amaotonovel Chapter 577 Xiao Cui's Death
Chapter 577 Xiao Cui's Death
Inside the Lingxiao Palace, the atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed as if a leaden cloud was pressing down on the top of the head. Yun Yao tightly grasped the anonymous letter, her fingertips turning white due to the force, and the letter paper was trembling slightly. Her eyes seemed to be real, stroking every word on the letter repeatedly, as if she wanted to see through it and analyze the hidden malice from it. Chu Mochen stood aside, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, but under his stern face, the worry in his eyes was like an undercurrent. His hand seemed to fall casually by his side, but in fact he quietly grasped the hilt of the quantum sword at his waist. As long as there was a slight movement, the peerless edge would be unsheathed immediately.
"The letter comes in a strange way. It must be a trap without a doubt." Chu Mochen's voice was low, like thunder in a cold night, echoing slowly in the hall. Every word sounded resounding and revealed an unquestionable certainty.
Yun Yao nodded slightly, and the hair on her forehead swayed gently. She bit her lower lip, and her pearly teeth left a light mark on her pink lips. She opened her red lips and said, "But this is about my mother. Even if it means going through fire and water, I have to go through it." Although her words were gentle, they seemed to have great force, revealing an unchangeable determination. That was the softest obsession in her heart. In order to explore her mother's past and find the missing puzzle piece of family affection, she would not retreat even if there were thousands of dangers ahead.
The two looked at each other, their eyes met and merged in the air, and all the words were contained in this one look. No need to say more, their minds were connected, and they walked out of Lingxiao Palace side by side. Outside the palace, the wind was howling, like an ominous warning, blowing their clothes rustling, but it failed to blow away their determination to move forward.
On the way to the back hall of Tiandaotai, something unexpected happened. The quiet air around them seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand, and a sharp whistle pierced the eardrums. The four Dharma Kings of the Fallen Cult flashed out from their hiding places like ghosts, their figures were erratic, but they brought overwhelming pressure. They were surrounded by demonic energy, and the black mist seemed to be twisting and rolling, like evil beasts that chose people to devour, surrounding Yun Yao and Chu Mochen.
The leading Dharma King was wearing a black robe, with strange runes embroidered on it twisting and flickering as if alive, emitting a frightening red light. His eyes were narrow and cold, like a deep and cold ravine, which made people shudder. The magic halberd in his hand was completely black, and the halberd blade flashed with cold light, as if it could easily tear the sky apart. He laughed wildly like the cry of a night owl: "Yun Yao, today is the day you die!" The sound echoed back and forth in the valley, shaking the surrounding trees and making the leaves fall.
Chu Mochen snorted coldly, as if an ice ridge broke, and his handsome face instantly became as cold as frost, and his eyes were filled with cold light, just like the sharpest dawn before dawn. The quantum sword was instantly unsheathed, and the sword body hummed, as if an ancient beast awakened, and the sound of the sword resounded through the sky. His figure flashed, as if a ghost shuttled, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of the Dharma King. The sword moved with his body, bringing up a brilliant blue light, as if the Milky Way poured down, piercing the Dharma King's throat.
The Dharma King was not in a hurry. He held his magic spear horizontally and accurately blocked the fierce attack. The sound of metal collision was like the ringing of a huge bell, making people's ears buzz, and sparks flew like gorgeous fireworks. Then, he twisted the magic spear violently, and a black magic power roared out like a black dragon, rushing towards Chu Mochen with fangs and claws.
Chu Mochen retreated violently, his toes lightly touching the ground, like a dragonfly touching the water, and used the force to flip in the air, cleverly avoiding the surging magic attack. At the same time, he shook the quantum sword in his hand, and the sword flowers bloomed, like spring flowers, tightly protecting his body, crushing the counterattack of magic waves one by one.
The other three Dharma Kings looked at each other and shouted in unison, as if three thunders exploded in the sky at the same time. They flashed and attacked Yun Yao in a triangle. The weapons in their hands were different, but all of them emitted a terrifying magic light. One Dharma King held a double-chain sickle, the chains danced like a venomous snake, the sickle flashed with cold light, like the fangs of a venomous snake, and it made a sharp whistling sound when cutting the air; one Dharma King wielded a giant mace, the fangs on the mace were like sharp peaks, and every swing brought a gust of wind, as if it could smash the earth into a deep pit; another Dharma King offered a black magic banner, the ghost face on the banner seemed like a living thing, with a bloody mouth, constantly spewing black smoke, as if it could swallow all the light.
Yun Yao's face was as calm as water, like a deep lake without waves, but her eyes were shining with a resolute light, like the brightest stars in the night sky. She quickly formed seals with both hands, and the hand seals changed like a dancing elf. The spiritual power surged around her body, like a surging tide, and instantly condensed into a crystal clear ice shield in front of her. The runes on the ice shield flickered, like a mysterious heavenly book, exuding a bone-chilling chill, resisting all the attacks that were coming towards her.
"Hmph, a mere trifle!" The king of Fa holding the double-chain sickle snorted disdainfully, the sound was like ice chips scratching across glass, harsh and unpleasant. He swung the double chain violently, and the sickle was like a meteor chasing the moon, with a whistling sound, fiercely slashing at the ice shield. Under this fierce attack, the ice shield's surface was covered with ripples, as if a calm lake was hit by a boulder, and cracks spread rapidly.
Seeing this, Yun Yao frowned slightly, and a look of determination flashed in her eyes. She shouted softly, and the spiritual power in her body surged out like a volcanic eruption, pouring into the ice shield. The ice shield glowed brightly, like the rising sun, instantly repairing the cracks, and spreading out a layer of piercing cold waves, shocking the Dharma King and making him retreat again and again.
