Watching the invaders flee, everyone did not chase after them but instead heaved a sigh of relief. Mo Wenjie walked to the center of the crowd, clasped his hands together, and said, "This time, I owe a great deal to the help of all the ladies. Otherwise, this tribulation might have been difficult to cope with." The monks hurriedly returned the gesture, expressing that it was merely mutual support.
However, just as everyone thought that the crisis had been resolved, Mo Wenjie suddenly felt a strong unease in his heart. He looked towards the distance, and his eyes became serious. "Things may not be as simple as they seem. Their easy retreat indicates that they have another move." Upon hearing this, the others immediately became tense.
As expected, the sky suddenly darkened, and a massive fissure appeared from which a figure emerged, draped in black robes. He exuded a formidable yet malevolent aura that chilled everyone to the bone. "Hmph, do you think that's all it takes to hold us off? It was just a test of your depth."
Mo Wenjie's expression was grave as he tightly clutched his fists, which trembled slightly with the force of his grip. With his eyes tightly shut, he internally mobilized the surging and powerful spiritual energy within him, as if the potent force was about to burst out from his body.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide with anger, shouting loudly, "Whoever dares to disturb the tranquility and harmony of this place will never find an easy answer from us!" His voice was like thunder resounding through the space, reverberating and causing people's eardrums to ache.
Just as the roar sounded like thunder, the anger in the hearts of the people around him was instantly ignited. It was Huáng Líng'ér, with her graceful figure and beautiful face, whose eyebrows were tightly furrowed and eyes were wide open, who shouted out without hesitation; Jìang Yǔ Róu's gentle and refined demeanor changed completely this time. Her willow-like eyebrows were furrowed and her silver teeth clenched tightly. Her shrill cry echoed in all directions; And Xiao Yà Wén, who had always been cold and arrogant, now looked furious with anger exuding from her whole body. Her clear and resolute voice reverberated in the air.
At the same time, Dīng Yàn, with her lively and cheerful personality, crossed her arms and loudly echoed without showing any weakness; Tuòbá Yíngyíng clenched her fists tightly, her comely face filled with anger; Qín Xiǎo Dié pursed her lips lightly, her eyes flashing with resolute light; Cáo Chūnlíng also wore a serious expression, her loud and passionate shout was no less than that of others.
At the moment, the space was filled with intermittent shouts that sounded like waves of thunder, one wave after another, continuously pounding on people's eardrums. This wave of high calls had become a powerful stream, breaking through the clouds and its momentum was so grandiose that it could not help but make everyone amazed.
Looking at these people now, each of them exuded an unparallelled sense of powerful combativeness, like raging flames that were hot and bright.
Huáng Líng'ér and Jiāng Yǔ Róu, Xiao Ya Wen, Dīng Yan, Tuò Bá Yíng, Qín Xiǎo Dié, and Cáo Chūnlíng raised their heads proudly and stared straight ahead with firm determination. They had fully prepared for a life-and-death struggle against the invading enemies and were waiting in readiness for the enemy to appear. As soon as the enemy appeared, they would deal a decisive blow to them.
The old man in black robes, upon seeing this, laughed loudly: "A bunch of ants who can only bluster." Although he said so, he secretly kept a low profile.
Mo Wenjie struck first, dashing towards the old man in black robes with a flash of his figure and his spiritual sword bursting into blinding light. The other women, unwilling to lag behind, unleashed all sorts of spells and artifacts.
Huáng Líng'ér summoned her spiritual fan, unleashing gusts of wind and ice blades with each flap; Jiāng Yǔ Róu waved a silk ribbon, which coiled around the old man like a python; Xiao Ya Wen summoned a phoenix, carrying flames to strike. Dīng Yan threw a set of bell rings, their sounds disturbing people's minds.
Tuòbá Yíngyíng clasped her hands together, causing sharp stone pillars to rise from the ground. Qín Xiǎo Dié shot out countless light arrows, and Cáo Chūnlíng casted an earth shield to protect the backs of the group. The old man in black robes sneered coldly, waving his sleeve to repel most of the attacks. However, with everyone united and attacking relentlessly, their offensive never stopped.
Suddenly, the old man produced a black pearl, which released a thick aura of darkness, enveloping everyone. The crowd felt an overwhelming pressure and their movements grew sluggish.
At this time, Mo Wenjie shouted, "Concentrate your power and attack the black pearl!" The others understood his meaning, and all their forces gathered to strike at the black pearl. With a flash of intense light, the pearl showed signs of cracking. The black-clad old man's expression changed drastically. The crowd seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack.
