The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 611: Imperial Palace Cave

The night was dark, and the stars were hidden in the inky sky, as if even the sky knew that what was about to be revealed was a long-sealed, thrilling past, so it withdrew its light and let the darkness cover the earth. The figures of Yun Yao, Chu Mochen and Ye Wuhen were like three fast-moving ink marks, speeding towards Chu Mochen's motherland in the silence. Along the way, the wind whistled past their ears, as if whispering those unknown secrets, and as if urging them to move forward quickly, so as not to miss the door of destiny that was about to open.

Stepping into the territory of Chu Mochen's motherland, Yun Yao looked up and saw the towering palace in the night like a dormant beast, exuding a solemn yet mysterious atmosphere. The glazed tiles of the palace shone with a cold luster in the dim light, as if guarding some secrets that could not be revealed. The palace walls were undulating, like a barrier, imprisoning countless stories and truths.

Yun Yao's eyes seemed to have insight. She explored all the way and soon found that the star map of the forbidden area of the palace coincided with the location of the fragments of the Burning Heart Mirror. The star map was like a mysterious heavenly book. The layout and trajectory of the stars seemed to be full of mysteries. Now it echoed with the clues of the fragments of the Burning Heart Mirror, which was even more shocking. She knew in her heart that this was no accident. It seemed that there was an invisible hand that had begun to lay out the plan since the past years, connecting countless clues, just waiting for their arrival today.

Without too much time to sigh, the three quietly sneaked into the palace, relying on their agility and exquisite concealment skills to cleverly avoid the heavy guards. Every corridor and every palace door seemed to be a silent witness, watching them approach the truth step by step. As they walked deeper, a damp and rotten smell hit them in the face, and the entrance to the cave was like the mouth of a giant beast that chose its prey, hidden in the darkness.

Slowly walking down the winding stone steps, a chill ran up their spines. The cave was terribly quiet, with only their light footsteps echoing in the empty space, as if knocking on the door of history. The walls were flickering with green phosphorescent lights, like jumping ghost lights, stretching their figures to be slender and strange.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, just when Yun Yao felt as if she was about to be swallowed by the endless darkness, a low cough suddenly came from the front. The three of them were instantly alert, stopped, and stared at the front with a sharp gaze. An old man in a black robe slowly appeared. His figure seemed to have come from the depths of time, with vicissitudes and loneliness. The robe was embroidered with exquisite gold thread patterns, but it could not hide the erosion of time, and it looked worn and dull. The old man had a haggard face and sparse white hair, but it could not hide the powerful pressure emanating from his body. It was the unique aura of a great master, as if it had materialized, pressing the air to solidify.

The moment Chu Mochen's eyes touched the old man's face, he was as if struck by an electric current, and a hint of shock and complexity flashed in his eyes: "Uncle... why are you here? You are not..." His words stopped abruptly. He already knew in his heart that what he saw before his eyes must be hiding an unknown secret.

The emperor's uncle raised his wrinkled hand and waved it gently, interrupting Chu Mochen's words, his eyes full of endless vicissitudes and fatigue: "Chen'er, there are some things that it's time for you to know." His voice seemed to have traveled through the tunnel of time and space, carrying the weight of history and the echoes of years, slowly echoing in this cave.

After coughing a few times, the emperor's uncle slowed down his breathing and pointed at the bronze door engraved with forbidden spells. There was a trace of fear and awe in his eyes: "Your father insisted on opening the cave in order to take out the fragments and revive your mother, but he was killed by the fragments..." His voice trembled slightly, as if he was recalling the tragic past, and his heart was still filled with grief.

Yun Yao looked up and saw that the forbidden spells on the bronze door were like winding poisonous snakes, emitting a strange and dangerous aura. The mottled bloody handprints were like blood flowers blooming in the darkness, revealing tragic and tragic, shocking. The shape and pattern of the bloody handprints completely overlapped with the pattern on Chu Mochen's palm, as if telling the fate entanglement between them, father and son.

"The forbidden spell on this door is a legacy from ancient times, and it contains endless danger and mysterious power. In order to open this door, your father did not hesitate to spend a large amount of spiritual power, and even used the power of the royal bloodline, but he still underestimated the backlash of the fragments..." The words of the emperor's uncle were like alarm bells, ringing in this silent cave, making people shudder.

Chu Mochen's gaze was fixed on the bronze door, with a flash of determination in his eyes: "Uncle, I must open this door and take out the fragments. This is not only related to my mother, but also to Yun Yao and the safety of the entire cultivation world." His voice was firm and powerful, as if he was declaring war on fate. That kind of determination warmed Yun Yao's heart.

