usatvline Chapter 705: Demonic Backlash
Chapter 705: Demonic Backlash
Yun Yao felt the world before her instantly transform into a sea of blood. A pungent, fishy odor filled her face, and the air around her seemed stained with thick blood, becoming sticky and heavy. Chu Mochen's hands gripped her slender neck like iron clamps, the force seeming to squeeze her soul out of her body. His eyes were already filled with blood, hollow and ferocious, completely devoid of his usual gentleness and affection. In this moment, he was clearly a puppet controlled by the evil spirit, emitting a chilling aura of death.
"Chu Mochen, wake up!" Yun Yao struggled to force these words from her dry throat, but the sound was easily drowned out by the demon's roar. Her feet gradually left the ground, and her toes struggled futilely in the air, trying to find a foothold. Every breath felt like pulling on a broken bellows, her lungs burning with fire, and the feeling of suffocation surged like a tide, enveloping her tightly.
She struggled to lift her hands, trying to pry open Chu Mochen's fingers, but they remained rooted to the bone. Her nails dug deep into the back of his hands, leaving streaks of blood. Bright red drops of blood oozed out, but it failed to awaken his sanity. The demonic power raged within him, and a black aura, like a serpent, crawled along his arms and onto Yun Yao's body, icy and piercing, as if to devour her life bit by bit.
Yun Yao's heart was burning with anxiety, her mind racing. Suddenly, she remembered the fragments of the "Ice Heart Art" she'd glimpsed in an ancient tome. Though she'd never fully practiced it, she couldn't afford to worry about much else at this moment. She could only try her best. Enduring the excruciating pain in both her body and soul, she closed her eyes tightly, concentrating all her energy, trying to find a trace of icy true energy within the chaotic internal energy.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, each passing second akin to a life-or-death struggle. Finally, Yun Yao felt a faint chill rising from her dantian, like a spark ignited in the darkness. Not daring to slack off, she carefully guided this flow of Qi, following the direction of her meridians, and slowly infused it into Chu Mochen's body.
The moment this innate energy entered, it was like dropping an ice cube into boiling water, triggering an instant, violent reaction. The demonic snakes, as if provoked, twisted their bodies wildly, emitting sharp, piercing hisses as they surged towards Yun Yao. Yun Yao felt a massive impact crash into her, as if her internal organs had shifted. A sweet, fishy taste surged up her throat, but she swallowed it back.
"Chu Mochen! Do you still remember every little detail of our time in the secular world?" Yun Yao cried out in her sea of consciousness. She knew that only by awakening the most sincere emotions in his heart could she break free from the demon's shackles. "You said you would take me to see the three thousand immortal realms, to explore those secret fairylands hidden deep in the clouds and mist, to feel the caress of every fairy cloud and the nourishment of every wisp of immortal spirit. We made a wish together under the moon, to walk hand in hand through every corner of this world, whether it was the bustling and noisy world or the mysterious and unpredictable realm of cultivation, you would not leave me alone."
In the sea of consciousness, a fierce wind howled, and the power of the demonic evil was like a black storm, trying to completely annihilate Yun Yao's voice. But her cry was like a sharp arrow piercing the storm, piercing straight into the depths of Chu Mochen's chaotic soul.
In that endless darkness and chaos, Chu Mochen's soul was like a lone boat drifting in the raging sea, ruthlessly torn apart by the power of the evil spirit. Just as he was about to sink completely, Yun Yao's voice was like a beam of warm and firm light, penetrating the layers of darkness and shining directly into the softest corner of his heart.
That was the street corner where they had first met, the sunlight dappled on Yun Yao's lively face, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and stubbornness, at that moment, it seemed as if the whole world was brighter because of her; that was when they shuttled through the night market together, tasting all kinds of worldly delicacies, the smell of fireworks lingering around them, her laughter as clear as a silver bell, dispelling years of loneliness in his heart; that was when they faced a powerful enemy, they held each other's hands tightly, the warmth and trust conveyed in their palms made him firmly believe that as long as she was by his side, he would have nothing to fear.
Scenes flooded into Chu Mochen's mind like a tide, his soul trembled slightly, and the bloodshot in his eyes began to loosen a little.
"Yao'er..." A faint voice sounded from the depths of his sea of consciousness, like the first ray of light penetrating the clouds at dawn.
In reality, Chu Mochen's hands, which had been pinching Yun Yao's neck, slowly loosened. His body trembled violently, and his face revealed an expression of pain and struggle. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, mixing with blood and flowing down his pale cheeks.
"Yao'er... hurry and leave..." His voice was hoarse and broken, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, each word filled with endless pain and guilt. Although the evil spirit was temporarily suppressed, it still fought back frantically within him, trying to regain control of his body.
Yun Yao landed on her feet and stumbled a few steps before regaining her balance. Without even taking a breath, she immediately reached out to support Chu Mochen's shaky body. Tears blurred her eyes as she watched him in agony, but at that moment, her gaze held an unparalleled resolve.
"I won't leave. I said I'll live and die with you." Yun Yao bit her lower lip tightly until blood flowed from it, and the bloody smell spread in her mouth, but she was completely unaware. She poured her own spiritual energy into Chu Mochen's body without reservation, trying to help stabilize his shaky soul.
Deep within the sea of consciousness, the golden lotus blossomed, radiant with ever-brighter light, summoned by Yun Yao's voice. Its golden glow spread like ripples, dispelling the surrounding darkness and demonic evil. The lotus's petals trembled gently, each tremor a movement of redemption, purifying the space tainted by demonic evil.
Chu Mochen's spirit slowly raised its head, illuminated by the golden lotus. The bloodshot in his eyes gradually faded, and a clear, bright light shone once more. The familiar tenderness and affection, like the warm spring sun, returned to his eyes.
"Yao'er, I..." He hesitated, his heart filled with guilt and gratitude turning into a sigh. At this moment, he knew that if it weren't for Yun Yao's unwavering support, he would have become a puppet of the evil spirit, falling into an abyss of no return.
Yun Yao raised her hand and gently covered his mouth, shaking her head slightly, signaling him to stop talking. Their eyes met, a thousand words expressed in this affectionate gaze. In this moment, no words were needed, their hearts tightly connected, as if all the hardships in the world could no longer separate them.
Outside the cave, the Blood Demon Sect's aura grew stronger, and faint eerie whistles could be heard. But at this moment, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen remained oblivious. They immersed themselves in this moment of peace after surviving a catastrophe, drawing warmth and strength from each other as they prepared to face the even more brutal challenges ahead. They knew this was only a minor setback in their long battle with the Holy Maiden of Youyue. The road ahead was still paved with thorns, but as long as they walked hand in hand, they would be fearless.