believers who were still loyal to the sect leader.

Among the many defectors, a middle-aged man in Taoist robes was particularly eye-catching. His name was Xuan Zhen.

His face was haggard and his expression was solemn. His deep eyes revealed deep regret and a determination to make a desperate effort.

During a rare, brief ceasefire, Xuan Zhen hurried across the smoke-filled battlefield and finally arrived in front of Li Zhao. He was panting, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, but he still forced himself to speak in a low voice:

"Young Master Li, please listen to me! Regarding that mysterious magic circle, I actually know the key secret—in order to completely destroy its core, a special ritual must be performed."

As he said this, Xuan Zhen's voice trembled slightly unconsciously. It was obvious that he was afraid of the terrifying power controlled by the Netherworld Cult, but at the same time he was extremely eager to break free from the shackles and regain his freedom.

Li Zhao gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, veins popping out on the back of his hand. A hint of surprise suddenly flashed across his deep eyes, but that surprise was fleeting, replaced by extreme caution and alertness.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the Taoist Xuanzhen in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Master Xuanzhen, although what you say sounds quite tempting, how can we easily believe you? You must know that the Netherworld Cult has always been known for its treacherous and changeable methods!"

Although his voice trembled slightly, he could not hide the excitement he felt deep in his heart for the upcoming adventure; his calm judgment had not diminished in the slightest.

At this moment, Taoist Xuanzhen calmly took out a scroll of ancient and yellowed scriptures from his bosom. This scroll seemed to bear the marks of the vicissitudes of time and seemed mysterious.

Taoist Xuanzhen whispered softly, "I went through untold hardships to secretly retrieve this from the treasure trove of the Netherworld Cult's forbidden tome. As far as I know, only by following the unique rituals contained in this scripture can the source of the magic circle's power be completely dissipated."

As he spoke, he stretched out his slender fingers and gently touched the scripture, as if he could truly feel the powerful force hidden in it through his fingertips.

Su Mengyao, who was standing by and listening quietly, also had her beautiful eyes flickering, revealing a mixture of anticipation and a hint of nervousness. She said slowly:

"Master Xuanzhen, we are well aware that this operation cannot be carried out without your full support. But please forgive me for saying something extraneous—we must be extremely careful. After all, the leader of the Netherworld Cult will never sit idly by and watch us destroy the magic array they painstakingly constructed!"

After she finished speaking, she secretly practiced her internal energy and gathered her strength. The magic power in her body was already ready to be unleashed. As long as there was a slight disturbance, she could instantly use the exquisite magic she was good at to deal with various possible emergencies.

On the battlefield filled with smoke and flames of war, shouts of killing and the sounds of weapons clashing could be heard one after another.

The team members are engaged in a thrilling life-and-death battle with the vicious followers of the Netherworld Cult.

There were flashes of swords and shadows, blood splattered everywhere, both sides were blood-thirsty, and the battle was extremely fierce.

The long battle gradually exhausted the team members' physical strength, and their power was consumed bit by bit.

They began to feel a little powerless, but the enemy was still aggressive and pressed forward step by step.

At this extremely critical moment, a mysterious figure appeared quietly at the edge of the battlefield like a ghost.

At first, the figure was vague in the thick morning fog, as if it was just an illusory shadow.

As he approached, everyone finally got a clear look at the newcomer's face. It turned out to be Xuan Kong, the former and highly respected elder of the Netherworld Cult!

The appearance of Elder Xuankong surprised everyone. You know, this elder was once imprisoned because he firmly opposed the brutal acts of the Netherworld Cult. Now he could miraculously appear here.

His weather-beaten face was engraved with deep marks of time, and his eyes revealed a kind of indifference and unyielding perseverance after experiencing vicissitudes of life.

Li Zhao, who was fighting hard, inadvertently caught a glimpse of Elder Xuankong's figure, and couldn't help feeling surprised.

But this surprise was fleeting, replaced by a heart full of joy and eager anticipation. He waved his sword to resist the enemy's attack and shouted loudly: "Elder Xuankong, why are you here?"

Although there was still a hint of doubt and uncertainty in his voice, it was more of a desire for strong support.

A faint smile slowly blossomed on Elder Xuankong's weathered face. Although the smile was faint, it seemed to contain endless profound meaning, making it difficult to grasp.

His voice, calm as water yet full of power, sounded slowly:

"Back then, I was ruthlessly abandoned by the Netherworld Cult. But even so, my deep-seated commitment to justice has never wavered! Today, I will do my utmost to lend you a helping hand!"

After saying this, Elder Xuankong gently reached into his bosom, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid to awaken some dormant treasure. In a moment, he carefully pulled out a scroll of scriptures that looked quite ancient.