Legend of the Embroiderer

As the first rays of sunlight in the morning gradually disappeared behind the horizon, the once glorious remains of the Netherworld Cult were now completely covered by a thick and mysterious shadow.

This team is composed of a group of people with unique skills and characteristics. They are carefully following the mysterious priest and slowly walking through the dilapidated ruins.

The gravel and rubble under your feet rub against each other, making a slight rustling sound from time to time, as if telling the story of the vicissitudes of this ancient relic in the past.

Li Zhao, who was walking at the front of the team, tightly gripped the hilt of the extremely sharp sword in his hand, his eyes as sharp and alert as a falcon.

He kept scanning every corner around him, not missing any movement, to ensure that no ambush troops from the Netherworld Cult hidden in the darkness would suddenly appear.

I saw the black robe of Priest Xuan Ji leading the way in front fluttering in the wind like a flag.

His deep and mysterious voice came slowly, "Everyone, please follow my steps closely. There is a very hidden entrance here that will lead us directly to the deepest part of the ruins."

As he spoke, his eyes, as deep as the sea, shone with eager anticipation for the unknown secrets that were about to be revealed.

Deep in those eyes, which were hardly noticeable to others, there was a hint of indescribable worry.

Li Zhao didn't dare slack off, always following closely behind the figure of the Xuanji priest. The blade of the sword in his hand was reflected by the weak light that shone through the heavy haze, and from time to time it reflected a chilling cold light.

Li Zhao's inner monologue was resolute: "We must be extremely cautious in this operation! You know, the followers of the Netherworld Cult are always insidious and cunning. No one can predict when or where they will suddenly appear and attack."

At this moment, he couldn't help but stretch out a hand and gently stroke the finely carved lines on the hilt.

It seemed that from this familiar touch, he drew endless courage and strength, allowing his originally uneasy heart to calm down again and be filled with determination to move forward again.

Wu Chen followed Li Zhao's steps closely, holding her exquisite staff firmly in her hand. The staff emitted a faint but warm light, like stars in the night sky, illuminating the way forward for the entire team.

She recited a mysterious protective spell, which flowed from her mouth like a gurgling stream, and the clear and pleasant sound echoed in the silent ruins.

Although she tried to keep her tone steady, one could still hear a hint of nervousness that was difficult to conceal.

"Beneath these ruins, there are too many unknown secrets and dangers hidden. We must not let our guard down and must be fully prepared."

Su Mengyao muttered softly while scanning the dark corners around her with her beautiful eyes. Her eyes showed both full anticipation for the thrilling adventure that was about to begin and a faint worry about potential threats.

Lu Zhanyuan stood on the side of the team, staring intently at the movements around him. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he would not miss any movement.

Wu Chen said in a calm, steady, yet powerful voice, "Everyone, please be alert! There's a strange aura everywhere here. No one can predict what terrifying things are lurking deep within these ruins."

Relying on his profound Taoist skills, Wu Chen became even more alert in such a gloomy and terrifying environment. He concentrated on sensing even the slightest energy fluctuations around him, and was ready to deal with all kinds of sudden situations at any time and anywhere.

Looking at Lu Zhanyuan, he was holding a yellowed old map, concentrating on studying every route marked on it, as well as the possible exit locations.

His fingers moved rapidly back and forth across the map, sometimes pausing to think, sometimes decisively marking it. His expression of concentration was as if he were deciphering an extremely complex puzzle.

"We must keep every possible route in mind so that we can quickly find a way out in an emergency."

Lu Zhanyuan's eyes also flashed with a sharp light, revealing his deep-seated high level of caution towards this expedition.

When the entire team carefully stepped into the underground space, a cold breath as if coming from the underworld surged like a tide, instantly sweeping over each of them.

The biting cold felt like countless pairs of cold hands gently caressing people's exposed skin, making people shiver involuntarily and covered with goose bumps.

In this strange and eerie atmosphere, there seemed to be a faint trace of residual power left over from ancient magic.

Those stones that have experienced the vicissitudes of time are like silent witnesses. They stand there silently, as if whispering to the world about unknown mysterious pasts and shocking secrets.

Wu Chen, who was walking at the front of the team, held tightly in both hands a staff that emitted a faint light.

In this boundless and pitch-black world, that tiny bit of light seems so precious at this moment, like a lonely and bright star in the night sky.

He frowned slightly, and his deep eyes flashed with a deep awe for the unknown.

"Everyone, please be careful! This place is filled with ancient and powerful magic. If we're not careful, we might all be doomed."

Although Wu Chen deliberately lowered his voice, his gentle words continued to echo in this deathly silent space, clearly reaching the ears of every companion, like a ringing alarm bell, reminding everyone to remain highly vigilant at all times.

