Mo Wenjie and others just stepped into the cave, found that there was a strange breath in the city. Originally, after they left, an evil practitioner secretly set up a formation in the background, hoped to control the whole city. Mo Wenjie felt a slight heat in his hand beads, as if it was indicating danger.
The crowd decided to use the power of the bead to break the formation. As Mo Wenjie lifted the bead, a soft glow emanated from it, countering the evil formation. The others also cast their learned spells to help. However, the evil practitioner appeared, trying to seize the bead. Mo Wenjie engaged in a fierce battle with him, and with the power of the bead enhancing him, every move he made was astonishingly powerful. Eventually, Mo Wenjie found an opening in his opponent and struck a decisive blow, defeating the evil practitioner.
With the removal of the formation, the cave returned to normal. After this encounter, Mo Wenjie knew that obtaining power meant greater responsibility. That bead, like a mysterious mentor, led them on a journey to even more magnificent cultivation in the celestial realm. They looked forward to their next challenge and believed that they would be able to protect the celestial realm and the entire cultivation world's peace and tranquility.
After a brief rest, Mo Wenjie and the others embarked on their journey to the celestial realm. Along the way, they encountered many strange sights, including floating fairy mountains with glowing spiritual plants and auspicious beasts weaving through the clouds, curiously eyeing the group of intruders.
Following the bead's guidance, they arrived at an ancient relic. The relic's gate was tightly shut, surrounded by flowing runes. Just as the group was pondering how to enter, the bead suddenly flew out and embedded itself in a sunken depression on the gate. The gate slowly opened, emitting a series of powerful spiritual energy fluctuations from within.
After entering the relic, they saw a massive statue in the center, surrounded by piles of magical artifacts and secret scripts at its feet. However, there were also numerous traps and obstacles set up here.
Mo Wenjie cautiously advanced, relying on his own strength and the bead's warning to avoid danger each time. Just as they were about to obtain a legendary artifact, a group of mysterious figures appeared, claiming that the treasures in this relic belonged to them. A new battle for dominance was about to unfold, with Mo Wenjie gripping his fists and preparing for new challenges.
Mo Wenjie stepped forward and loudly declared, "This relic is ownerless by default; what right do you have to claim it?" The mysterious figures let out a cold laugh, and their leader stepped forward, radiating a powerful aura, "We are the descendants of the celestial realm's guardians. This relic has always been under our family's watch, but it was only recently that we were negligent in our vigilance that allowed you to take advantage."
Mo Wenjie was startled in his heart, but his face remained calm and composed. "Even so, we have undergone countless difficulties and dangers to reach here. We will definitely not give up easily," he said, as the atmosphere between the two sides became tense.
Mo Wenjie initiated the first attack, channeling spiritual energy into several sword qi and firing them at the opponent. The leader of the mysterious figures waved his hands, and a barrier easily blocked them. Then several people from the mysterious group, skilled in close combat, rushed toward Mo Wenjie's party. The two sides instantly engaged in a fierce battle.
Mo Wenjie noticed that one person kept sneaking closer to the legendary artifact, realizing that the individual was trying to steal it stealthily. So he feigned retreat, luring the person to come after him. When the person approached the artifact, Mo Wenjie suddenly turned around, using his powerful spiritual energy to push the person back, successfully protecting the legendary artifact.
At this critical moment, Mo Wenjie's disciples also rose up fiercely to resist. Each one demonstrated their own skills and techniques, creating a dazzling display of light and surging energy. Some disciples held long swords, with each stroke carrying the sound of wind breaking through the air; others wielded long whips like magical snakes, weaving through the air with stunning agility and striking their enemies with screams; while others used their hands to form seals and chanted incantations, unleashing powerful spell formulas that struck directly at their opponents' vital spots.
However, the opposing side was equally strong, with their coordinated attacks and defensive maneuvers displaying perfect synchronization. They left no opportunity for Mo Wenjie and his disciples to exploit. The battle intensified as both sides exchanged blows without mercy, turning the battlefield into a sea of smoke and dust.
At this moment, the situation had become a stalemate. It seemed that neither side could easily secure a victory. Mo Wenjie was frantic with worry, but he knew that in such critical moments, one must maintain composure. He was guiding his disciples to adjust their tactics while simultaneously seeking an opening in the enemy's defenses.
As for the outcome of this thrilling battle, it was difficult to predict at this point.
Perhaps a mere moment of opportunity was all it would take for Mo Wenjie and Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yurou, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuoba Yingying, Qin Xiaodie, Cao Chunling, and the Golden Silkworm Fairy to break the deadlock and determine the direction of victory. However, until then, everyone could only give their all and exhaust every last bit of strength to seize that minuscule chance of winning.
Mo Wenjie swept his gaze across and suddenly noticed a strange symbol faintly visible in the corner of the relic. He recalled seeing a similar mark in an ancient book, which seemed to be related to spatial power. A thought struck Mo Wenjie, and he concentrated his spiritual energy towards that corner. In an instant, a burst of intense light flashed, and numerous small spatial cracks appeared on the battlefield.
