The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 729 Yuxu Miyun

Above the heavens, twelve beams of immortal light, like the breaking light of dawn, tore through the clouds of the cultivation world and shot straight towards where Yun Yao and Chu Mochen were. In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged and turbulently like a surging tide.

Yun Yao looked up. The white-haired elder leading the group was clad in a moon-white robe, its sleeves fluttering. Silver-embroidered runes shone like ethereal stars, gleaming with a mysterious light. His face was gaunt, wrinkles carved by time, yet they couldn't conceal his otherworldly aura. His eyes, like a deep, cold pool, so deep that one couldn't see the bottom. They were fixed on the lotus seal between Yun Yao's eyebrows, their expression complex and difficult to discern.

"Host Lianxin, please follow us back to the fairyland. The Palace Master has something important to discuss with you." The old man's voice was like a huge bell, echoing between heaven and earth. Every word was so painful that it made people's eardrums hurt, but it also carried an unquestionable majesty.

Chu Mochen flashed in front of Yun Yao like a streak of black lightning. His figure was as straight and tall as a pine tree, and the divine power emanating from his body was like a materialized golden flame, burning fiercely, and the air around him was sizzling.

"The Immortal Realm stood by and watched the Divine Court's demise. What right do they have to intervene now?" Chu Mochen's voice was low and cold, like a judgment from the Nine Nether Hell, every word filled with anger and questioning. The pressure emanating from the ancient Divine Court's Holy Son swept towards the people of Yuxu Palace like a landslide or tsunami, causing ripples in the surrounding space.

The old man sighed softly, a sigh that seemed to carry a thousand years of vicissitudes and helplessness, drifting away in the wind. "Back then, I and others were shortsighted, but now the world is about to collapse, and only the host of the lotus heart can repair it—"

Yun Yao gazed at the white-haired old man, then glanced sideways at Chu Mochen, who stood beside her, his expression tense and wary. A flash of inspiration struck her mind, and visions of the future in Siming Palace emerged one after another. Those images seemed to hint at the necessity of a journey to the immortal realm. Perhaps within this Yuxu Palace lay a key secret capable of changing the course of events and saving the world.

"Perhaps we should go to the Immortal Realm and see how many secrets they know." Yun Yao gently pressed Chu Mochen's hand and said softly. Her voice was gentle but firm, like a stream breaking through the ice on a spring day, full of unyielding determination.

Chu Mochen was slightly startled, then turned his head to look at Yun Yao. His gaze softened slightly when he saw the determination in her eyes. Although he was filled with worry, fearing that Yun Yao would be in danger if he went there, he also knew that once she made up her mind, it would be difficult to change it. So, he simply silently squeezed Yun Yao's hand, as if to use the warmth of his palm to give her strength, and also to comfort himself.

In the blink of an eye, the people from Yuxu Palace, carrying Yun Yao and Chu Mochen with them, transformed into streams of light and sped towards the Immortal Realm. Passing through layers of clouds and mist, it was as if they were traveling through a tunnel of time and space. In a flash of light, a dreamlike Immortal Palace appeared before their eyes.

The Yuxu Palace resembles a dazzling pearl suspended above a sea of clouds. Its meticulously arranged palaces, constructed from flawless white jade, radiate a gentle glow under the sunlight. The glazed tiles on the palace roof shimmer with a myriad of colors, resembling a dreamlike celestial canopy. The walls are carved with lifelike portraits of immortals and gods, seemingly possessed, their eyes shimmering as if they were telling ancient legends.

As Yun Yao entered Yuxu Palace, she felt a surge of pure, majestic celestial energy, seemingly stretching every pore in her body. However, she was acutely aware that the cultivators around her gazed at her with a mixture of awe, as if she were an unattainable deity, ruling the universe; and fear, as if she were a bombshell ready to explode at any moment, completely upending the peaceful order of the celestial realm.