The old man in black robes, seeing that he could not withstand the pressure, bit his tongue fiercely and spat out a mouthful of essence blood onto the pearl. With the nourishment of essence blood, the pearl instantly mended its cracks and burst out with even stronger dark force. The crowd was blown away by this force, each suffering injuries and spitting up blood. Mo Wenjie struggled to stand up despite his injuries, his heart filled with intense anxiety.
At this moment, Mo Wenjie felt a mysterious force surging from deep within himself. It turned out that he had accidentally ingested an ancient crystal in a fortunate chance, but he had never completely refined it. Now facing a dire situation, the crystal began to release its power. Mo Wenjie was overjoyed. He guided this force throughout his body and then quickly formed a hand gesture. A beam of golden light shot out from within him, directly targeting the black pearl of the black-clad old man.
The black pearl trembled violently as it came into contact with the golden light, as if it was encountering its nemesis. The old man in black robes was shocked to the core and tried to retrieve the black pearl but it was too late. With a thunderous explosion, the black pearl shattered completely. The old man in black robes suffered from counter-reaction and sustained serious injuries.
Mo Wenjie pressed his advantage and the others rallied their spirits, together unleashing their most powerful ultimate moves. The old man in black robes was unable to resist and finally turned to ash. The crowd cheered in victory. Mo Wenjie, looking at the women beside him, was filled with gratitude and affection. They embraced each other, reveling in the joy of surviving the ordeal.
As the crowd wallowed in their joy, a portentous light descended from the heavens. It turned out that Mo Wenjie and his companions' act of defending their homeland had moved the heavens, and the divine will had bestowed blessings upon them. The auspiciousness transformed into sweet rain that fell upon them, healing their wounds swiftly and enhancing their cultivation levels as well. Mo Wenjie felt an overflow of spiritual energy within his body, overjoyed. The women too, with eyes and eyebrows beaming, were beyond words in happiness.
However, Mo Wenjie noticed a mountain in the distance that suddenly burst into an unusual glow. He decided to go and investigate, and the women naturally accompanied him. Upon reaching the mountain, they discovered that it hid an ancient cave. The cave entrance was covered in intricate runes, and Mo Wenjie attempted to decipher them to open the cave door. After much effort, the door creaked open slowly, emitting an ancient and mysterious aura from within. Entering the cave, they saw many long-lost martial arts texts and rare treasures. Mo Wenjie knew that these treasures should not be hoarded by one person alone, so he planned to share some of them with other righteous practitioners.
At this very moment, Mo Wenjie and the numerous women were carrying the precious treasure in their possession as they slowly left the mysterious and deep cave. Each person's face was beaming with excitement and anticipation, as if the treasure in their hands was about to herald a brand new journey.
They walked with firm steps, facing the rising sun. The warm light shone upon them, illuminating their determined faces. Mo Wenjie led the way, his posture upright like a pine tree, his eyes bright and alert. Behind him were those beautiful and courageous women, each adorned in various colorful attire, their flowing skirts billowing as if they were deities descending from heaven.
Along the way, there were continuous laughter and chatter as they discussed how to allocate the treasure reasonably, so that more people could benefit from it; and also how to spread righteousness and strike at evil forces to create a peaceful world for all.
Time flies, and the years pass swiftly. Day by day, Mo Wenjie's distance from Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yurou, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuoba Yingying, Qin Xiaodie and Cao Chunling, and others became greater. Their backs became increasingly indistinct until they were completely engulfed by the radiant sunlight that seemed to stretch endlessly. As if swallowed by the boundless light, their forms faded into invisibility at the edge of sight. No trace remained of them anymore.
But even as their figures have faded into the distance, what they have left behind is like an eternal flame that deeply imprints on the hearts of everyone. The hope they brought, filled with aspirations for the future, is like tender sprouts breaking through the soil in spring, brimming with boundless vitality; and their fearless courage is akin to the brightest star in the night sky, twinkling brightly and illuminating the path ahead.
These beautiful qualities are as warm and brilliant as the sunlight in spring, shining continuously into people's hearts. They are like a powerful source of energy, constantly nourishing and watering the fields of the spirit, inspiring everyone with courage and perseverance to face life's countless challenges and severe tests.
Regardless of the tempestuous setbacks encountered or the seemingly bottomless predicaments faced, the light emanating from these virtues of beauty continues to illuminate the path forward unswervingly. It uplifts every soul, inspiring relentless determination and courageous advancement without retreat.
It is as if a rousing call to advance, stirring Mo Wenjie and Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yurou, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuoba Yingying, Qin Xiaodie, and Cao Chunling. With their aspirations and yearnings for the future in their hearts, they courageously and fearlessly charge resolutely towards the radiant dream deep within their souls.
