While everyone was still lost in this astonishing scene, a strange light began to glow in the sky. An ancient and mysterious portal gradually appeared, surrounded by sparkling runes and emitting strong spiritual energy fluctuations. After exchanging glances, the seven women looked determined, without hesitation, they carried Mowen Jie towards the portal. They knew that this was a trial that led to higher realms and was also the key to saving them.
After the seven women and Mowen Jie entered the portal, they found themselves in a chaotic space, where dangers followed one after another. There were flame beasts spewing scorching flames, and ice spike storms swirling around. However, the seven women showed no fear and each deployed their unique cultivation arts to deal with the threats. Some summoned spiritual plant vines to trap the flame beasts, while others used ice-based magic to combat the ice spike storms. Through continuous battles and breakthroughs, they discovered that their cooperation became increasingly harmonious, and their power gradually fused and ascended towards the legendary state of unity.
Mowen Jie lay on the ground, pale-faced and weak-breathed. Huang Ling'er and Jiang Yu Rou were frantic with worry. They quickly rushed to Mowen Jie's side without hesitation, extending their hands to pour their true essence into him continuously.
Huang Ling'er's life force was soft and warm, like the sunshine of spring, gently nourishing Mowen Jie's injured body. Jiang Yu Rou's life force was strong and forceful, like a gale, dispersing the stagnant blood and impurities within Mowen Jie.
Under the joint efforts of the seven people, Mowen Jie's face gradually regained some color, and his breath became more stable. However, his injury was still severe and needed more time and treatment to fully recover.
Suddenly, before anyone could react, the old man in black robes emitted an eerie black glow around him. His figure flashed away like a phantom and vanished from the spot. The next moment, a sharp "Click" sound resonated as space was violently torn open, revealing a massive fissure. The old man emerged from this tear with an overwhelming killing intent, charging at the crowd once again.
Huang Ling'er and Jiang Yu Rou had been striving to heal their injuries with all their efforts, but upon sensing the sudden powerful pressure, their expressions changed instantly. Without hesitation, they ceased their healing actions and quickly rose to meet the enemy.
The seven women exchanged glances, and sparks seemed to fly where their gazes met. In that instant, without the need for verbal communication, they all understood what was in each other's minds - no matter what, they would have to hold off the attack from the old man in black robes and protect Mowen Jie, who was critically injured but still alive. They were fully aware that only by ensuring Mowen Jie could safely recover enough to recuperate his body and restore his strength would they have a chance to overcome the formidable enemy before them.
At this moment, Huang Ling'er's long sword shook violently, and a multitude of cold gleams appeared on its blade. Jiang Yu Rou also formed seals with her hands, and a group of brilliant lightnings gathered at her fingertips. The seven women shared the same thoughts and simultaneously shouted, charging towards the old man in black robes...
However, Huang Ling'er and Jiang Yu Rou were no match for the old man in black robes. After a few exchanges, they were defeated by him.
Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yu Rou, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuobaying, Qin Xiaodie, and Cao Chunling showed expressions of despair.
Seeing this, the old man in black robes laughed out loud and looked up at the sky. Mowen Jie, Mowen Jie, you have your day today. Since you are delirious, don't blame me for being ruthless. Come and die!
In that critical moment, as the old man in black robes' hand, with its wrinkles and bulging veins, descended like an impending mountain, bringing with it a fierce gale of wind and a forceful momentum, about to strike Mowen Jie's head, suddenly, a brilliant and dazzling golden light cut through the sky like lightning. It rushed towards them with a howl of speed.
Only to hear a loud "bang," the golden light was like a burning meteor, striking the old man in black robes heavily. The powerful impact force caused the old man in black robes, who was about to deliver a decisive blow, to be hit like an arrow by an irresistible force, causing him to fly backwards uncontrollably. His body stumbled backwards for more than ten steps before he managed to steady himself. And his attack, which was about to be successful, was completely foiled by this sudden change of events.
Everyone was shocked and looked towards the source of the golden light, seeing a white-clad youth floating gracefully into view. He had a stern countenance but exuded an aura of supreme detachment from the ordinary. "Who else is interfering?" roared the old man in black robes. The white-clad youth did not reply, merely standing there quietly, yet carrying his own aura of might.
Mowen Jie slowly opened his eyes and saw the white-clad youth, a flicker of confusion crossing his eyes. The white-clad youth lightly raised his hand, and a gentle life force was infused into Mowen Jie's body. Mowen Jie felt his injuries heal by more than half. It turned out that the white-clad youth was a descendant of an ancestor in Mowen Jie's family who had once done a favor for the heir of a world-renowned master.
The black-clad old man launched another attack, and the white-clad youth's hand suddenly produced a jade flute. He began to play it, and the melodies turned into tangible blades aimed at the black-clad old man. The old man put up all his defense, but was clearly struggling to keep up.
