jdhmnovel Chapter 724 Fusion Array
Chapter 724 Fusion Array
The gloomy underground chamber seemed a desolate place forgotten by time. The walls shone with a chill, etched with the intertwined patterns of time and demonic influence. Like a demon in the dark night, the Holy Maiden of the Phantom Moon sat atop a formation meticulously constructed from the bones of semi-immortals. Her form emanated a cold light, and in her translucent state, she seemed to blend into the eerie darkness. Behind her, twelve semi-immortal phantoms emerged like nightmares, threatening with fangs and claws. Each one exuded a once-dominant aura of dominance, now tainted beyond recognition by the dark light of demonic influence.
The moment Yun Yao and Chu Mochen entered the secret chamber, a thick stench of decay and evil overwhelmed them, nearly choking them. Yun Yao's sharp eyes saw through the shadowy figures, and a wave of shock surged within her. These were clearly the twelve elders of the Divine Court! In the past, they had protected the Divine Court and blessed the people, so majestic and righteous. But now, they had become puppets of the Holy Maiden Youyue, trapped in endless pain and sin, their souls unable to escape.
"Chu Mochen, look at these elders! They loved you the most back then." Saint Youyue's voice seemed to emanate from the Netherworld, icy and bone-chilling, yet tinged with a twisted sense of pleasure, echoing in the confined space. "Now, their souls are in my hands—" With that, her bony hand suddenly lifted, her long nails gleaming with cold light as she fiercely grasped the neck of an elder's phantom. The elder's phantom twisted in agony, uttering a silent roar. Tears flickered in its hollow eyes, as if pleading for something. "Say, should we save them, or your little lover?" Saint Youyue grinned, revealing her stern white teeth. Her gaze flickered between Chu Mochen and Yun Yao, as if she were enjoying a truly spectacular performance.
Chu Mochen felt a surge of blood rushing to his head, his eyes instantly bloodshot, his fists clenched, his muscles tensed like bowstrings, his bones crackling. Each elder had been like a teacher and a father to him, offering countless guidance, care, and protection during his formative years. Warm memories of the past flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, yet now, they were trapped in such a desperate situation. How could this not fill him with heartache and indignation? He wished he could rush forward and tear the Youyue Saint into pieces to save these suffering elders.
However, just as he was about to move, Yun Yao keenly sensed something unusual. She peered closely and discovered that between the brows of these phantoms, faint traces of the Lotus Seal appeared. It was an extremely subtle yet familiar restraining force. Yun Yao's mind flickered, and she instantly understood: these elders had clearly been cast under the Imperius Curse. This curse was insidious and venomous. Once unleashed, it could not only instantly devour a person's mind but also completely twist their soul, turning them into a puppet of the caster.
Yun Yao's mind raced. She quietly reached into her storage bag, her fingertips touching the fragment of the "Mirror Flower, Water Moon Lamp." This fragment had been accidentally acquired during her previous encounter with the Holy Maiden of Youyue. Though seemingly shattered, it held a wondrous power of illusion. She silently channeled her spiritual energy, slowly channeling the fragment's power and integrating it into the Law Domain surrounding her. In an instant, the Law Domain shone brightly, a shimmering intertwining of silver lotus light and golden divine power, creating a dreamlike illusion. Under this radiance, twelve false divine souls slowly took shape, becoming indistinguishable from the phantoms of the elders, tainted by the demonic evil.
"Hmph, you want to save them? Then use your life in exchange!" Seeing Chu Mochen's face filled with grief and indignation, Saint Youyue was overjoyed, believing her plan had succeeded. With a sudden flick of her hand, she fiercely flung the Elder's phantom towards Chu Mochen, muttering something as her hands rapidly formed seals. Black runes emanated from her fingertips like venomous snakes, intertwining and converging in the air, forming a surging torrent of demonic evil that swept towards Chu Mochen. Within that demonic evil, the grim faces of countless wronged souls could be vaguely seen, howling and struggling, as if determined to devour all life in the world.
