12dz Chapter 805: Resonance of the Fragments
Chapter 805: Resonance of the Fragments
The cold mist, like a knife, sliced through the mottled stone walls of the Taixu Ancient Palace. Yun Yao's fingertips brushed the cold hilt of the Jinghong Sword, her palm still lingering with the burning pain of her recent clash with the Blood River Ancestor. The ancient runes engraved on the sword shimmered in the gloom, resonating strangely with the shattered system spirit ring within her body.
"This sword..." Yun Yao murmured softly, her consciousness slowly probing the lines along the hilt. Instantly, countless fragments of memories flooded into her mind like a tide—thousands of years ago, Fairy Yunhua wielded this sword, traversing the three realms, her white robes whiter than snow, her sword dancing gracefully. The clearest scene was when the fairy fell, amidst the onslaught of gods and Buddhas, a familiar figure swung a sword towards her soul.
"Impossible..." Yun Yao stumbled back, nearly losing the Jinghong Sword. The face of the man swinging the sword bore a striking resemblance to the severely injured Chu Mochen lying on the ground before her.
"Yao'er!" Chu Mochen struggled to stand up. The wound on his chest was still bleeding, but his eyes were always fixed on Yun Yao. "Be careful!"
Before he could finish his words, the figure of the Blood River Patriarch had already broken through the wall. A blood-colored mist swirled around him, and the bone staff in his hand dripped with foul-smelling black blood. A maniacal smile filled his face. "Yunhua's reincarnation, do you think you can escape disaster by hiding in this ruined temple? That bitch Yunhua was killed by Taichu himself. Do you think you and his reincarnation will have a good ending?"
Yun Yao's hand gripping the Jinghong Sword trembled slightly, and the runes on the sword suddenly burst into a dazzling golden light. At the same time, the system spirit ring within her body also vibrated violently. The system master's voice was unprecedentedly urgent: "Quick! Inject the power of the fragment into the Jinghong Sword! This is the key to awakening Yun Hua's memory!"
Chu Mochen struggled to stand up, holding the Hanyuan Sword across Yun Yao's body, but the tip of the sword swayed slightly due to the unstable injury: "Xuehe, as long as I am here, you can't touch her at all."
"Just you?" Blood River Patriarch sneered, slamming his bone staff against the ground, causing the entire ancient palace to shake violently. "Even the Great Lord of the Beginning couldn't protect Yunhua back then, so what can a mere reincarnation like you do?"
Yun Yao took a deep breath, channeling the remaining spiritual energy into the Jinghong Sword. The sword shone brightly, forming a golden beam with the spiritual ring between her eyebrows, shooting straight up to the temple ceiling. In this light, Yun Yao seemed to see scenes from thousands of years ago flashing through her mind: Fairy Yunhua and the Divine Lord Taichu fighting side by side against the Heavenly Dao; then, they turned against each other, with Taichu wielding his sword to sever Yunhua's soul; and finally, Yunhua tearfully surrendered the remaining fragments to reincarnation, waiting only for their next encounter.
"So that's how it is..." Yun Yao murmured, tears welling in her eyes. She finally understood why she had felt such an inexplicable sense of familiarity when she first met Chu Mochen; why they always seemed to connect with each other in every life-or-death situation.
Seeing this, a trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the Blood River Ancestor, but it was quickly replaced by greed: "No matter what entanglements you had in your previous lives, today, you must die! The remnants of the Heavenly Dao can only belong to me!" He waved his bone staff and summoned a huge blood-colored vortex, sweeping towards Yun Yao and Chu Mochen.
Chu Mochen suddenly turned, grasping Yun Yao's shoulders with both hands, his eyes filled with determination. "Yao'er, trust me." He bit his fingertip, and blood dripped onto the Hanyuan Sword, causing it to burst into a dazzling blue light. Simultaneously, a fragmentary mark similar to the one in Yun Yao's body appeared on his chest. The two forces collided in mid-air, forming a yin-yang fish pattern.
