They continued their journey, but peace did not last long. The sky suddenly darkened, and a fierce wind roared past, carrying tendrils of black mist. The experienced elders grew somber: "This is the aura of the Magians. They have been coveting the Spirit Pearl for a long time and will not easily let us go." Everyone instantly became vigilant, gripping their weapons tightly.
At this moment, a group of Magians surrounded them from all directions, each with a fierce countenance. However, undaunted by fear, they quickly formed a circle under the leader's command, protecting the person carrying the Spirit Pearl in the center. The battle was about to erupt as both sides refused to back down, and for a time, spells clashed in intricate patterns. Just as the situation was stuck in a stalemate, the Spirit Pearl suddenly burst into a brilliant light, and wherever the light reached, the Magians retreated as if they had been struck by an overwhelming force.
Seeing this, the morale of the crowd was greatly boosted. With the power of the Spirit Pearl, they launched a counterattack and finally defeated the Magians. After this battle, they came to understand that this legendary path was full of thorns, but as long as the Spirit Pearl was by their side, hope would always exist, so they set off again on their journey.
Mo Wenjie's gaze slowly scanned over the group of women in front of him - Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yu Rou, Xiao Ya Wen, Ding Yan, Tuoba Ying Ying, Qin Xia Die and Cao Chun Ling. He took a deep breath and spoke firmly, "Stay here and wait for the three teachers. Don't wander around aimlessly. The situation ahead is unclear. I will go ahead to explore the path and find out what has happened." With that said, he turned around and took a few big steps forward towards the front, his figure quickly disappearing from view of the crowd.
Mo Wenjie cautiously moved forward, feeling the surrounding environment was terrifyingly quiet. Suddenly, he sensed a powerful and implicit force fluctuation, as if something was watching him from the shadows. He stopped in his tracks and focused all his attention on being on guard.
At this moment, the ground beneath his feet trembled slightly, and a massive demonic beast burst out of the earth, opening its blood-filled maw to attack him. Mo Wenjie's figure darted sideways, agilely dodging the attack, while his hands formed seals, sending a beam of golden sword energy at the beast. The beast winced in pain, roared angrily, and emitted even more intense magus aura.
Mo Wenjie was well aware that this demonic beast was not easy to handle. As he pondered on a strategy, a familiar and commanding voice came from behind him. It was Huang Ling'er, who, despite warnings, had followed him out of concern for his safety. She held her treasured artifact and stood beside Mo Wenjie. They exchanged glances and, in perfect harmony, launched simultaneous attacks. Huang Ling'er casted an ice-based spell to restrain the beast's movements while Mo Wenjie channeled all his spiritual power to deliver his most powerful strike. In the end, the beast collapsed with a resounding crash.
Mo Wenjie exhaled slowly, the breath carrying with it the weight of his concerns and helplessness. His once handsome face now subtly showed a faint expression of worry, with strands of resignation weaving through his eyes.
He gently lowered his head, shaking it slowly and heavily, as if each movement carried the weight of a thousand pounds. At the same time, a faint, almost inaudible sigh escaped from his mouth, "Ling'er..." The call was full of blame, but more than that, it was filled with deep affection and tenderness.
"I wasn't it I already told you to wait outside quietly? Why can't you just listen?" Mo Wenjie's words were soft, but the authority they held could not be ignored.
Huang Ling'er hung her head, speaking softly, "Brother Mo, I was just worried about you. That hidden power is too dangerous; how could I just watch you venture into danger alone?"
Mo Wenjie's heart softened, reaching out to gently stroke her hair, "You little fool, do you know how dangerous it was just now?"
At this moment, the ground shook again, revealing that the beast was merely the vanguard. More demonic beasts were swelling up from the earth. Mo Wenjie's brows furrowed as he grabbed Huang Ling'er and turned to run back.
Returning to where the others were, they saw the situation and immediately prepared for battle. Mo Wenjie quickly set up a tactical arrangement, with him and the three teachers facing the front to block the way, and the rest of them assisting and protecting those carrying the Spirit Pearl in the rear.
The battle was incredibly fierce, as the demonic beasts kept pounding the defense line. In a critical moment, Jiang Yu Rou discovered that the light of the Spirit Pearl could temporarily intimidate the beasts, so she bravely approached, allowing the full power of the Spirit Pearl to be unleashed.
Mo Wenjie quietly gazed at the faces in front of him, somewhat weary but with determined and forceful eyes, a sense of comfort and deep gratitude welled up inside him. These people had gone through rain and storms, hacked through thorns, but never gave up the pace of their journey forward.
He knew well that the path ahead waiting for them might still be fraught with countless hardships and dangers, and those unknown challenges were like ferocious beasts hidden in the darkness, ready to pounce at any moment to deliver a deadly blow. However, when he saw everyone tightly united, a powerful belief sprang up in his heart—so long as everyone worked together with one heart and one mind, they would surely overcome any difficulties that came their way!
