Legend of the Embroiderer

Not far from the ruins of the Netherworld Cult, there is an extremely hidden cave, which seems like a mysterious place hidden from the world.

This became the emergency gathering place for this brave team. Inside the cave, the faint light of the fire flickered, illuminating their faces, each one slightly solemn with nervousness, yet incredibly resolute.

Li Zhao was seen standing tall in front of everyone, with the sword in his hand leaning quietly on a huge rock beside him.

At this moment, his eyes were like burning torches, piercing with spirit, and his voice was firm and powerful, as if it could penetrate this deep cave and reach people's hearts:

"Everyone! We have no choice now. We must find the last Sealing Stone, because it is our only hope to defeat evil and escape from this predicament!"

Su Mengyao, who was standing aside, held the staff tightly in her hand, and the tip of the staff flickered with a mysterious light.

Her beautiful eyes sparkled with anticipation for the thrilling adventure that was about to unfold, but also revealed a hint of nervousness that was difficult to conceal.

She still tried to make her voice sound firm and confident:

"Li Zhao is absolutely right. That Sealing Stone is the key to our success against the Netherworld Cult and its powerful leader. As long as we work together, we will be able to overcome all difficulties and achieve our goal!"

Having said that, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile with a hint of ease, as if she wanted to slightly ease the tense atmosphere that was currently permeating the entire team.

The old man named Wu Chen was twirling his beard calmly, with a faint smile on his face.

His voice was calm and steady, and contained a reassuring power:

"Although the leader of the Netherworld Cult possesses power beyond the imagination of ordinary people, I firmly believe that our team's wisdom and fearless courage will surpass them. Don't panic, just move forward bravely!"

This old man who is proficient in Taoism was able to maintain his inner peace and composure even in such an emergency situation, which undoubtedly injected a strong shot of spiritual support into the entire team.

Lu Zhanyuan stared at the yellowed map intently, and with the pencil in his hand he gently outlined the possible locations of the sealing stones.

His eyes, as deep as a pool of water, occasionally flashed with sharp light, as dazzling as a meteor across the night sky.

"We can't slack off at all! Those guys from the Netherworld Cult will definitely not give us much breathing room." Lu Zhanyuan clenched his fists tightly, his tone firm and resolute.

He knew very well that in this environment full of unknowns and dangers, any negligence could lead to total loss.

Therefore, he had to be extremely alert to deal with crises that might arise at any time.

In the deepest part of the Netherworld Cult ruins, Priest Xuan Ji stood quietly in front of the team members.

He was dressed in a black robe, with his sleeves dancing in the wind, like a ghost in the night.

His narrow eyes revealed an indescribable mystery that made people feel awe.

"Everyone, listen carefully! The final seal stone is hidden in an ancient altar. That place is not easy to reach, as it is surrounded by a group of powerful, fierce and brutal guardians guarding it day and night."

The voice of Priest Xuan Ji was deep and powerful, like rolling thunder exploding in everyone's ears.

Although there was a hint of subtle worry in his words, he was more looking forward to the upcoming thrilling adventure.

Wu Chen tightly grasped the staff emitting mysterious light in his hand, as if it was the source of his strength and courage.

His eyes sparkled with a light as bright as stars, and that light was filled with unwavering determination.

Su Mengyao said in a clear and loud voice: "No matter how powerful the guardian is, we must successfully obtain that crucial seal stone!"

As she spoke, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a relaxed smile, as if she wanted to slightly ease the solemn and tense atmosphere of the entire team at this moment.

This smile also revealed a hint of excitement about the upcoming huge challenge.

Not far from Su Mengyao's side, Li Zhao stood upright, his right hand tightly gripping the hilt of the sword. With a clear "clang" sound, the extremely sharp sword body popped out of the scabbard, emitting a cold light.

He looked ahead with a serious face, fully prepared to face any difficulties, obstacles and challenges from powerful enemies at any time.

Then, he echoed loudly, "That's right! Mengyao is absolutely right. We absolutely cannot watch the conspiracy and trickery of those sinister and cunning people in the Netherworld Cult come to fruition!"

There was also a hint of humor in his words, and it was obvious that he was trying to cheer up the entire team and boost morale.

Wu Chen, who looked like an immortal, was leisurely twisting the strands of snow-white beard on his chin, with a faint smile on his face.

From time to time, a subtle hint of Zen flashed in his eyes as deep as the sea.

Although the current situation is quite urgent, thanks to his unfathomable Taoist skills, he is still able to maintain his inner calm in such a critical moment.

He constantly conveys a calm and composed spiritual strength to his teammates, like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea, giving everyone great confidence and support.

Looking at Lu Zhanyuan, he was staring intently at the detailed map spread out in front of him. His eyes were as sharp as torches, as if they could penetrate the paper and reach the truth hidden underneath.