At this time, Chu Mochen was fighting fiercely with the Dharma King. He caught a glimpse of Yun Yao in danger and became extremely anxious. He suddenly shouted loudly, like a tiger roaring in the mountains, and the sound shook the whole area. The power of the Wujie sword cultivation inheritance in his body was like a sleeping beast awakening, and the surging power surged through his body. His momentum instantly climbed to the peak, as if the god of war had come to the world.
The quantum sword shone brightly, like a dazzling sun, and the runes on the sword seemed to come alive, jumping and flashing, releasing endless pressure. He displayed a set of exquisite sword skills, and his sword moves were like flowing clouds and water, but with the power to split mountains and rocks. Every swing of the sword seemed to be able to cut through the sky, forcing the leading Dharma King to retreat step by step.
"You evil villains will stay here today!" Chu Mochen's roar was like rolling thunder, resounding through the valley and echoing in everyone's ears.
Yun Yao walked into the back hall quickly, looking around vigilantly. The hall was dimly lit, as if covered by a layer of haze. The candlelight on the wall was flickering, as if it would go out at any time, and the light and shadows it cast were like ghosts dancing wildly.
The masked man stood quietly in the hall, as if he had merged into the darkness, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura. Seeing Yun Yao coming in, he slowly stretched out his hand, and the crystal bottle in his hand seemed to condense all the glimmers in the hall, emitting a strange luster.
"This is the last image of your mother left in the Space-Time Administration." The masked man's voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, low and hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor, as if this simple sentence carried endless weight.
Yun Yao's heart trembled suddenly, as if struck by an electric current, and her eyes instantly turned red, which was the bursting of her longing for her mother. She stretched out her hand eagerly, wanting to grasp the last clue related to her mother, just like a drowning person grasping at a life-saving straw.
Just as her fingertips were about to touch the crystal bottle, something strange happened. The crystal bottle exploded like a detonated bomb, and countless fragments flew around like hidden weapons. Then, a raging black flame roared out like a demon breaking free from a cage, instantly enveloping Yun Yao.
This flame was not an ordinary fire, but a "fallen fire" that could corrode the soul. It twisted and entangled as if it had life, and every flame was like a greedy evil insect, biting at Yun Yao's spiritual power and will. Yun Yao felt as if her whole body was thrown into boiling magma, the pain was unbearable, and the depths of her soul seemed to be pierced by thousands of steel needles at the same time, the pain was unbearable.
"Ah!" Yun Yao couldn't help but let out a scream of pain, the sound echoed in the empty back hall, like a wail of despair.
At the critical moment, Xiao Cui shot out from the darkness like a stream of light. Her figure instantly turned into a data stream, like a dynamic light belt, shining with brilliant light, and she stood in front of Yun Yao without hesitation.
"Empress, let's go!" Xiao Cui's voice was like an ethereal echo, clearly audible amid the roar of the hellfire, revealing determination and loyalty.
Yun Yao stared with wide eyes, watching Xiao Cui's data gradually dissipate in the flames, like catkins drifting in the wind. Xiao Cui's face gradually blurred, but the determination in her eyes was like a brand, deeply engraved in Yun Yao's heart.
"Xiao Cui!" Yun Yao was grief-stricken, tears welled up in her eyes like a flood. She frantically used code to capture the drifting data stream, waving her hands in the air like a drowning person struggling, and every movement was filled with endless despair and reluctance.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through her mind, and her mother's words rang out like a bell: "The core of the AI guardian spirit is hidden in the seventh fragment of the quantum core."
This sentence was like a ray of light, dispelling some of the despair in Yun Yao's heart. She held back her grief, clenched her teeth, and was like a wounded beast, ready to fight to the death.
At this time, after repelling the four Dharma Kings, Chu Mochen rushed into the back hall anxiously. What he saw was Yun Yao holding the gradually transparent Xiao Cui, a desperate scene as if the world was collapsing. Yun Yao's eyes reflected the star map of the entire Tiandao Terrace, but the bright starlight was like broken glass, full of sadness.
"Xiao Cui..." Chu Mochen's voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, hoarse and dry, revealing endless sadness.
Yun Yao slowly raised her head, tears flowing freely down her cheeks like two sad rivers. Her voice was like a broken string, trembling and mournful: "Chu Mochen, take me to the space-time rift. I want to go to the Administration, no matter what the cost."
Chu Mochen silently held her hand tightly, as if he wanted to use this grip to give her all the strength and support. He found that Yun Yao's fingertips had been burned by the fire, red and swollen, but she seemed to be unaware, because at this moment her soul was assimilating with the core components, and all the pain was covered by the grief and determination in her heart.
The two looked at each other, and without saying anything, they ran towards the crack in time and space. Their figures were like two meteors, streaking through the night sky, rushing towards an unknown fate. Along the way, the wind whistled in their ears, as if it was a sad song played for them, and in their hearts, there was only one belief - even if there was a desperate abyss ahead, they had to fight their way out for each other, for their deceased relatives and friends.
At this moment, Yun Yao's heart seemed to be burning with a flame, a rage of hatred and determination. She secretly vowed that no matter what secrets and dangers were hidden in the Space-Time Administration, she would uncover them and make those villains who hurt Xiao Cui and attempted to destroy the peace of the two worlds pay a painful price. Chu Mochen followed closely, his eyes were as firm as a rock, and the quantum sword in his hand seemed to feel the master's determination, humming slightly, as if responding to his oath - to be with him through life and death, never leave him, even if he was against the whole world.