Mo Wenjie followed the boy along, surrounded by clouds and mist, filled with an aura of immortality. The boy led him to a place by a sacred spring, where the spring shone with strange light. "This sacred spring can help you quickly enhance your spiritual power," the boy said. Mo Wenjie was overjoyed and immediately sat down to absorb spiritual energy.
After a few days, Mo Wenjie felt that his strength had increased significantly. However, trouble also followed. Some cultivators on the sixth heaven, jealous of his luck, began to act up behind the scenes. One day while on a training mission outside, Mo Wenjie fell into a trap and was trapped. However, he did not panic but calmly used the magic he had learned to defend against the attack. Just when he was about to give up, several beams of light flashed across the sky, it was his companions who felt the danger and came to rescue him.
After the group's combined efforts drove away the enemies, Mo Wenjie realized that in the celestial realm, while there are opportunities, there are also hidden dangers. So he decided to work even harder at his cultivation, not only to protect himself but also to safeguard those who care for him.
Subsequently, Mo Wenjie, filled with eager anticipation and curiosity, followed the footsteps of the mysterious young man and slowly stepped into the ancient and mysterious cave filled with an air of long-forgotten times. The cave seemed to be an overlooked corner of time, with its stone walls covered in traces of erosion by the years, appearing old and majestic.
Legends say that within this cave, there are countless precious artifacts and invaluable cultivation techniques that have been guarded for centuries. These treasures are like slumbering dragons, awaiting the arrival of a fated individual to awaken them and embark on a heroic journey of legend.
At this moment, Mo Wenjie is the person chosen by fate. With dreams and courage in his heart, he steps into this mysterious land, ready to uncover the hidden secrets within it.
Just as he stepped into the ancient cave, a powerful force hit him in the face. Mo Wenjie steadied himself and cautiously explored forward. He saw that the light inside the cave was dim, occasionally flickering with faint traces of precious jade.
Suddenly, a colossal stone statue of an animal emerged in front of Mo Wenjie's eyes. Its eyes seemed to have life as they fixed on him intently. As Mo Wenjie moved to get closer for a closer look, the stone beast suddenly came to life, emitting a deep roar. His companions, seeing this, all assumed battle stances.
Mo Wenjie concentrated and tried to find the weakness of the stone beast. He found that whenever the stone beast moved its claws, the markings on its chest would briefly dim. He acted decisively and ordered his companions to attack to distract attention, while he himself took advantage of the opportunity and chanted a powerful spell towards the markings.
The stone beast was struck by the attack, crumbling to the ground and turning into powder, revealing a cultivation technique scripture emanating with golden light in its place.
Mo Wenjie reached out and touched the scripture, which melted into his body, flooding his mind with a surge of knowledge. Overjoyed, he knew he had gained a powerful boon. As they were excited, a melodious flute sound echoed from the depths of the ancient cave, as if calling them to venture further in search of more astonishing treasures or secrets.
Mo Wenjie and his companions looked at each other, and without hesitation, they walked towards the source of the flute sound. The deeper they went, the more peculiar the surroundings became, with ancient paintings appearing on the walls as if telling tales of long-forgotten times.
As they walked, a stone bridge appeared ahead, with an endless chasm below it, where faint silhouettes of colossal beasts could be seen swimming in the abyss. At this moment, the flute music grew more urgent, as if urging them to quickly cross the bridge. Mo Wenjie took a deep breath and took the first step onto the stone bridge. Just as he reached the middle of the bridge, numerous puppet-like figures suddenly surged from both sides to attack them. Mo Wenjie cast fire magic with both hands to defend against the attack while his companions also showcased their abilities. After much effort to break through the puppet horde, they finally reached the other side.
Suddenly, a jade box appeared in front of them, and the flute music came from it. Mo Wenjie opened the jade box, and a beam of light shot up into the sky, taking the form of an old man. The old man claimed to be a faint remnant left by the previous owner of this cave, who admired Mo Wenjie's bravery and wisdom and decided to gift him the most precious weapon in the cave.
Mo Wenjie carefully extended his hands, slowly reaching out to grasp the artifact emanating with a mysterious glow. The instant his fingertips made contact with the artifact, a powerful and boundless force surged into his body like a torrent of fierce waves. This force seemed to originate from the ancient times, holding an infinite number of secrets and an immense amount of energy.
Mo Wenjie felt the force surging through his body, a wave of inexpressible excitement and gratitude filling his heart. He knew that this artifact would become the most powerful ally on his future path, but it also meant he would bear an even greater responsibility.
After exchanging glances with his companions, they left the ancient cave hidden in the depths of the mountains, carrying the artifact with them. Outside the cave entrance, sunlight cast a patchwork of shadows, and a gentle breeze caressed their cheeks, bringing a hint of freshness. However, at this moment, Mo Wenjie was too focused on the formidable challenges that lay ahead for him to appreciate the beauty around him.
He tightly grasped the artifact in his hand, making a silent resolve: he must rely on this treasure to carve out a realm of his own in the celestial realm, filled with unknowns and dangers.