The emperor's uncle shook his head slightly, looking worried: "Chen'er, don't be impulsive. The danger behind this door is far beyond your imagination. The fragments contain the evil power of the Burning Sky Ancestor. If you are not careful, your mind will be corroded by it and you will be doomed." He knew very well what kind of storms were hidden behind the door, so he tried his best to persuade him.

Yun Yao walked forward, gently held Chu Mochen's hand, and met his eyes, conveying trust and support: "Brother Chu, we have come this far and experienced countless hardships. We will not retreat today. I will face it with you." Her words were like the warm sunshine of spring, dispelling some of the haze in Chu Mochen's heart and making him more determined to move forward.

Seeing that the two were determined, the emperor's uncle sighed and stopped trying to dissuade them: "In that case, you'd better be careful. The cenotaph behind this door is the resting place of the first ancestor of the Burning Heaven Palace, and it is also the gathering place of evil forces. The fragment is in his skull, you must make a quick decision." After saying that, he formed seals with his hands and muttered something. A soft light poured out from his palms and merged into the forbidden spell of the bronze door, as if opening a brief "green channel" for them.

As the light was injected, the forbidden spell on the bronze door twisted like a living thing, making a creaking sound that made one's teeth ache. The door slowly opened, and a foul and strange smell came to one's face, like the breath of a devil, making one feel sick.

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen looked at each other, took a deep breath, and stepped into the dark world behind the door hand in hand. Behind the door seemed to be another time and space, dead silent, pitch dark. Only the strange light that flickered like a ghost fire illuminated the road ahead for them.

After walking a few steps forward, a series of eerie tombstones came into view. The runes engraved on the tombstones looked like ghostly talismans, revealing mystery and evil. The surroundings were terribly quiet, as if even the air had frozen. Only their heavy breathing and heartbeats were particularly clear in this dead silence.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, blowing up clouds of dust, as if ghosts were wandering. Yun Yao keenly sensed a hint of danger, and just as she was about to warn them, she saw black mists coming from all directions like ghosts, instantly enveloping them.

In the mist, there were faint screams, as if countless wronged souls were crying. Chu Mochen hurriedly protected Yun Yao behind him, holding the Xuanbing Knife tightly in his hand, and the blade emitted a cold blue light, as if it could dispel the endless darkness. "Yun Yao, be careful!" He whispered, his voice full of concern and vigilance.

Yun Yao nodded slightly, and summoned the Jie Huo Sword in her hand. The dancing flames on the sword were like a lively spirit, bringing a touch of warmth and hope to the darkness. She looked around vigilantly, trying to see through the thick fog and see the enemy's traces.

At this moment, a series of black figures emerged from the mist like ghosts, their bodies twisted and faces hideous, like vengeful spirits twisted by evil forces. The sharp claws in their hands flashed with cold light, and they rushed towards Yun Yao and Chu Mochen with deadly threats.

Chu Mochen's eyes were stern, and he swung the black ice knife in his hand fiercely. A ray of ice-blue blade light slashed out like a thread. Wherever it passed, the black mist seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, making a "sizzling" sound. Several black figures were unable to dodge and were instantly slashed by the blade light, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating.

Seeing this, Yun Yao waved the Jiehuo Sword in her hand, and the sword flowers bloomed, like blooming red lotuses. Jiehuo roared out, dispersing the surrounding fog and forming a short-term safe area. Her figure was agile, like a dancing fairy, shuttling among the black figures. Wherever she passed, the flames burned, and the black figures screamed miserably and turned into ashes.

However, these black figures seemed endless, one wave retreated, another wave rose. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen gradually felt powerless, and the consumption of spiritual power made their movements slower and slower.

"This is not a solution. We have to find the cenotaph of the first ancestor as soon as possible!" Yun Yao said while panting, anxiety in her eyes.

Chu Mochen nodded and looked around, trying to find clues. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he pointed to a towering tombstone not far away: "Yun Yao, look over there!"

Yun Yao looked in the direction of his finger and saw that the runes engraved on the tombstone seemed to be glowing, which was completely different from the surrounding tombstones. The two of them were moved and ran towards the tombstone tacitly.

Approaching the tombstone, Yun Yao discovered that the runes on the tombstone seemed to form a mysterious map, and the flashing light spots on the map seemed to point to a specific direction. "Brother Chu, could this be the map pointing to the tomb of the first ancestor?" she said in surprise.

Chu Mochen looked at it carefully and nodded slightly: "It should be. Let's follow the direction of this light." After that, the two of them walked quickly in the direction indicated by the map.

Along the way, the black figure continued to attack, but the two had a goal in mind and became more courageous. After breaking through many obstacles, a huge sarcophagus came into view. The sarcophagus was engraved with complex runes, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, as if guarding something important.

"This should be the cenotaph of the first generation ancestor." Chu Mochen said with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

Yun Yao walked forward and gently touched the runes on the sarcophagus. She felt a slight tingling sensation at her fingertips, as if the runes were resisting the touch of outsiders. "Brother Chu, how do we open it?" She turned to look at Chu Mochen.