The Palace Master personally came out to greet them. He was tall and imposing, clad in a long, floor-length purple-gold robe. Embroidered upon it were giant golden dragons, seemingly alive, baring their fangs and claws, a majestic presence. He wore a jade crown, inlaid with dazzling pearls, emitting a soft glow that illuminated his square, imposing yet refined face.

"Host Lianxin, thank you for your hard work. Please come in." The Palace Master's voice was gentle and mellow, like a fine aged wine, making people unconsciously intoxicated. He turned sideways and made a "please" gesture, leading Yun Yao and Chu Mochen into the palace.

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen followed the Palace Master, admiring the beauty of Yuxu Palace along the way. In the gardens, exotic flowers and plants clashed in profusion, like an overturned paint palette, a riot of color. Some blossoms were as large as plates, their stamens shimmering with starlight, emitting a rich fragrance that seemed to beckon the soul. Other vines, like nimble snakes, snaking through the pavilions and towers, their leaves gleaming with runes, as if imbued with mysterious power.

Arriving in front of a magnificent palace, the Palace Master stopped, raised his hand and pushed open the palace door, then said sideways, "Host Lianxin, this is the 'Heavenly Dao Pavilion' of my Yuxu Palace. It contains many secrets related to the Heavenly Dao. I hope you can gain something from it."

Yun Yao's heart stirred, and she stepped inside. The hall felt like another world, empty and silent. The dome resembled a vast starry sky, with twinkling stars, as if depicting the changes of the universe. The walls were inlaid with pieces of shimmering jade, engraved with ancient runes, as if revealing the mysteries of the heavens.

In the center, a massive wheel towered over the sky, like a giant towering over the earth. Atop the wheel, fragments of laws swam like nimble fish, radiating a dazzling array of multicolored light.

Yun Yao couldn't help but move closer, wanting to find out what was going on. Suddenly, the Palace Master flashed and appeared behind her like a ghost. Her fingertips danced rapidly, and golden runes like chains wrapped around Yun Yao.

"I'm sorry, Host Lianxin." The Palace Master's voice was filled with resignation, like a prisoner trapped by fate, filled with struggle and guilt. "The Immortal Council is worried that your restoration of the Heavenly Dao will undermine our rule, so..." He condensed a true golden chain from his fingertips, and like a python spitting out its tongue, it quickly wrapped around Yun Yao's neck. "I can only ask you to stay here for a while."

This sudden change came so suddenly that Yun Yao didn't even have time to react before her spiritual power was instantly sealed. She felt as if her entire body was being pinned down by a massive rock weighing tens of thousands of pounds, unable to move. The spiritual power within her body seemed frozen in a layer of solid ice, unable to mobilize even a single bit.

"How dare you!" Chu Mochen roared like an enraged lion, the power of his divine power surging through him, threatening to tear the world apart. His figure moved like lightning as he lunged at the Palace Master, the sword in his hand like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying with it the power to annihilate heaven and earth.

However, the twelve elders of Yuxu Palace seemed prepared. They shouted in unison, teleported, and instantly surrounded Chu Mochen. They held various magical weapons. Some were immortal swords emitting a cold light, with runes glittering on the swords, as if chanting ancient sword techniques; some were ancient bronze mirrors, their surfaces like deep black holes, capable of absorbing the power of all things; and some were huge seals, engraved with intricate runes, as if carrying the weight of mountains and rivers, suppressing Chu Mochen fiercely.

The twelve elders joined forces, like an impenetrable net, trapping Chu Mochen within. Although Chu Mochen fought with all his might, each sword swing seemed to split the sky, each move seemed to shatter mountains and rivers, but under the combined suppression of the elders, he gradually felt the strain. His clothes were torn by the fierce energy, and blood marks appeared on his skin like winding snakes.

Yun Yao looked at the anxiety and anger in Chu Mochen's eyes, and her heart warmed, as if the warm spring sun had dispelled the haze. She suddenly chuckled softly, and that laughter was like the crisp sound of a silver bell, which seemed out of place in this solemn and oppressive atmosphere, but it was also like a sharp sword, piercing the tense atmosphere.