Li Zhao, who was following behind Wu Chen, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, held it across his chest, and made a posture as if he was ready to meet the enemy at any time.

His eyes, as sharp as an eagle's, were vigilantly scanning all the movements around him, not missing any suspicious points.

"That's right, Mengyao said before that the Netherworld Cult has always been insidious and cunning, and likes to set up all kinds of vicious traps and mechanisms to deal with their enemies. So when we walk here, we must be cautious at every step and never take it lightly!"

As Li Zhao spoke, he did not forget to make a few jokes in a light-hearted and humorous tone, trying to ease the current tense and depressing atmosphere.

Careful people can still catch a hint of subtle and difficult to conceal nervousness from his seemingly casual words.

Wu Chen was seen twirling his beard slightly, with a faint smile on his lips. His voice, as calm as water, seemed to contain endless power.

He said slowly, "Don't panic, everyone. While this ancient magic is immensely powerful, our resolve is as strong as a rock! Let us work together to uncover the mysteries hidden within this deep valley."

The profound Taoist knowledge he had accumulated over the years played a huge role at this moment, making him appear more calm and at ease in such a dangerous environment.

It was as if every step he took was precisely in line with the rhythm of fate.

Looking at Lu Zhanyuan on the side, he was concentrating on staring at the yellowed and worn map in his hand, carefully marking every corner and passage they passed clearly and accurately.

His piercing eyes flashed with an extremely sharp light from time to time, and he kept muttering:

"Everyone, please remember every route you've taken. The terrain here is complex and intricate, like a gigantic maze. If you're not careful, you'll get lost and have difficulty escaping."

In this bottomless underground space beneath the remains of the Netherworld Cult, the team members were all cautious and groping forward step by step.

However, no one expected that at this moment, a gloomy and cold wind suddenly blew in from a dark and deep corner.

In an instant, a group of ghostly figures suddenly emerged from the originally silent depths of darkness - they turned out to be the remnants of the Netherworld Cult, who took this opportunity to suddenly launch a carefully planned ambush.

Faced with this sudden change, Wu Chen, a Taoist priest who had experienced many battles, remained extremely calm and reacted extremely quickly.

All I saw was the wide Taoist robe he was wearing, fluttering in the wind and dancing wildly in the chaos.

The whisk he held tightly in his right hand also instantly transformed into countless dazzling phantoms of light, flying up and down, constantly resisting the enemy's wave after wave of fierce and ferocious attacks.

His voice flowed out calmly and firmly like a clear spring: "Keep the formation, don't panic!"

Those words seemed to contain endless Zen meaning, like a breeze blowing by, which made the team members who were originally in chaos suddenly tremble in their hearts. They came back to their senses from the panic and found a rare tranquility in this chaos.

Lu Zhanyuan flashed and instantly arrived in front of the team. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, fixed tightly on the enemies rushing forward.

The long sword in his hand was like a nimble dragon, flying up and down and moving left and right as he swung his arm.

Every swing of his sword hit the enemy's vital points with incredible precision, forcing them back fiercely. At the same time, he kept shouting, "There are enemies on the left, go support!"

At such a critical and urgent moment, he was still able to remain calm and composed, and guided the entire team in an orderly manner.

Looking at Li Zhao, he raised his sword and swung it down, the sword flashing as fast as lightning. Every time the sword flashed through the void, it would bring with it a sharp sound of breaking through the air, which was terrifying.

While fighting hard against the enemy, he shouted loudly to encourage his companions: "Hold on, brothers! We can't fall down here!"

His voice was not only full of ambition, but also mixed with a subtle hint of humor, trying to ease the tense and almost frozen atmosphere.

Behind this seemingly relaxed tone, he actually hides his extreme desire and firm belief in ultimate victory.

On the other side, Wu Chen held her staff tightly in both hands, muttering something to herself. The staff in her hand danced rapidly in the air, drawing mysterious trails of light.

These lights intertwined and entangled with each other, and in a moment, they formed an extremely solid transparent protective shield around the entire team.

When the frantic attacks from the enemy hit the protective shield, they could only create faint ripples and were unable to break through this solid line of defense.

She was mumbling something, her voice soft but unable to conceal her nervousness:

"We must speed up our search for that crucial seal stone. Otherwise, this thrilling battle will continue endlessly."

Now, they are deep within the mysterious ruins of the Netherworld Cult, a relic from the Tang Dynasty. The team is locked in a life-or-death struggle with the remnants of the Netherworld Cult. Blades flash, cries of killing swarm, and the battle is fierce.

At this moment, without any warning, a strange and powerful aura slowly spread outward from the core of the underground space.

This aura was like the pressure exuded by a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years when it first woke up. It carried an ancient and rich evil aura that quickly enveloped everyone's heart.