Ding Qingyao, Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yurou, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuoba Yingying, Qin Xiaodie, Cao Chunling, Jin Can Xianzi, and Ling Xue and others are anxiously waiting at the mouth of the cave, their eyes tightly fixed on the dark cave entrance, filled with worry and anticipation.
Suddenly, a faint footstep sound echoed, and everyone's heart was instantly raised. Then, a figure gradually appeared in the brightness of the cave mouth. One could see Mo Wenjie taking steady steps out one by one. Although there were some dust on his body, he looked energetic and unscathed overall.
"Aha! It's Mo Wenjie!" Ding Qingyao exclaimed in surprise, her beautiful face breaking into a radiant smile, her eyes sparkling with joy. Hearing Ding Qingyao's exclamation, everyone turned their heads to look. When they saw that it was indeed Mo Wenjie, safe and sound, walking out of the cave, they couldn't help but show delight on their faces.
Huang Ling'er was so excited she almost jumped up, her hands unconsciously covering her mouth; Jiang Yurou tilted her head slightly, her face showing a look of relief; Xiao Yawen bit her lips tightly, trying to suppress the excitement within; Ding Yan excitedly waved her arms, shouting Mo Wenjie's name loudly; Tuoba Yingying's large, watery eyes were filled with joy; Qin Xiaodie laughed so hard that she bent over in mirth; Cao Chunling clapped her hands, laughing so broadly that her mouth couldn't close; Jin Can Xianzi lightly swept the sleeve of her robe, a contented smile on her lips; and Ling Xue stood quietly by, as even her cool demeanor melted away with joy, looking as radiant and charming as a flower blooming in spring.
Mo Wenjie's gaze swept over, and he saw Ding Qingyao standing there, her graceful figure looking like a blooming flower with her clean and delicate countenance; next to her, Huang Ling'er was playful and adorable, her big eyes sparkling with agile light; Jiang Yurou was gentle and poised, like a Southern water village girl; Xiao Yawen was vigorous and energetic, exuding a unique charm; Ding Yan was lively and cheerful, with bright smiles like flowers; Tuoba Yingying was beautiful and poised, with exotic allure; Qin Xiaodie was cute and charming, like a butterfly fluttering gracefully; Cao Chunling was dignified and steady, with an elegant temperament; even the mysterious Jin Can Xianzi had a subtle aura of immortality surrounding her. Even the silkworm moth appeared especially energetic.
Mo Wenjie couldn't help but feel a surge of joy in his heart. He walked forward quickly with a smile, saying, "Ha ha, it's great! You all have finally emerged from seclusion! Based on your vitality, I can tell that your skills must have improved significantly!"
Ding Qingyao went forward to take hold of Mo Wenjie's arm, scolding him playfully: "You, we've been worried you might have run into trouble in the cave." Mo Wenjie gently patted her hand and smiled: "Don't worry, how could I be in any danger." At this point, Ling Xue spoke up from the crowd: "Brother Mo, was there any extraordinary encounter in the cave this time?" Mo Wenjie's eyes lit up: "Indeed, there is a spirit spring inside the cave. Soaking in it is highly beneficial for cultivation. Moreover, I have also discovered an ancient martial arts manual." Hearing this, everyone showed envious expressions.
Mo Wenjie continued, "If this manual is studied thoroughly, it's enough to elevate our entire sect to a higher level. However, this manual requires the joint understanding of many people to achieve its maximum effect." After hearing this, everyone expressed their willingness to delve into the study together. So Mo Wenjie led them to a quiet courtyard.
Everyone sat together in a circle, and Mo Wenjie took out the ancient manual to explain its profound aspects. Everyone listened attentively. As Mo Wenjie spoke, the surrounding area gradually emitted spiritual force fluctuations. People felt that their cultivation was faintly improving, and the atmosphere was one of harmony and intimacy. Everyone immersed themselves in this wonderful cultivation atmosphere.
Just as everyone was lost in the moment, the sky suddenly became overcast. A bolt of dark lightning sliced through the sky, straight towards the area where everyone was. Mo Wenjie's eyes narrowed, and he quickly changed his hand sealing mantra. A barrier sprang up to shield everyone. The group awoke from their meditation state in surprise, their faces filled with fear and confusion.
"Who are you, meddling rascal! Dare you come to trouble us!" Mo Wenjie roared. Suddenly, an old man in a black robe slowly emerged from the clouds, his eyes filled with malice. "Humph, Mo Wenjie, that scripture should rightfully belong to me. You must hand it over today." It turned out that this old man was from the evil cultivation faction, who had long coveted the scripture.
Mo Wenjie sneered coldly: "The scripture I have obtained cannot be handed back to you." As he spoke, the spiritual power within him surged, ready for battle. The others also stood up, each producing their treasured artifacts. Ding Qingyao approached Mo Wenjie and whispered softly: "Brother Mo, we will fight alongside you." Mo Wenjie felt the firm support behind him and his confidence soared. A decisive battle between right and evil was about to unfold, with tension permeating the air.
Mo Wenjie struck first, channeling spiritual power into a blade of light that shot towards the old man in black. The old man sidestepped and flung a series of dark flames. Mo Wenjie formed hand seals and an ice shield appeared in front of him, blocking the flames. Seeing this, Ding Qingyao and the others also joined in, their treasured artifacts emitting resplendent light as they charged towards the old man.
