Mao Wenjie stood there quietly, his gaze slowly sweeping over the familiar and affectionate figures before him—his three masters and seven spiritual companions. At this moment, a profound sense of satisfaction surged within his heart, one that was hard to express in words.
Looking back at the thrilling crisis they had just experienced, every moment seemed to be vividly before them. In the balance of life and death, countless difficult obstacles stood in their way, but thankfully, everyone worked together and successfully overcame them.
Now, seeing these loved ones who had fought side by side with him, shared hardships and dangers, stand here safely and soundly, Mao Wenjie felt an immense sense of peace and contentment. Along this journey, they had supported each other, trusted each other, and together woven one legendary tale after another.
Especially his three masters, who had always been the guiding beacons on his path of cultivation, providing him with boundless teachings and care; and the seven companions, like blossoming flowers, each exuding their unique charm and brilliance, accompanying him through storms and sunshine.
At this very moment, Mao Wenjie knew the preciousness of this camaraderie and had strengthened his resolve to continue protecting the people around him. Although there may be many unknown challenges waiting for them in the future, as long as they remain united, nothing can hinder their progress.
Taking a deep breath, Mao Wenjie moved forward and respectfully bowed to his three masters: "Masters, the disciple will not disappoint your expectations. In the future, no matter what hardships I face, I will carry forward with your grace." The three masters smiled and nodded, their eyes brimming with satisfaction.
Then, he turned to face the seven companions, speaking gently, "My beloved, we have gone through many trials together. In the years to come, we will walk hand in hand." The companions all wore expressions of shyness and determination.
At this moment, an extraordinary purple light flickered in the sky. Mao Wenjie's eyes narrowed, and everyone else became alert. Mao Wenjie clenched his fists: "No matter what it is, if it dares to threaten our peace, we will all destroy it together." Everyone answered in unison. The purple light grew closer, and it turned out to be a mysterious purple lizard beast.
Seeing Mao Wenjie's figure flash by, he charged forward at full speed, resembling an arrow shot from a string. In an instant, the powerful force that had been dormant within him erupted like a volcanic eruption, his aura rising steadily, commanding everyone's attention.
And behind him, the many companions did not hesitate at all, each one unleashing their own signature spells. For a moment, there was a flash of light and a display of spectacular colors. Some waved their hands to summon towering flames that lapped at the air; others muttered incantations, sending forth a series of fierce wind blades howling through the sky; and still others controlled water to form immense screens, trying to block the enemy's advance.
At this very moment, the massive purple lizard beast let out an ear-piercing roar that seemed capable of breaking through the sky and making the entire battlefield shake. As the roar echoed, a thrilling and fierce battle unfolded suddenly.
However, facing such a formidable opponent, Mao Wenjie showed no fear. He tightly grasped the weapon in his hand, his eyes fixed on the purple lizard beast before him with determination. His heart was filled with confidence and courage because he knew he was not alone in the battle; beside him were trusted and powerful companions who were the most reliable support. As long as everyone worked together closely and coordinated well, they would surely overcome the heavy dangers before them once again!
The purple lizard beast opened its cavernous mouth and spat out a bolt of purple lightning, striking towards the group. Mao Wenjie roared, and with a sweep of his weapon, he conjured a light barrier to block the lightning. But the purple lizard beast then moved its massive paw in a swipe, and as Mao Wenjie sidestepped, one of his companions cast an ice spell that froze the beast's paw.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the group launched even more fierce attacks on the purple lizard beast, unleashing all kinds of spells and incantations upon it. The purple lizard beast roared in anger, its scales standing on end, releasing a series of purple lightnings. These lightnings had a disorienting effect, causing several of the companions to momentarily lose their focus.
Seeing this, Mao Wenjie activated his spiritual power to shield his mind, charging towards the eyes of the purple lizard beast with the intention of attacking defensively. His three masters simultaneously struck out, unleashing three talismans to suppress the power of the purple lizard beast.
Mao Wenjie took the opportunity to stab the purple lizard beast's left eye, causing it to cry out in pain. The group was heartened, and they launched their strongest combined attack. The purple lizard beast could no longer bear the strain and collapsed with a great crash, vanishing into a burst of purple light. Mao Wenjie and his companions looked at each other and laughed heartily, having once again proven that the power of teamwork can overcome any danger.
Mao Wenjie led the group cautiously, advancing carefully with every step, extremely wary of triggering any unknown perilous mechanisms. However, at that very moment, a deep growling sound suddenly resounded, its eerie and chilling tone seemingly originating from the depths of Hell itself.
The group's hearts tightened, and they all turned towards the source of the sound. There, standing in front of them, was a massive creature, its entire body covered in purple scales. This purple lizard beast had its eyes glowing with a red light, its fangs bared, emitting a strong sense of danger.
Mao Wenjie, upon seeing this, quickly glanced at his companions. His eyes held a look of determination and boldness, and then he suddenly turned his head, glaring fiercely at the purple lizard beast, muttering to himself with a mix of anger and resignation: "Hmph! This guy just won't let us rest in peace." His words betrayed his frustration and helplessness with the continuous harassment from the purple lizard beast.
