Mowenjie is surrounded by women of various styles. Ding Qingyao has a graceful figure and bright eyes, like a beautiful flower in full bloom in spring, emanating charming appeal; Huang Ling'er is lively and playful, with a clear and crisp laugh, every move and action exuding endless vitality, adding a touch of joy to the atmosphere around her; Jiang Yuran has a gentle temperament and shows tenderness in her eyes and eyebrows, similar to a gentle stream that moistens the heart.
Xiao Yawen is wise and calm, her every gesture exuding intellectual elegance, as if she can see through everything; Ding Yan has a resolute expression, exuding a tenacious spirit that makes people dare not underrate her. Tuobaying Yingying is passionate like fire, her magnanimous character making her stand out among others; Qin Xiaodie is gentle and delicate, every frown and smile endearing.
Cao Chunling is dignified and graceful, exuding an aura of maturity and stability; the Golden Silkworm Fairy carries a mysterious air, with intermittent luminescence enveloping her, prompting an irresistible sense of curiosity. Ling Xue is cold as ice, much like the pristine plum blossom braving the snow, blooming alone in its cold beauty; the Lingshen Fox is lively and cunning, with an elusive cleverness in her eyes.
Mo Wenjie stands among them, feeling the different temperaments and charms of each, a mix of emotions swirling in his heart. This group of women with diverse personalities, one wonders what kind of fascinating and tumultuous stories they will together weave in the future. The threads of fate seem to have tightly woven around them, about to spin a touching legend that resonates deeply.
At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and a black fissure slowly widened. Mo Wenjie grew alert, and the women gathered around him. A massive demon bird flew out from it, its eyes bloodshot and emanating an aura of malevolence.
"Hmph, today, all of you will die here," the demon bird spoke with human words.
Mo Wenjie steps forward, and true energy surges within him, "No one can harm us here."
Ding Qingyao conjures a silk ribbon in her hand, lightly swinging it towards the demon bird to ensnare it. Huang Ling'er jumps into the air, both hands forming seals, beams of spiritual light shooting at the demon bird. The other women also use their skills in various ways, instantly brightening the dark sky with a riot of colorful magical lights.
Though powerful, the demon bird began to feel the strain against the combined attacks of the group. Mo Wenjie seized the moment, concentrating all his internal energy into his palm, and struck out with a powerful palm wind. This blow struck the demon bird's vital spot, and it let out a mournful cry before dissipating into black smoke.
The crisis has finally been resolved! Mo Wenjie breathes a long sigh of relief, as if he wants to release all the tension and pressure in his heart with this breath. The women gathered around him exchange looks, their eyes revealing an indescribable sense of satisfaction. Then, they all smile radiantly, as if spring sunshine, on their beautiful faces.
At this moment, Mo Wenjie deeply realizes that although the dramatic crisis in front of him has passed, the legendary journey between him and these women has only just begun. In the long days to come, undoubtedly there will be countless tremendous challenges waiting for them to overcome together.
However, facing the unknown difficulties and dangers, Mo Wenjie shows no sign of fear, for he knows that as long as they remain united and march forward hand in hand, there is nothing that they cannot conquer.
Standing tall, Mo Wenjie looks resolutely towards the misty unknown land in the distance. The icy wind blows across his face, but it cannot dispel the resolve in his eyes. At this moment, the path ahead is rugged and difficult to predict, and a mysterious and dangerous aura surrounds him. As if countless difficulties and obstacles are lurking in wait, ready to pounce.
But Mo Wenjie's demeanor shows no signs of wavering. His composure is calm and self-assured. In his heart, the power of his team is unbreakable. He knows that his companions by his side share the same goal, and their resolve to work together, side by side, is harder than any steel.
Reflecting on the countless experiences they have shared along the way, every difficult situation they have faced has been overcome through mutual support. The days of joint battles have condensed into a powerful force that flows in the blood of each and every one of them. At this moment, this force surges within Mo Wenjie, giving him boundless courage.
Mo Wenjie turns and looks at his companions, feeling the same undaunted determination in their resolute eyes and clenched fists. Without words, a look speaks volumes. They stand at the edge of the unknown, like warriors about to charge into battle, united as one, moving forward as one shield and sword. They are ready to face any challenge that comes their way, confident that no matter how many difficulties lie ahead, they will not stop their journey forward.
As the group was brimming with determination, a melodious and ethereal flute sound suddenly echoed from a distance. The sound was enchanting yet carried a strange undertone. The group became alert, and Mo Wenjie's brow furrowed in concentration.
As the flute sound grew closer, the surroundings began to change, transforming the original wilderness into a dense misty forest. Tall and foreboding trees loomed, with mist shrouding the area as if hiding numerous dangers.
"Everyone, be careful," Mo Wenjie whispered.
The women moved closer together, forming a tight defensive circle. Suddenly, numerous figures like ghosts, dark and shadowy, darted out from the woods and charged straight towards the group.
Mo Wenjie acted first, striking out with several strands of true energy to repel the incoming shadows. The other women were equally fierce, each displaying their unique skills. Ding Qingyao's ribbon took on the form of a sharp blade, Huang Linger summoned spirit fire, and Jiang Yuran's water screen offered defense...