He held a delicate and small brush in his hand and carefully marked on the map the specific locations where the mysterious altar might exist. Every mark seemed so precise and accurate, showing his meticulous thinking and cautious actions.

"We must act quickly. The leaders of the Netherworld Cult will definitely not give us too much time to deal with the current situation."

He frowned, staring ahead with sharp eyes, and the strategist instinct deep in his heart began to work wildly.

In this environment full of unknowns and dangers, any slight mistake in decision-making could lead to the failure of the entire plan, so he had to be more cautious than ever before.

The team members are rushing towards the legendary ancient altar at lightning speed.

There is a raging fire burning in everyone's heart, filled with endless desire and expectation for the mysterious sealing stone.

What they didn't know was that the leader of the Netherworld Cult seemed to have the ability to predict the future and had already seen through their plan of action.

He secretly sent a well-trained and well-equipped elite force to quietly set up numerous ambushes on the road leading to the altar.

When this confident team was crossing a dense forest, suddenly, a deafening shout of killing rang out from the originally silent surroundings.

The ambush troops of the Netherworld Cult surged out from all directions without warning like ghosts and spirits, and surrounded them in an instant.

Each of these enemies was agile and had a ferocious look on their faces. They wielded weapons that gleamed with cold light, which made people shudder.

Faced with this sudden change, the team members couldn't help but panic. However, the experienced Taoist named Wuchen remained remarkably calm.

He was keenly aware of the strong murderous aura surrounding him and shouted without hesitation, "Everyone, don't panic! Get ready for battle!"

Before he finished speaking, he began to wave the whisk in his hand. In an instant, the whisk drew one graceful and sharp arc after another in the air, forming an impenetrable defensive barrier, successfully buying extremely precious reaction time for the team.

As the strategist of the team, Lu Zhanyuan scanned the entire battlefield as keenly as an eagle.

In his deep eyes, sharp light flashed like lightning, and he analyzed the complex and ever-changing battlefield situation clearly in an instant.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, and then decisively gave the order: "Everyone, listen up! Disperse immediately and make full use of the surrounding terrain to launch a counterattack!"

When he said this, his tone was calm and firm, but there was also a hint of subtle humor in it, as if he wanted to ease the extremely tense atmosphere.

At this moment, Li Zhao unsheathed the gleaming sword in his hand. His figure was as agile as a ghost, moving freely through the dense forest.

With each of his sharp sword swings, the sword would make a sharp sound of breaking through the air wherever it passed, and those enemies who tried to get close were repelled by his unparalleled sword power.

Li Zhao also shouted loudly, cheering on his companions: "Don't be afraid! If we work together, they are no match for us!"

His heroic and passionate voice echoed among the mountains and forests, which made people feel refreshed.

Although he was in the midst of a fierce battle, one could sense a special ease and confidence in his words, as if this life-and-death battle before him was just a small adventure full of thrills.

Looking at the other side, Wu Chen was holding an exquisite staff and concentrating on casting a spell.

As he gently waved his staff, dazzling and mysterious rays of light suddenly burst out from the top of the staff.

These lights intertwined together like an indestructible shield, firmly guarding the entire team and resisting wave after wave of fierce enemy attacks.

He softly chanted an ancient and obscure spell, not pausing for a moment: "Everyone must hold on. No matter what, we must not fall down here so easily..."

Li Zhao gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, as if the sword had become one with him.

There were still traces of blood on the blade of the sword in his hand, which had just been splashed when he killed the enemy. These traces of blood not only did not make him feel afraid or retreat, but instead aroused the fighting spirit deep in his heart.

His eyes were as sharp as torches, staring straight ahead, and he shouted in a firm and powerful voice:

"The reason the leaders of the Netherworld Cult are so powerful is because they control that mysterious Sealing Stone! Therefore, no matter what, we must take back control of this Sealing Stone!"

In this suffocatingly tense atmosphere, he suddenly changed the subject, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he continued in a slightly humorous tone:

"Don't worry too much, everyone. As long as we work together, we will definitely be able to defeat this rabble!"

His words seemed to be both comforting his teammates and demonstrating to the enemy, fully demonstrating his absolute confidence in this battle.

Wu Chen, who was standing aside, held the staff tightly in both hands and waved it quickly in the air.

With each of his swings, a dazzling light would burst out from the tip of the staff, quickly connecting into one, and eventually forming an extremely solid protective shield around the entire team.

The enemy attacks coming from all directions were like hitting a solid wall as soon as they touched this protective shield. They were bounced away or dissipated into nothingness.

Wu Chen closed his eyes and whispered a complex and ancient spell. Although his voice was soft, the magic power contained in it should not be underestimated.