The blood-red vortex stopped in front of the Yin-Yang Pisces pattern. The Blood River Patriarch widened his eyes and shouted in disbelief, "How is this possible! The Taichu Sword Art and Yunhua's fragmented power can actually be fused?"
Yun Yao looked at Chu Mochen's pale face, and her heart ached: "Chu Mochen, are you trying to kill yourself?"
"For you, what does my life mean?" A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Chu Mochen's mouth, but he still smiled, "A thousand years ago, I failed to protect Yunhua; in this life, I will never let you get hurt again."
At this moment, the system's voice sounded again: "A resonance between the two chapters has been detected, and a new ability is being unlocked - time and space retracing!" Yun Yao only felt a flash before her eyes, and the scene returned to the depths of the Blood River Ancestor's memory.
She saw the Blood River Patriarch, when he was young, kneeling before a mysterious man. The man held a fragment similar to the one in Yun Yao's body and sneered, "As long as you can obtain the fragment of Yun Hua's reincarnation, I will tell you the secret of reshaping the Heavenly Dao."
"So... you are also someone else's pawn." Yun Yao murmured, and the hatred in her eyes was gradually replaced by pity.
When Blood River Patriarch heard this, his body shook violently, and the blood-colored vortex began to loosen. "What did you say? Impossible! I... How could I be a pawn?"
Chu Mochen seized the opportunity and swung his sword. The blue light of the Hanyuan Sword and the golden light of the Jinghong Sword intertwined, forming a dazzling sword light that pierced the Blood River Ancestor. The Blood River Ancestor hurriedly resisted, but under the power of the two swords, his defense was as fragile as paper.
"No!" Blood River Patriarch screamed as he was struck by the sword light and flew backwards, slamming heavily against the stone wall of the ancient temple. He struggled to stand up, but found that his spiritual power was rapidly fading. "Why... why is this happening..."
Yun Yao walked slowly up to him, the tip of the Jinghong Sword pressed against his throat. "Tell me, who is the mastermind behind this?"
The Blood River Patriarch suddenly burst into wild laughter, his laughter filled with despair and unwillingness: "What can you do if you think you know? The calculations of the Tianji Pavilion are beyond your imagination. The entire cultivation world is nothing more than a pawn on their chessboard..."
Before he finished speaking, the Blood River Ancestor's body suddenly began to dissipate, transforming into a cloud of blood mist. In the blood mist, Yun Yao saw a familiar figure—the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion, who was watching all this coldly.
"Be careful!" Chu Mochen suddenly pounced on Yun Yao. A black arrow flew past his shoulder and left a charred hole in the stone wall.
Yun Yao hugged Chu Mochen and watched him get hurt again. The rage in her heart could no longer be suppressed: "Tianji Pavilion... I will make you pay the price!"
At this moment, the ground of the ancient temple suddenly began to shake, and the runes on the walls emitted a dazzling light. The system said anxiously, "Not good! The Taixu Ancient Temple is about to collapse. The power of the fragments here is running rampant. We must leave immediately!"
Chu Mochen struggled to stand up and held Yun Yao's hand: "Yao'er, hold on to me." After that, he used his body skills and rushed out of the ancient temple with Yun Yao.
Just as they rushed out of the ancient palace, the entire Taixu Ancient Palace collapsed with a loud bang, stirring up a cloud of dust. Yun Yao looked back and secretly vowed in her heart: "No matter how many difficulties and obstacles I face, I must find out the truth and seek justice for Fairy Yunhua in my previous life, and for myself and Chu Mochen in this life."
The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and Yun Yao and Chu Mochen smiled at each other. Although the road ahead was unknown, as long as the two of them were together, no difficulty was insurmountable.
"Let's go." Yun Yao held Chu Mochen's hand tightly, "We still have a lot to do."
Chu Mochen nodded, his eyes full of tenderness: "Well, no matter where you are, I will be with you."
The two turned and left, their figures gradually disappearing into the depths of the Wuyin Mountains. Behind them, in the ruins of the Taixu Ancient Palace, a mysterious light flashed, as if foreshadowing the arrival of a new challenge...