The seven women joined the battle as well, fighting alongside the white-clad youth against the old man in black robes. In the end, unable to hold his ground, the old man in black robes tried to flee. The white-clad youth played a final high note, enveloping the old man in a beam of intense light that pinned him down. The crisis had been temporarily averted, and Mowen Jie looked gratefully at the white-clad youth. The group knew they still faced bigger challenges ahead, but for now, they would enjoy this moment of peace.
Mowen Jie stood up and walked towards the white-clad youth, bowing his fist in salute, "Thank you, sir, for your assistance. A great favor goes unsaid." The white-clad youth merely nodded slightly. At this moment, the old man in black robes who was trapped suddenly began to laugh wildly, "Do you think you can hold me here for long? Once I break free from this restraint, I will make sure none of you have a place to be buried." Upon hearing this, the group could not help but add more worry to their faces.
The white-clad youth, however, showed no change in expression. He turned to address the others and said, "This place is not suitable for us to linger. We must move quickly to the depths of the test site to seek opportunities for enhancing our strength." Everyone nodded in agreement. Thus, they paid no heed to the old man's screams and continued on their journey deeper into the chaotic space. Along the way, they were cautious and often encountered small trial obstacles, which they collectively resolved with their unity.
They advanced along the path, which seemed endless. At this moment, the scenery ahead suddenly brightened, revealing a magnificent and mysterious palace before their eyes. This palace radiated seven colors of light throughout its structure, resembling a fairyland pavilion from dreams, leaving everyone in awe and admiration.
The tightly closed palace door was towering and heavy, adorned with a dense and intricate pattern of runes. These runes were like ancient codes, hiding endless mysteries and power. The white-clad youth approached with focused eyes, moving closer to the door and examining the runes carefully.
As he took a deep breath, he mobilized the inner spiritual power and carefully gathered it at the tips of his fingers. Then, he gently touched one of the runes, attempting to stimulate its reaction with his spiritual power. In that instant, the rune that was touched seemed to be ignited, emitting a dazzling light as it rapidly spread to the entire door.
As each rune brightened up, the tightly closed door let out a muffled sound and slowly began to open from both sides. At the same time, an overwhelming spiritual power erupted from within the door like a surging tide, directly enveloping the group. The power was so strong that it suffocated everyone present, creating an unprecedented sense of pressure for all of them.
However, facing such a powerful surge of spiritual energy, the group did not retreat. They clenched their teeth, held their ground, and knew in their hearts that the truly challenging test had just begun...
Only to see the youth who was clad in a white robe as white as snow, quietly gazing at the group in front of him - Mowen Jie, Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yu Rou, Xiao Ya Wen, Ding Yan, Tuo Bai Ying, Qin Xiaodie, and Cao Chunling. There was a faint expression of satisfaction in his eyes as clear as water.
The place was quiet and harmonious, surrounded by lush green trees and gentle breezes that brought fresh scents. It was clearly a very safe place.
The white-clad youth spoke softly, "All of you, the mission I have carried has been completed. From now on, the path is yours to tread alone." After saying this, he nodded slightly and a warm, yet somewhat relieved smile appeared on his face.
Then, with the unwilling gazes of the others fixed upon him, the white-clad youth slowly turned around and walked away. As he did so, his slender and tall figure gradually receded into the distance, eventually disappearing at the end of the road in the distance. Only a sense of silence and tranquility remained, as if he had never been there at all.
Mowen Jie, Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yu Rou, Xiao Ya Wen, Ding Yan, Tuo Bai Ying, Qin Xiaodie and Cao Chunling stood quietly in place, their gazes fixed firmly on the retreating back of the white-clad youth.
The youth stood tall and straight as a pine, his white robe as pure as snow fluttering with the wind, seemingly merging with the surrounding green mountains and clear waters. His steps were light and firm, each one exuding an indescribable ease and confidence.
Mowen Jie furrowed his brow slightly, thinking to himself, "This young man has an extraordinary demeanor. I wonder where he came from?" Huang Ling'er had her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes revealed a hint of curiosity. She softly spoke, "Looking at him like that, he must not be someone from ordinary backgrounds." Jiang Yu Rou lightly bit her lip and her eyes flashed with a hint of infatuation as she muttered to herself, "If I could get to know him, it would be a fortunate thing..."
Xiao Ya Wen's face wore a faint smile, but his eyes held an underlying sadness that was difficult to discern. Ding Yan blinked her big, lively eyes as if she wanted to etch the young man's figure deeply into her memory. Tuobaying frowned slightly, inwardly marveling at the young man's charm. Qin Xiaodie clenched her handkerchief tightly, her adorable face flushed with a slight blush. Meanwhile, Cao Chunling stared blankly in the direction from which the young man had disappeared, lost in thought for a long time.
At this moment, the eight people with diverse personalities, all because of the white-clad youth's profile, felt a sense of reflection and countless thoughts. Perhaps, this mysterious youth will create a grand epic story in their future lives...
