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Zhang Wanqing stood in the center of the cave, her gaze fixed on the ancient artifacts, a complex mix of emotions welling up within her. Fu Siyuan, on the other hand, quietly observed every detail within the cavern. He clutched a sharp stone pried from the cavern wall—his best weapon. The air within the cavern seemed to freeze at that moment, only the sound of water and their breathing echoing through the space.

Zhang Wanqing gently touched the antiques, her fingers pausing on an ancient bronze mirror. Though covered in a verdigris patina, the mirror still shimmered with a strange luster under the light. She took a deep breath and gently wiped the surface. Suddenly, the mirror emitted a faint light, and a blurry image appeared in the mirror.

Fu Siyuan held the stone tightly in his hand, his eyes wandering around the cave, alert to any possible threats.

Fu Siyuan immediately became alert, his eyes fixed on the bronze mirror. "What is this?"

Zhang Wanqing's brows furrowed, and there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice: "I don't know, but it seems to be a prophecy."

As she finished speaking, the image in the bronze mirror gradually became clearer. It showed an ancient ritual, the center of which was a massive formation, surrounded by various antiques that bore a striking resemblance to the cave they were in. At the ceremony's conclusion, a woman dressed in ancient attire slowly walked toward the center of the formation, a yellowed book in her hands, her eyes filled with determination.

Zhang Wanqing's eyes were fixed on the woman in the image. Her movements and expressions seemed to be telling an ancient story.

The woman in the image slowly opened the book and began to recite the incantation. As she read, the formation began to glow, and a powerful force flowed through the space. Suddenly, the woman in the image raised her head, her gaze seeming to penetrate time and space, falling directly on Zhang Wanqing.

"Successor, you will face a huge challenge." The woman's voice echoed in the cave, her eyes filled with expectation.

"Successor, you must find the four sacred artifacts of the Mohist School in order to unlock the seal and protect the legacy." The woman's voice sounded again, with a firm look in her eyes.

A strong urge surged in Zhang Wanqing's heart. She knew that this prophecy was closely linked to her fate. She took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the stone platform. Her eyes lingered on the antiques. She could feel their power.

Fu Siyuan followed closely behind, his eyes roaming around the cave to ensure there were no more traps. "We need to find a way to deal with this challenge."

As the prophecy unfolds, a mysterious power seems to permeate the air within the cave. Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan begin searching for clues within the cave, knowing that these four sacred artifacts will be the key to unlocking the seal.

In a corner of the cave, they discovered an ancient stone tablet engraved with strange symbols that bore a striking resemblance to those in the bronze mirror. Zhang Wanqing gently touched the symbols, sensing their inherent power.

"These symbols seem to be guiding us." There was a hint of surprise in Zhang Wanqing's voice.

Fu Siyuan nodded, his eyes scanning the stone tablet carefully, trying to decipher the meaning of the symbols. "We need to find these four artifacts to break the seal."

They began to search the cave carefully, every antique, every corner, may be the hiding place of the four artifacts. As time passed, they got closer and closer to the truth, and became more and more nervous.

Suddenly, Zhang Wanqing's eyes were drawn to an ancient chest. Its surface was engraved with intricate patterns that bore a striking resemblance to the symbols on the stone tablet. She carefully opened the chest, revealing an ancient book whose cover was inlaid with four gemstones, representing four different elements.

"These are the four great artifacts!" Zhang Wanqing's voice contained a hint of excitement, but more of nervousness.

Fu Siyuan nodded, his eyes gleaming with determination. "We need to use these four divine artifacts to break the seal."

With the discovery of the four sacred artifacts, the atmosphere in the cave becomes more tense. Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan know that they must hold the unsealing ceremony as soon as possible to protect the legacy of the "Mohist" school.

They placed the four sacred artifacts in the center of the cave and began the unsealing ceremony, following the instructions in the bronze mirror. The artifacts glowed faintly, as if awaiting awakening. The air within the cave seemed frozen at that moment, only the sound of water and their breathing echoed through the space.

Zhang Wanqing gently touched the ancient book. Its cover was inlaid with four gemstones, representing the elements of fire, water, earth, and wind. She could sense the power within them; they trembled beneath her fingertips, as if responding to her touch.

Fu Siyuan watched quietly from the side, his gaze darting back and forth over the four divine artifacts, trying to find the connection between them. "These artifacts seem to be waiting for some kind of trigger."

Zhang Wanqing nodded, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. "Yes, they are waiting for the correct ritual to awaken their powers."

They began to look for possible clues in the cave. Every antique and every corner may be the key to unlocking the seal.

Suddenly, Zhang Wanqing's gaze was drawn to an ancient stone tablet. Its surface was engraved with intricate patterns that bore striking resemblance to those found on the four sacred artifacts. Carefully, she touched the patterns, sensing the power they held.

"These patterns seem to be guiding us." There was a hint of surprise in Zhang Wanqing's voice.

Fu Siyuan nodded, his eyes scanning the stone tablet carefully, trying to decipher the meaning of the patterns. "We need to find the correct way to use these four artifacts in order to break the seal."

Suddenly, Fu Siyuan saw a line of words on an antique. Those words were hieroglyphics. He translated them and found that they were the spell to break the seal. So, they prepared to recite the spell. As they recited, the four sacred artifacts began to glow.

Zhang Wanqing's voice echoed through the cave. She clutched the ancient tome tightly in her hands, feeling its power gradually awaken as she read. Fu Siyuan assisted, his gaze fixed on the four sacred artifacts, ensuring every step of the ritual was performed with precision.

As the ritual progressed, the light of the four divine artifacts grew brighter and brighter. The ground in the cave began to shake, and a powerful aura erupted from the center of the formation.

Zhang Wanqing slowly walked towards the stone platform, reached out her hand, and gently touched the glowing symbols. As she touched them, the symbols began to glow, and a powerful force surged from the stone platform, surrounding her.

Fu Siyuan watched Zhang Wanqing nervously. He could feel the power awakening within her. He took a deep breath and slowly walked to the other side of the stone platform. He knew he, too, needed to awaken his own power to protect the Mohist legacy. As their powers awakened, the light within the cave grew brighter.

At this moment, the four divine artifacts suddenly floated in the air and began to form a circle. Following Zhang Wanqing's voice, they continued to rotate counterclockwise. Several lines of words appeared on the wall, in hieroglyphics. Fu Siyuan quickly took out a pen and notebook and wrote down these words. It seemed that these few lines of words were also the key to unlocking the secret.