Chu Mochen took a deep breath, walked forward, and slowly placed his hands on the lid of the stone coffin. The calamity array pattern on his palms emitted a faint light. He urged his spiritual power and tried to open the stone coffin with the power of his bloodline.

As the spiritual power was injected, the sarcophagus seemed to be awakened and began to vibrate slightly. The light of the runes became more and more dazzling, as if resisting their invasion.

"Ah!" Chu Mochen suddenly groaned, his face turned pale, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. A powerful backlash force came from the sarcophagus, as if it was going to suck his spiritual power dry.

"Brother Chu!" Yun Yao exclaimed and hurried forward to support him. The spiritual power in her hands surged and was injected into his body to help stabilize his injuries.

"I'm fine. The power of this sarcophagus is too strong. We have to think of other ways." Chu Mochen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a firm look.

Yun Yao looked around and suddenly found some strange grooves carved on the ground around the sarcophagus. The shape of the grooves seemed to be somewhat similar to the magic weapons in their hands. "Brother Chu, look at these grooves. Do we need to put the magic weapons in them?" She said with an idea.

Chu Mochen followed her gaze and a flash of realization flashed across his eyes: "It's possible, let's try."

The two took out the magic weapon and carefully placed it into the groove. At the moment the magic weapon was inserted into the groove, the sarcophagus seemed to have received some kind of recognition, and the vibration became more intense, and the rune light became brighter.

With a "click", the sarcophagus slowly opened, and a stronger stench of decay came to their faces. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen covered their mouths and noses, and looked carefully. They saw a skeleton placed in the sarcophagus. Above the skull, a fragment emitting a strange light was suspended in it, like an evil eyeball, staring at them coldly.

"This is the fragment of the Burning Heart Mirror..." Yun Yao murmured, with a complex look in her eyes.

Chu Mochen took a deep breath and slowly reached out to grab the fragment. Just as his fingertips were about to touch the fragment, the fragment seemed to feel threatened and suddenly burst out with a powerful force, knocking him away.

"Brother Chu!" Yun Yao exclaimed and quickly flew over to catch him.

"The power of this fragment is so strong..." Chu Mochen's face turned pale and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth again.

Yun Yao looked at the injured Chu Mochen, and a surge of anger surged in her heart. She gently put Chu Mochen down, staring at the fragments, holding the Jie Huo Sword tightly in her hand: "Today, I will definitely take away your fragment!" After saying that, she flashed and rushed towards the fragments, the Jie Huo Sword in her hand was like a roaring fire dragon, slashing at the fragments.

The fragment felt threatened and light shone all around it. Black energy waves spread out like ripples and collided with the Fire Sword, making a deafening roar.

Yun Yao gritted her teeth and used all her strength to mobilize her spiritual power. The light of the Jie Huo Sword in her hand became more and more dazzling. After a moment of stalemate, the Jie Huo Sword finally broke through the energy defense of the fragments, and the tip of the sword touched the fragments.

At this moment, Yun Yao suddenly felt a powerful force flowing into her body along the Jiehuo Sword, as if it was going to tear her soul apart. She groaned, her body trembling slightly, but she still held the sword tightly in her hand, refusing to let go.

"Yun Yao!" Chu Mochen became extremely anxious upon seeing this. Regardless of his injuries, he struggled to get up and rushed towards Yun Yao.

At this critical moment, Yun Yao suddenly remembered the magic formula her mother taught her. She endured the severe pain, muttered something, and pinched the magic formula with her hands. As the magic formula was performed, the power that surged into her body seemed to be guided by a mysterious force and gradually calmed down.

Yun Yao took the opportunity to collect the fragments, and her body swayed, almost falling. Chu Mochen hurriedly supported her, and the two looked at each other, their eyes full of relief for surviving the disaster.

"Let's go!" Chu Mochen said, supporting Yun Yao and walking quickly towards the exit of the cave.

Along the way, although the black figures continued to attack, the two of them finally rushed out of the cave with their tenacious will and tacit cooperation.

Outside the cave, the uncle had been waiting for a long time. Seeing the two return safely, he breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm glad you're all right."

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen smiled at each other. Although they were exhausted, they were full of a sense of accomplishment. They knew that they were one step closer to the truth, and the road ahead was still full of difficulties, but they were not afraid, because each other's company was the greatest motivation to move forward.

With the help of the Emperor's uncle, the two quietly left the palace and embarked on a new journey. They knew that the conspiracy of the Burning Heaven Palace was becoming more urgent, and the mission they shouldered was becoming heavier. But no matter what was waiting for them ahead, they would work together and go against fate until all the truth was revealed and everything they cherished was protected.