Mao Wenjie gritted his teeth: "This time, we must eliminate it completely." The purple lizard beast seemed to understand him, furiously digging into the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Mao Wenjie cupped his hands in a gesture, and a massive spiritual formation appeared behind him. His three masters flew up into the air, positioning themselves in a triangular formation with him. The seven companions dispersed, infusing their spiritual energy into the earth to construct a defensive barrier.
The purple lizard beast was the first to attack, its entire body aglow with purple light, numerous purple spears shooting towards everyone. Mao Wenjie's spiritual formation transformed into a massive shield, blocking the spears. He then shouted, "Attack!" Everyone used their unique skills. Mao Wenjie's figure was like lightning, charging towards the purple lizard beast. Suddenly, a blue-glowing sword appeared in his hand.
The purple lizard beast spat out black flames, and Mao Wenjie charged into the fire, using his spiritual power to protect himself. In an instant, he was right in front of the purple lizard beast and drove his sword straight at its forehead.
The purple lizard beast met the sword with its horn, and they were locked in a stalemate. At this moment, the seven companions combined their efforts to unleash a rainbow of light that struck the purple lizard beast on its side. The pain distracted the purple lizard beast for a moment, and Mao Wenjie took advantage, thrusting his sword into its head. The purple lizard beast struggled a few times and then fell to the ground dead. Mao Wenjie sighed with relief, and the group cheered joyfully, continuing on their journey into the unknown, now with a bit more ease and anticipation.
As the group followed the winding path, the surrounding scenery became increasingly bizarre. Suddenly, some stones by the side of the road shone faintly, and Mao Wenjie picked up one to examine. He discovered ancient symbols engraved on it, much to their puzzlement. Just as they were about to ask more questions, one of the companions cried out in alarm: a magnificent palace had appeared in the distance.
With reverence, the group approached the palace. The gate was tightly shut. Mao Wenjie tried to push it, but it didn't budge. His three masters stepped forward to examine it, and after some deliberation, they decided that everyone should channel their spiritual energy into the recesses of the door. As the spiritual energies converged, the gate slowly opened, revealing a brilliant golden glow within.
Entering the palace, they saw a huge spiritual orb in the center, radiating a rich aura. Mao Wenjie was about to approach it when suddenly many doll guardians were raised around them. The group immediately became alert. Mao Wenjie remained calm, commanding the companions to use magic to tie up some of the guardians while he and his masters searched for the weak points of the dolls. After a fierce battle, they found and destroyed the core control hub of the dolls, causing them to fall one by one.
Then, Mao Wenjie cautiously stepped forward, slowly walking towards the spiritual orb emitting mysterious light. As he got closer, a powerful force wave like a tide surged towards him, making him feel a tremor in his heart.
Standing before the spiritual orb, Mao Wenjie's eyes widened in awe as he carefully felt the immense and unparalleled power contained within. This power seemed to come from an ancient era, profound and vast, inspiring both reverence and awe.
Mao Wenjie knew that the spiritual orb before him was no ordinary object; it could very well become the key treasure for their group to enhance their abilities and calmly face the numerous challenges of the future. Thinking of this, his heart grew increasingly excited.
At this moment, other companions also gathered around, their faces beaming with excitement and anticipation. They gazed at the spiritual orb without blinking, silently calculating how to make the most of this precious treasure.
After a brief discussion, the group decided to continue their journey with the spiritual orb. They packed their bags and set off again, resolutely heading towards the unknown distance. Along the way, although there were many difficulties and obstacles ahead, with the help of the spiritual orb, they believed that they could overcome all challenges and create a legendary story unique to them.
The group journeyed on, arriving at a valley. The valley was shrouded in thick mist that exuded an ominous aura. Holding the spiritual orb, Mao Wenjie felt it warm slightly, as if warning of impending danger.
They cautiously stepped into the valley, only to be confronted by a horde of shadow ghosts. These ghostly beings had no physical form and were vulnerable to neither physical nor magical attacks. One of Mao Wenjie's masters invoked a magical artifact, releasing purifying light that temporarily repelled the ghosts.
More ghosts surged towards them, and the companions formed a circle, channeling their spiritual energy into the ground to create a protective barrier. Mao Wenjie sat cross-legged, attempting to use the power of the spiritual orb to counterattack. The orb's light intensified, weaving into strands that ensnared the ghosts, immobilizing them.
The group seized the opportunity to launch an attack, but with so many ghosts, the spiritual barrier began to tremble. In a rush of anxiety, Mao Wenjie infused his own spiritual energy into the spiritual orb with abandon. The orb hummed and exploded with an immense power, dissipating all the ghosts instantly.
Although they were exhausted, the survivors felt fortunate to have escaped. After a brief rest, they continued on their journey, each with a firm gaze in their eyes, believing that with the protection of the spiritual orb, they could weather any storm and continue on their legendary path.