Liu Hongsheng furrowed his brow slightly, his eyes flickering with a thoughtful expression. Then he took a deep breath and broke the silence by speaking first: "Wenjie, we are now in this mysterious and wonderful Five Heaven Realm. It is said that the ruler of this place is the legendary Weaver Girl. Do you think we should try to find ways to meet this esteemed person?" He said as he gently stroked his chin, seemingly thinking about how to successfully meet the Weaver Girl.
Mo Wenjie pondered for a moment before responding: "Master, Weaver Girl is of high and mysterious status. If we can get her assistance, it would certainly be beneficial to our journey. However, I'm not sure how to meet her." The others nodded in agreement upon hearing this.
Just then, a seven-colored auspicious cloud floated from afar, upon which stood a page in white robes. The page's voice was clear and sonorous: "Are all of you wishing to see the weaving fairy mother?" Liu Hongsheng hurried forward to bow and respond: "That's right, we hope for your guidance."
The page inspected the crowd and said, "The weaving fairy mother is merciful; she has known that you have come. However, if you want to meet her face-to-face, you must pass through a test." After saying that, he waved his sleeves, and before the crowd's eyes, a golden bridge wrapped in mist appeared.
"This bridge is called the heaven-connecting bridge, and along the way, you will encounter various illusions and heart demons. Those with wavering resolve will fall into the bridge and suffer endless calamities." The page explained.
Mo Wenjie stepped onto the golden bridge without hesitation, his steps firm and resolute. Seeing this, the others behind him also followed promptly, not daring to delay for a moment.
However, as soon as they stepped onto this mysterious golden bridge, the surrounding environment suddenly underwent a shocking change. The once peaceful atmosphere dissipated abruptly, replaced by scenes that were bone-chilling and frightening. These scenes seemed to be dug out from the darkest corners of each person's heart, making it impossible to distinguish between truth and falsehood.
For Mo Wenjie, at this moment, voices that slandered and reproached him kept echoing in his ears. Some of the voices were sharp and piercing, while others were deep and cold, like a bunch of sharp knives stabbing directly into his heart.
However, Mo Wenjie knew that all of this was just a false appearance, meant to disturb his mind. So, he held tight to his mental state, preventing any negative emotions from eroding his will. At the same time, he summoned all his courage and bellowed loudly: "All of this is false! Don't even think about using these illusions to confuse my mind!"
With Mo Wenjie's roar, the defaming voices weakened slightly. But then, the scene he feared the most appeared before his eyes—his teachers and friends lay on the ground, covered in blood. Mo Wenjie's heart clenched painfully, but he gritted his teeth and told himself that it was all false. He closed his eyes and silently channeled his inner spiritual energy, trying to dispel these illusions.
Suddenly, a soft light enveloped him, as the Spirit Pearl sensed its master's predicament and spontaneously released its power. Mo Wenjie opened his eyes, filled with determination, and strode forward resolutely. The others were also struggling against the heart demons, some on the brink of collapse. Mo Wenjie focused his energy, spreading the power of the Spirit Pearl to envelop everyone.
Under the protection of the Spirit Pearl, the others gradually regained their senses and walked faster across the golden bridge. Upon reaching the other side, the page on the cloud revealed a satisfied smile, "Congratulations to all of you for passing the test. Let's follow me to meet the Weaving Fairy Mother."
With their hearts finally relaxed after the tension, the group took a deep breath and followed the page in front of them slowly towards the depth that was shrouded in thick mist and seemed endless.
Throughout the journey, everyone remained silent, their hearts filled with curiosity and anticipation mixed with an undercurrent of unease. It seemed as though they had been walking for a long time when, suddenly, the path ahead opened up, and an immense and magnificent palace stood before them! The palace was so magnificent and celestial-like that it drew a gasp of awe from all present.
The palace was adorned with intricate carvings, gleaming in gold and green, surrounded by exotic dragons and peacocks soaring in the sky. Inside this palace, the legendary Weaving Fairy Mother was quietly sitting on a throne, waiting for their arrival. She had an elegant figure, a beautiful countenance, and exuded an extraordinary aura that made people feel reverent.
With hearts full of reverence, the group approached as if they were pilgrims, each step taken with utmost care and caution, as though their every footfall might disturb the serenity of this sacred place. They slowly and softly climbed the ancient and solemn steps, gradually stepping into the grand and solemn hall.
As they finally stepped into the hall, a sense of dignity and reverence rushed upon them, making them feel awe. The interior was dimly lit, adding to the mysterious ambiance. Massive stone pillars stood tall, supporting the vaulted ceiling, adorned with intricate patterns and ancient symbols, as if telling the story of time's passage and glory. The polished marble floor reflected faint light like a path leading to an unknown world.
The group's attention was drawn to the colossal statue in the center of the hall. Standing tall at over sixty zhang, the statue was entirely cast in bronze, emanating a cold and imposing aura. The statue's countenance was solemn, its eyes deep and fierce, as if it could see through everything in the world. It held a giant treasure sword in its hands, the tip of which pointed towards the heavens, symbolizing supreme power and strength. Beneath the statue's feet were various offerings and incense, with smoke swirling around them, filling the entire hall and making it even more solemn.