This sudden change caught both sides off guard. Mo Wenjie shouted, "Follow me! Run towards that artifact!" Leading his disciples, he charged towards the legendary artifact while taking advantage of the cover provided by the spatial fluctuations. The mysterious people were momentarily disorganized.
Mo Wenjie grabbed the artifact first and felt a powerful energy surging into his body from within the artifact. His aura shone with spiritual light, and his strength surged. Mo Wenjie roared and launched an attack on the mysterious figures. His disciples were also filled with vigor, following him to fiercely battle their enemies.
The leader of the mysterious figures saw the situation was turning against them and tried to flee, but Huang Ling'er wrapped her long whip around him. Mo Wenjie delivered a full-force strike, defeating the leader of the mysterious figures utterly. The remaining mysterious figures, seeing that the tide had turned, fled in all directions.
Mo Wenjie and his companions successfully defended the legendary artifact and left the site with their findings, continuing their journey of cultivation in the celestial realm.
Mo Wenjie and his companions continued their journey, and soon they came across a vibrant flower sea. The sky above the flowers was filled with colorful auras, and on closer inspection, the flowers were revealed to be made of spiritual energy. As everyone marveled at the beautiful scenery, several fox-like demonic beasts emerged from the flower cluster. These beasts had wings and displayed fierce eyes, clearly treating Mo Wenjie and his group as intruders.
Mo Wenjie did not want to kill without cause and tried to calm the beasts with his spiritual energy. However, the demons were unmoved and launched an attack. Mo Wenjie had no choice but to fight back, moving swiftly to dodge their attacks and counter them. His disciples also joined in, either ensnaring the beasts or weakening their attacks.
As the battle remained tense, Mo Wenjie's legendary artifact suddenly reacted, releasing a gentle force that enveloped the demons. The demons slowly calmed down, and their fierce gaze disappeared. At that moment, an old and majestic demon similar to a dragon gradually approached, revealing itself to be their king. The demon king expressed its gratitude to Mo Wenjie, explaining that the artifact was once a sacred relic of their tribe, which had been lost many years ago. Its recovery allowed them to escape the control of evil forces.
Mo Wenjie and his companions excitedly gazed at the rare celestial herbs in their hands, emanating strange fragrances and shimmering with mystical light. These precious treasures came from the formidable demons they had just defeated, serving as a form of recognition and reward for their valiant efforts.
With this unexpected joy in their hearts, the group set off again with renewed confidence on their long and unknown journey. Every step was filled with eager anticipation for future adventures, as they imagined the many thrilling challenges that lay ahead, along with the countless treasures and secrets hidden behind layers of mist.
The sunlight shone down upon them, illuminating their path. The gentle breeze brushed across their faces, bringing a sense of coolness and comfort. However, this beautiful scenery did not let them let their guard down, for danger could always lurk around every corner in this vast and boundless land.
Mo Wenjie clenched his sword tightly, his gaze unwavering as he looked ahead. He was well aware that even with the rare celestial herbs in hand, the journey ahead would not be smooth sailing. But it was precisely this uncertainty that sparked the fierce determination and courage within him.
The other disciples also packed their belongings, exchanging encouraging glances with each other. They walked side by side, their steps steady and strong, filled with curiosity and a longing for the unknown world. No matter what hardships or obstacles awaited ahead, Mo Wenjie, Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yurou, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuoba Yingying, Qin Xiaodie, and Cao Chunling had prepared themselves fully to face everything that came their way.
As they walked, the sky suddenly darkened, and the clouds thickened, accompanied by thunder and lightning. Mo Wenjie became alert, sensing a powerful aura closing in on them. In the distance, a mountain peak, a black-clad old man slowly materialized. "Young fool, how dare you intrude on my domain?" The old man's voice was low and deep, like rolling thunder.
Mo Wenjie stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Senior, we have no intention of offending you. We were just passing through here." The old man scoffed coldly: "Don't try to lie. Hand over your treasures, and I'll spare your lives." The group was furious. Huang Ling'er scolded angrily: "What gives you the right? If you have the guts, come and take it!" With that said, they formed a battle formation.
Mo Wenjie charged at the old man first, drawing his sword and creating a blinding blade of light. The old man, however, was unperturbed, waving his hand to summon a black storm that engulfed Mo Wenjie. He felt the pressure increase dramatically. Mo Wenjie mobilized his spiritual energy to resist, and his disciples joined in, each launching their own attacks. Jiang Yurou hurled spells, Xiao Yawen shot ice arrows, combining their efforts to strike against the storm. The old man was surprised by their unity and tenacity, furrowing his brows and increasing his magical output.
Mo Wenjie found an opportunity amidst the storm, breaking free and straightening towards the old man, pointing his sword at his face. The old man side-stepped and narrowly avoided the attack, but was hit from behind by Ding Yan who had just arrived. Angered, the old man was about to unleash his final attack when he saw the artifact in Mo Wenjie's hand and his expression changed as he turned and fled. The group breathed a sigh of relief and continued their journey.