Seeing this, Chu Mochen dared not hesitate, and quickly swung his sword. The divine power of the original court gushed out from the sword, transforming into a golden light curtain that enveloped him and the flying elder's shadow. With a loud "ding-dong-dong" sound, the demonic runes collided with the light curtain, sending up a shower of sparks, as dazzling as fireworks, yet extremely dangerous. Each collision left Chu Mochen's palms numb and his arms aching, but he gritted his teeth, relying on his tenacious will and profound cultivation to firmly hold the line.
At the same time, Yun Yao, seizing the perfect moment, cried out, "Now!" Her hands swiftly transformed into magical spells, and the blood-red lotus petals shone brightly, transforming into a dazzling rainbow that shot straight towards Youyue Saint. Youyue Saint, sensing the impending danger, her expression suddenly changed. She tried to withdraw, but it was too late. The blood-red lotus petals, imbued with Yun Yao's resolve and fury, pierced her chest, instantly swaying the demonic energy within her body into chaos.
"Ah—" Saint Youyue let out a shrill scream, her body flying backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily into the chamber's wall. The wall crumbled with a bang, sending rubble flying and a cloud of dust rising. The half-immortal figures, bewitched by the false spirits and buffeted by the blood-red lotus petals, broke free from Saint Youyue's control and, like lost lambs, slowly knelt before Chu Mochen.
"Your Highness, please save us!" Their voices were weak but full of pleading, sounding particularly desolate in this chaotic secret room.
"Yao'er, use the Lotus Heart Lock to purify the curse!" Chu Mochen saw the opportunity and shouted loudly. In a flash, he was beside Yun Yao in an instant. He grabbed Yun Yao's hand and injected the powerful divine origin in his body into her without reservation. Yun Yao felt a surge of power like a surging tide, and her whole body was instantly filled with strength. She took a deep breath, suppressing the fatigue and pain of her soul, raised her hand, and lightly tapped her fingertips. Golden lotus petals slowly bloomed from her fingertips, emitting a soft and sacred light. Wherever the light reached, the evil spirit melted quickly like ice and snow meeting the warm sun, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating in the air.
With the gentle caress of the lotus petals, the elders' spirits gradually regained clarity. The confusion and pain in their eyes faded, replaced by endless gratitude and relief. "Thank you, Your Highness, and thank you, young lady!" they said in unison, their voices filled with the joy of surviving a catastrophe.
However, just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Saint Youyue took advantage of the brief moment of confusion, forcing herself to endure the excruciating pain and quietly detonating the center of the formation. Instantly, the entire chamber shook, as if doomsday had arrived. Huge rocks overhead fell, the ground cracked open in hideous fissures, and magma gushed out like a river, instantly filling the entire space with a scorching aura.
"Not good, hurry up!" Chu Mochen's face changed drastically. He picked up the weak Yun Yao and transformed into a stream of light, teleporting towards the exit. At the critical moment, they finally escaped the secret room and returned to the ground.
As soon as she landed, Yun Yao spat out a mouthful of blood. Her face was as pale as paper, and her breath was as weak as a candle in the wind. The fierce battle in the secret room, especially the final recoil, had severely damaged her soul. Deep within her soul, it felt as if thousands of steel needles were constantly piercing it, the pain was unbearable, and the world before her became blurry.
"Yao'er, how are you?" Chu Mochen was anxious. He hugged Yun Yao tightly and asked in a trembling voice.
"I... I'm fine..." Yun Yao forced a smile, wanting to comfort Chu Mochen, but before she could finish her words, her eyes went dark and she passed out.
Chu Mochen was heartbroken upon seeing this. He carefully carried Yun Yao on his back, a look of determination in his eyes. "Yao'er, don't worry. I will never let anything happen to you." With that, he unleashed the secret technique of the Divine Court, transformed into a streak of light, and sped off towards his temporary base. Behind him, the wasteland, shrouded in blood mist, still exuded an eerie aura, as if telling of this thrilling battle. The road ahead was still filled with unknowns and dangers...