The old man sneered coldly, muttering incantations. Shadows of black puppets surged around him and attacked the group. They were entangled and unable to fully engage with the old man. Mo Wenjie dodged, breaking through the circle of puppets and directly charged towards the old man to engage in close combat.
But the old man was cunning beyond measure. He secretly extracted a talisman and stuck it behind Mo Wenjie's back. Mo Wenjie felt his spiritual power being obstructed at once. At this critical moment, Ding Qingyao rushed over without hesitation, striking the old man's hand holding the talisman with her own artifact.
Taking this opportunity, Mo Wenjie broke free from the restraint and channeled his spiritual power throughout his body, unleashing his ultimate move. A colossal whirlpool of spiritual power surged towards the old man, overwhelming him and pulling him into it. The old man tried to dodge but failed, cries of agony echoing as he was enveloped by the whirlpool. Eventually, the whirlpool dissipated and the black-robed elder disintegrated into dust. Everyone let out a sigh of relief. Mo Wenjie smiled at his companions as this battle between right and evil concluded with justice prevailing.
Just as Mo Wenjie was about to speak, the ground suddenly began to tremble. Cracks opened up in the earth, emitting a strong scent of evilness. The faces of the group changed as they realized that things were not over yet.
Mo Wenjie furrowed his brow and said, "It seems that the black-clad old man was only a pioneer. There must be a bigger conspiracy behind him." The group tightened their grip on their artifacts, ready for battle.
At this moment, a massive demon statue slowly rose from the cracks. Its eyes glowed red, and it roared with such intensity that the sound waves sent shockwaves through everyone's bodies, causing their blood to boil. Mo Wenjie took a deep breath and said, "Don't be afraid, together we can defeat evil once again."
The group exchanged a look of determination. Mo Wenjie charged towards the demon statue first, followed closely by the others. Ding Qingyao cast spells to enhance Mo Wenjie's attack power, while the others attacked the statue's weak points from all directions. The statue swung its enormous arms in retaliation but was dodged with agility by the group time and again.
After a fierce battle, Mo Wenjie discovered that the core of the demon statue was located in its forehead. He gathered his strongest spiritual power into a beam of light and threw it towards the forehead of the statue with all his might. The beam pierced the core, and the statue collapsed with a loud crash, dispersing the evil energy. Everyone was exhausted but beamed with victory, knowing that as long as they remained united, any challenge could be overcome.
However, just as the group thought that the crisis was fully averted, a flock of black birds suddenly appeared in the sky. They flew around above their heads, each bird's eyes emitting an eerie red glow. Mo Wenjie became vigilant, sensing a new threat approaching.
The lead bird, the largest of the flock, spoke in human words: "Fools, do you think that defeating the demon statue means all is well? The real disaster has just begun." Mo Wenjie shouted, "Who are you people?" The bird laughed coldly: "We are messengers of the dark deity. Today is your day of death."
Although they were tired, the group showed no sign of retreating. Mo Wenjie called out, "Be careful, we still have to fight together." The group answered in unison. Ding Qingyao discretely pulled Mo Wenjie aside and handed him a pill, saying, "Brother Mo, take this pill to replenish your spiritual power." Mo Wenjie nodded and swallowed the pill with gratitude.
Following that, the group launched an offensive. Jiang Yu Rong used water-based spells to encircle some of the birds, while Huang Ling'er unleashed fire-based attacks. Mo Wenjie, on the other hand, concentrated his spiritual power to form a large net, aiming to sweep away all the birds in one go. After a fierce battle, they managed to eliminate the entire flock of mysterious birds, which allowed everyone to finally let out a sigh of relief. They believed that no matter what challenges lay ahead as long as they remained united, there would be nothing to fear.
As the group basked in the joy of victory, a massive dark cloud suddenly drifted from afar. As it churned, it let out a series of eerie, sinister laughs. The group became alert, and Mo Wenjie's brow furrowed. "Could there be another enemy?"
Shortly after, the dark cloud approached, and a heavily armored demon stepped out from within. The demon wielded a giant axe and coldly looked at the group, saying, "You have killed the messenger of the dark deity. No one will survive today."
The group stood unafraid. Mo Wenjie took a step forward, "Then let's see who dies here." The group reorganized their positions again.
Ding Qingyao summoned vines to entangle the demon, but the demon merely swung his axe to cut them off. Huang Ling'er and Jiang Yu Rong combined their efforts, with water and fire forces unleashed simultaneously. The demon was pushed back a few steps but quickly regained his balance.
Mo Wenjie soared into the air, executing his most powerful spell towards the demon. The demon raised his axe to counterattack, and for a time, they were evenly matched. The other group members seized the opportunity, drawing out their own sacred artifacts and aiming them at the demon's vital spots. The demon was caught off guard and struck by several of the artifacts.
Under the group's united efforts, the demon gradually lost ground. In the end, Mo Wenjie gathered all the remaining spiritual power from everyone, dealing a fatal blow to the demon. The demon collapsed and disappeared into nothingness. Mo Wenjie and Ding Qingyao, Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yu Rong, Xiao Ya Wen, Ding Yan, Tuoba Yingying, Qin Xiaodi, Cao Chunling, Golden Silkworm Goddess and Golden Silkworm herself hugged each other in jubilation. They were even more convinced that by uniting together, they could overcome all difficulties and be invincible.