But the shadows kept emerging, seemingly endless. Mo Wenjie noticed that these shadows feared light, so he roared, "Everyone, unleash your spirit power to create strong light!" Understanding his intent, the women released their full strength. In an instant, bright light shone, and the shadows shrieked as they disappeared under the glare. Once the shadows faded away, the surroundings returned to normal. The group exchanged smiles before setting off once more towards the unknown.
As they walked, they came upon an ancient palace ahead. The palace exuded a cold, eerie atmosphere, and the main gate remained shut. Mo Wenjie went forward to try to push open the gate, but it didn't budge. At this moment, Ding Qingyao noticed some strange runes carved on the door, resembling some kind of ancient restriction. The Golden Silkworm Fairy examined them closely and said, "These runes require a specific kind of spiritual energy fluctuation to open; perhaps we can try to join our powers." Following the Golden Silkworm Fairy's words, the group gathered their spiritual energy into one place and infused it into the runes. A series of creaking sounds could be heard as the gate slowly opened. Inside was a dark void that seemed to emanate coldness waves.
Mo Wenjie led the way into the palace, stepping in as soon as he crossed the threshold. Suddenly, faint ghostly flames appeared around him. One by one, ghostly figures began to materialize around him. Mo Wenjie clenched his fists, and the other women were on high alert. However, these ghosts did not immediately launch an attack; instead, they hovered around the group in a circle. Suddenly, a voice boomed with authority: "Foreigners, if you can pass my test, you will be rewarded with a precious treasure."
Mo Wenjie's eyes shone with determination, and he replied without hesitation, "Come on!" His voice boomed like a gong, echoing through the space.
Just as he finished speaking, the test began in earnest. In a blink, the surroundings changed dramatically. The normally still air seemed to catch fire, and the temperature surged, becoming unbearably hot. Following that, a raging inferno erupted from all directions, like a fierce beast with gaping jaws about to swallow everyone whole.
Facing this unexpected change, the group dared not be complacent and each of them exerted their abilities to the fullest to resist. They shone with a rainbow of light, some gathering power in their palms and pushing out streams of fierce qi; others stepping on air, dodging the flames with nimble figures; and still others reciting mantras, wielding all kinds of magical arts to weaken the flames. For a moment, a mesmerizing display of colorful lights intertwined with thick smoke painted an awe-inspiring scene.
This new challenge has just begun, and whether Mo Wenjie, Ding Qingyao, Huang Linger, Jiang Yuran, Xiao Rui, Dai Yan, Tuo Yingying, Qin Xiaodie, Cao Chunling, Jin Chongxian, Ling Xue, and the other celestial beasts can persevere until the end in this blazing sea of fire is still an unknown...
Mo Wenjie felt that the true energy within him was depleting rapidly. He knew he had to find a solution quickly. Suddenly, he remembered a formation he read about in an ancient book earlier. Perhaps he could use the collective power of the women to lay down this formation to withstand the fire. Mo Wenjie shouted, "Sisters, please stand in the positions of the Seven Stars, and I will guide the formation." The women quickly took their places. Mo Wenjie channeled his true energy and guided the women to inject their spiritual power into the formation. The formation activated, and a thin blue shield slowly rose up, blocking out the intense heat from outside the fire sea.
As the group heaved a sigh of relief, a Qilin beast covered in flames erupted from the fire sea. The Qilin beast roared and charged towards them, and it seemed that the shield was about to be breached. Mo Wenjie gritted his teeth, forcibly enhancing his cultivation to strengthen the shield, and commanded the women to counterattack. Ding Qingyao wrapped her ribbon around the Qilin beast's leg, while Huang Linger's spiritual fire took advantage of the moment to enter its body and interfere with it. With their combined efforts and after a fierce battle, the Qilin beast gradually grew weary.
Just as all hope seemed lost, Mo Wenjie gazed steadfastly at the Qilin beast before him. He knew that this was a rare opportunity and that if they failed to defeat it in one blow, the consequences would be unimaginable. He took a deep breath and gathered all his internal energy in his palm. A powerful force coalesced within him.
Following that, Mo Wenjie's form flashed, propelling himself towards the Qilin beast with blinding speed. At the moment he was mere inches away from the Qilin beast's head, he swiftly struck out with a palm, unleashing his ultimate technique—"Thunderous Massive Impact"! This move was like a thunderbolt cleaving the sky, bringing unparalleled might and ferocity as it collided forcefully with the Qilin beast's head.
A tremendous crash could be heard as the massive Qilin beast's body trembled violently. It howled in pain, its huge head unable to withstand such a violent strike, and it collapsed unceremoniously to the ground. With the Qilin beast down, the roaring fire sea that had been burning fiercely seemed to lose its support and gradually weakened, finally extinguishing into nothingness.
After this fierce battle, everyone was exhausted. Their clothes were soaked in sweat, and their breaths were shallow and heavy. However, as they saw the Qilin beast lying motionless on the ground, a relieved smile appeared on each person's face.
After a brief exchange of glances, they nodded to each other in understanding. Although their bodies were weary, Mo Wenjie and the others knew that there were even more unknown dangers ahead. They rallied their spirits and supported each other as they continued deeper into the palace.