Not only that, Mo Wenjie understood the weight of the mission he carried, he would harness this powerful force to protect those who had been by his side throughout his journey, offering him their support and trust without reservation. Among them was Huang Ling'er, whose gentle and kind-hearted nature always warmed Mo Wenjie's heart; there was also Jiang Yurou, whose playful and lively spirit seemed to dispel all gloom. In addition to them were Xiao Yawen, a brilliant strategist; Ding Yan, composed and unflappable; Tuo Xiaoxing, a generous and charismatic warrior; Qin Xiaodiei, a innocent and whimsical girl; Cao Chunling, a gentle and virtuous woman; as well as Jin Canxianzi, an enigmatic yet fascinating creature.
Each of these women had their unique traits, together forming a bright and beautiful landscape in Mo Wenjie's life. Facing the unknown difficulties and dangers ahead, Mo Wenjie silently vowed: Even if the path is fraught with thorns and even if the enemies are exceptionally powerful, he would never step back a single step! Because he knew that behind him were people worthy of him using his life to protect. He must press on boldly, to provide them with a peaceful sky under which they could thrive.
Soon after Mo Wenjie and his companions left the cave with the artifact, they felt a malevolent aura spreading around them. He cautiously clenched the artifact and warned his companions to be careful.
Suddenly, a group of men in black robes appeared in front of them. The leader, with a sinister gaze fixed on the artifact in Mo Wenjie's hand, said, "Hand over the artifact and we will spare your lives. How dare you come here. You have no life left." Mo Wenjie sneered coldly, "Bring it on if you have the courage." The battle erupted instantly. With the artifact's power at his disposal, Mo Wenjie's strength soared. His companions were not to be outdone either.
However, the number of the black-clad men was numerous and their methods were insidious. Gradually, they were starting to struggle to hold their own. Just as the situation was dire, Mo Wenjie remembered the cultivation technique scripture he had learned in the ancient cave. He forcefully suppressed the surging energy within him and activated the forbidden technique from the scripture. A powerful force erupted from him, dispatching the black-clad men in one fell swoop.
However, Mo Wenjie suffered severe injuries due to the intense battle. His body was covered in blood, the wounds deep enough to expose the bone, causing horror and shock.
The companions, upon seeing this, rushed to gather around Mo Wenjie in an anxious frenzy. Some quickly pulled out emergency medical supplies and bandages to wrap and stop the bleeding; others anxiously inquired about his injuries, their eyes filled with worry and compassion.
With a struggle to hold back the pain, Mo Wenjie looked at the companions around him, their faces filled with concern and worry. He pulled on his mouth, revealing a faint smile, speaking in a voice almost too weak to hear: "Don't worry... I'm okay. We have come so far together, through so many storms and hardships. This injury is nothing. As long as we remain united and loyal to each other, there is nothing that can defeat us!"
Hearing Mo Wenjie's words, his companions were moved to tears. They all clenched their fists, vowing to stand by Mo Wenjie through this difficult time together.
Thus, Mo Wenjie and Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yurou, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuo Xiaoxing, Qin Xiaodie, Cao Chunling, and Jin Canxianzi, with encouragement and support from each other, slowly rose to their feet and continued to march forward with resolute steps towards the distant horizon. There may still be more unknown dangers and challenges ahead, but at this moment, they are no longer afraid.
As they continued along the path, they soon saw an magnificent palace in front of them. The palace gate was tightly shut, emitting a mysterious sense of oppression. Mo Wenjie approached and tried to push the gate open, but it didn't budge. At this moment, Tuo Xiaoxing noticed some ancient symbols on the gate and guided Mo Wenjie to insert the artifact into the corresponding recess. The gate slowly opened, revealing a room filled with shining gold light.
Upon entering the palace, a large formation was in operation at its center. Just as they were puzzled, phantoms began to appear around them. These were visions of the former Daoists who had cultivated within this very place. The phantoms displayed various profound Daoist techniques and secrets. Mo Wenjie recognized this as a rare opportunity for learning, and he and his companions quickly sat down to contemplate these teachings.
Suddenly, the formation released a powerful suction that sought to consume their spiritual energy. Mo Wenjie remained calm and used the artifact and the newly learned Daoist techniques to lead his companions in resisting the suction. After a fierce battle, they successfully destroyed the core of the formation. The palace began to collapse, and they hurriedly ran out towards safety.
After emerging from the majestic yet dangerous palace, Mo Wenjie let out a long breath. Turning to face his companions, he raised his gaze and smiled lightly, saying, "Every time we find ourselves in dangerous situations or facing life-threatening tests, it's like being pitted against sandpaper - a painful process that ultimately makes our sword even sharper and more resilient. And so it is this time as well. I believe that after experiencing so much adversity and hardship, we will continue to grow stronger!"
Upon hearing Mo Wenjie's inspiring words, the other Daoist disciples nodded vigorously in agreement. Their eyes shone with determination and hope, as if they had already envisioned the stronger selves they would become in the future. After a brief silence, they smiled knowingly at each other and, without hesitation, set off on their journey once more, full of unknowns and challenges ahead.