"Do you think that trapping me will prevent the restoration of the Heavenly Dao?" The lotus seal between Yun Yao's brows suddenly erupted with a dazzling radiance, resonating intensely with the laws of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion. Instantly, the entire palace trembled violently, as if a giant beast had been awakened. Sand and rocks fell from the roof, and the ground heaved like a turbulent sea.

"A true Lotus Heart host is never a bound pawn." Yun Yao's voice, like a judgment that transcended time and space, echoed through the palace, jarring everyone's eardrums. Her gaze, resolute and like a burning star, stared directly at the Palace Master, the light in her eyes proclaiming her unyielding resolve.

The Palace Master's expression drastically changed, as if he had witnessed the most horrific sight in the world, his eyes filled with shock and terror. "So, back then, the Divine Court's Lord had already infused the Heavenly Dao consciousness into the Lotus Heart host! You are... the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao?" His voice was like broken wind, trembling and weak, filled with disbelief.

The System's voice echoed through Yun Yao's mind, like a whisper from ancient times: "Host, do you remember the novels you wrote in modern times? Those stories are actually projections of the laws of Heaven across different worlds. Now, what you need to do is awaken the 'Yun Yao' in all worlds and unite them into a complete Heavenly Consciousness."

Yun Yao's mind suddenly became clear, as if the fog had cleared and she saw the light of day. She looked at Chu Mochen, who was trapped in the elders' formation, with a gentle yet firm gaze, as if silently telling something.

Chu Mochen, seemingly on a telepathic note, seized the opportunity and unleashed a burst of all his strength, radiating like a blazing sun. The power of the Holy Son surged like a surging tide, breaking through the twelve elders' encirclement. His figure flashed, appearing beside Yun Yao as if teleporting, and grasped her hand as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.

"Whether you are the incarnation of heaven or my princess, I will always stand by you." Chu Mochen's voice was low and firm, like a vow made under heaven, traveling through time and space and striking Yun Yao's heart.

The two exchanged a smile that seemed to eclipse everything in the world. Amidst the shock, fear, and awe of the people in Yuxu Palace, they stepped onto the Wheel of Heaven hand in hand. Like a divine artifact awakened, the wheel shone brightly, carrying the two of them across the endless galaxy to the next world—the world that belonged to modern-day Su Yao.

At that moment, Yun Yao's heart felt like a flame burning, a mixture of anxiety about the unknown future and a determination to fight fate to the end. She knew that this journey to the immortal realm was just a small episode in a magnificent adventure, and that there would be more challenges and miracles waiting for them in the future. Chu Mochen held her hand tightly, as if the warmth of his palm could give her endless strength, making her believe that no matter how difficult the road ahead, they could overcome it together until they reached the other side of the final victory.

As the light from the Heavenly Dao Wheel gradually faded, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen felt as if they had stepped through a tunnel of time and space. The scene before them gradually became clearer: high-rise buildings lined up one after another, and the hustle and bustle of traffic seemed to play the symphony of a modern city. They stood in the middle of a busy street, and the pedestrians around them hurried by, seemingly ignoring the sudden appearance of the couple in ancient costumes, each immersed in their own pace of life.

Yun Yao looked around, a flicker of realization and nostalgia in her eyes. This was the modern world she once knew so well. Every street corner and every building seemed to carry memories of her past. But she knew that the current tranquility was only superficial. The remnant spirit of the Holy Maiden Youyue lurked like a venomous snake in the shadows, ready to leap out at any moment and deliver a fatal blow.

"We have to find Su Yao as soon as possible." Yun Yao turned to look at Chu Mochen with a firm look, like a general giving military orders.

Chu Mochen nodded slightly, his eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly, like a cheetah guarding its territory. "Don't worry, I'm here." His voice was low and powerful, as if to reassure Yun Yao.

The two of them hurried along the street, relying on Yun Yao's familiarity with this world, heading towards the place where she remembered Su Yao might appear. Along the way, Yun Yao's mind was a tangled mess, with all sorts of thoughts racing through her. She worried about Su Yao's safety, pondered how to collect the fragments of the "Law of Narrative" in this modern world, and even more vaguely worried about what would happen in the immortal realm.

Turning a corner, Yun Yao's footsteps suddenly stopped, as if she had been cast under a spell. Not far ahead, a thin, haggard woman was walking alone. Her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be cast in the same mold as Yun Yao's. It was Su Yao.

But at this moment, Su Yao seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze, and there was an air of despair all over her body. Her steps were weak, as if a gust of wind could blow her down, and her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if her soul had been taken away.

Yun Yao's heart tightened, as if being grabbed by an invisible hand, and she walked quickly towards Su Yao. "Su Yao!" She called softly, her voice seemed to have magic power that could penetrate all the haze.

Su Yao seemed to be awakened by the cry. She slowly raised her head and looked at Yun Yao with a confused look, as if she was looking at a stranger. "Who... are you?" Her voice was weak and hoarse, like an old bellows, full of endless fatigue.

Yun Yao's eyes turned red, as if filled with bitterness. She quickly stepped forward and held Su Yao's hand, as if to pass on her strength to her. "I am Yun Yao, and I am you. You are in danger now. Come with me."

Su Yao seemed to have not yet recovered from her confusion, and let Yun Yao pull her. Her eyes were like an out-of-focus camera, staying on Chu Mochen for a moment and then moving away.

At this moment, the air around them seemed to freeze in an instant, and a chilling chill seemed to surge from the Nine Netherworlds, spreading across the air. An illusory figure, seemingly condensing from the darkness, emerged. It was none other than the remnant spirit of Saint Youyue.

She was dressed in a blood-red robe, as if stained with blood, her skirt dancing like a vibrant flame. Her face was hideous, as if possessed by a demon, and her eyes, like pools of blood, radiated a bloodthirsty light.

"Want to save her? That's not that easy!" The remnant of the Holy Maiden Youyue let out a shrill laugh, like the cry of a night owl, terrifying everyone. She raised her hand and waved it, sending a blood-red light like lightning shooting towards Yun Yao and the others.

Chu Mochen reacted swiftly, like a battle-hardened warrior. He shielded Yun Yao and Su Yao behind him, and with a swipe of his sword, a golden sword energy rose from the ground like a Great Wall, colliding fiercely with the blood-red light. In an instant, light scatters like fireworks, and a deafening roar threatens to rupture eardrums.

Yun Yao took advantage of this moment to rapidly circulate her spiritual energy. Although most of it was sealed, a trace of it still flowed stubbornly. The lotus seal between her eyebrows flickered like a faint star, trying to sense the fragments of the "Law of Narrative" around her.

"There!" Yun Yao's eyes lit up, as if she had discovered a treasure. She pointed to an abandoned factory on the street, as if she had found the key to breaking the deadlock.

Chu Mochen understood, and in a flash, he rushed towards the factory with Yun Yao and Su Yao. The ghost of the Holy Maiden Youyue haunted them, chasing them relentlessly, and her attacks rained down like a torrential rain.

Rushing into the factory, Yun Yao immediately spotted a faintly glowing fragment, suspended like a lone star, on a dilapidated machine in the center. The fragment seemed alive, calling to Yun Yao, and the runes flowing across it seemed to tell an ancient story—it was the fragment of the "Law of Narrative."

Yun Yao rushed towards the fragments recklessly. Seeing this, the remaining soul of the Holy Maiden Youyue roared like an enraged beast and tried its best to stop her. However, under Chu Mochen's desperate resistance, Yun Yao finally touched the fragments.

Instantly, a surge of immense power surged into her body like a torrent. Yun Yao felt as if her mind were illuminated by a strong light, and countless stories and memories flooded back like a tide. She saw herself in different worlds: some were female generals galloping on the battlefield, clad in armor and awe-inspiring; some were doctors...