jdhmnovel Chapter 647 Extraterritorial Rift
Chapter 647 Extraterritorial Rift
In Yunhua Sect, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen sat opposite each other, discussing the future development of the Heart-Seeking Pavilion. These days, the Heart-Seeking Pavilion has become famous, attracting people with lofty ideals from all sides to join it, but at the same time, the pressure brought by the Dao-Suppressing Alliance is also like a shadow. The two knew that the road ahead was long and full of thorns, but there was no sign of retreat in their eyes.
At this moment, Ye Wuhen rushed in, holding a jade slip emitting a faint light in his hand, with a serious expression: "Pavilion Master, this is bad, I found this jade slip in the ancient books of Xingyun Pavilion, and the content recorded on it is of great importance." Yun Yao and Chu Mochen looked at each other, and an ominous premonition surged in their hearts, and they hurriedly took the jade slip to check.
On the jade slip, ancient runes flickered, and lines of text came into view: Outside the world of cultivation, there are countless planes, each with its own unique rules of heaven. And the first generation of twin Taoist companions, that pair of legendary figures, spent their entire lives exploring these unknown heavens, trying to find the "origin of the great way" that truly governs everything. At the end of the jade slip, a mysterious picture emerged, a bronze door looming, and the runes engraved on the door were exactly the same as what Yun Yao saw when she traveled through time. The scene behind the door was like a dream, and the high-rise buildings of the modern world showed a corner in the mist, as if calling them.
Yun Yao's fingertips gently touched the rune, and a familiar yet strange feeling surged into her heart. Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated: "Is this hinting to us that there is a wider world waiting for us to explore? But why did this clue only appear now..."
Chu Mochen's eyes were deep, and he held Yun Yao's hand tightly: "No matter what, this must be a difficult challenge, but as long as we join hands, what is there to fear?"
Before he finished speaking, suddenly, a strong spiritual power wave surged from the direction of Guixu, shaking the entire cultivation world. Yun Yao's face changed drastically. She could clearly feel that this wave contained an extremely evil and strange power, as if it was going to swallow up all the beauty in the world.
"Something happened in Guixu!" Yun Yao exclaimed, and she and Chu Mochen stood up without hesitation and flew towards Guixu at full speed. Along the way, they saw many low-level cultivators spitting blood due to the shock of this wave, and magic weapons flew everywhere, and the scene was in chaos.
When they arrived at the entrance of Guixu, the scene in front of them made everyone gasp. Above the originally quiet and mysterious Guixu, a huge space crack suddenly opened up, like the mouth of a giant beast that was ready to devour its prey. The demonic energy gushed out of it, surging like a black torrent. Wherever it passed, the space was corroded and made a "sizzling" sound. The air was filled with a pungent stench.
What was even more frightening was that once the escaping evil spirits came into contact with the true Dao rhyme of the cultivators, they would corrode them instantly like strong acid encountering metal. Many cultivators who came to check on the situation were entangled by the evil spirits just because they had a little bit of the true Dao rhyme on their bodies. They rolled on the ground and wailed in pain, and in a moment their spiritual power was exhausted and their vitality disappeared.
Yun Yao was extremely anxious. She tried to use her spiritual power to dispel the evil spirits, but as soon as she got close, she felt as if her spiritual power was stuck in a quagmire and was being quickly swallowed up. "How can this evil spirit be so overbearing!" She gritted her teeth, her forehead covered with sweat.
Seeing this, Chu Mochen hurriedly pulled Yun Yao back behind him, swung the Heart-Searching Sword in his hand, and a clear sword energy slashed out, temporarily forcing back the approaching evil spirit: "Don't be reckless, this evil spirit has an unknown origin, and it is obviously not something from our cultivation world."
Just when everyone was at a loss, miserable cries could be heard faintly from the cracks in space, the voices were filled with despair and pain: "Help... Someone come and save us..."
Yun Yao's heart tightened. Regardless of the danger, she approached the crack again and looked inside. She saw a dark and dark world on the other side of the crack. The sky was shrouded in thick haze, the ground was dry and cracked, and corpses were everywhere. Among the ruins, countless ragged creatures were running around, chased by black lightning. Every time a lightning struck, a creature would fall down with a scream and turn into ashes. Those who were lucky enough to escape the lightning suddenly had strange rune lights on their bodies, and then their eyes were empty, like zombies, mechanically walking in a certain direction.
"What on earth is this place?" Yun Yao's eyes were red and her heart was full of pity.
Chu Mochen also had a gloomy expression. He clenched his fists and said, "It seems that this is the extraterritorial world mentioned in the jade slip. It is ruled by the so-called extraterritorial heavenly law. These creatures have no freedom at all."
Yun Yao bit her lower lip and made up her mind: "We can't just watch them suffer. We must go in and take a look."
Chu Mochen nodded without any hesitation and said, "Okay, I'll accompany you."
The two of them were surrounded by spiritual energy, which turned into a protective light shield, and they stepped into the space crack carefully. As soon as they entered the outer world, an extremely oppressive breath came over them, as if a heavy burden of tens of millions of pounds was pressing on them, making it difficult to breathe. The space around them was distorted and disordered, and the flow of time was extremely unstable, sometimes as fast as lightning, and sometimes as slow as a snail.
They moved forward with difficulty. The ground beneath their feet was soft and weak, like a swamp. Every step consumed a huge amount of spiritual energy. Suddenly, a dry hand stretched out from the ruins next to them and grabbed the corner of Yun Yao's clothes. Yun Yao looked down and saw an old man who was dying. He was hunched over, his face was full of wrinkles, but there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"Legend has it that there is a pair of Taoist twins who can bring hope... Turns out, it's you." The old man spoke weakly as the jade pendant in his hand slowly shattered, revealing a Taoist pattern that was exactly the same as the one in the Wenxin Pavilion.
Yun Yao quickly squatted down, held the old man's hand, and sent a gentle spiritual power to him: "Old man, please stop talking and take a rest. What is going on? Why are you suffering so much?"
The old man shook his head weakly, his eyes full of sorrow: "We have been bound by the way of heaven since we were born, and we have no right to choose. The level of our spiritual roots has been determined when we were born. Our lifelong cultivation path, occupation, and even the time of our death are all written into the so-called 'script of fate'. If we resist a little, our memories will be wiped out and we will become puppets of heaven..."
As he spoke, the old man pointed to a group of children not far away. They were being driven by a group of people in black robes towards a gloomy tower. The children's eyes were full of fear, but they dared not make a sound.
“Did you see those children? They are about to undergo the ‘baptism of fate’. Once completed, they will completely lose themselves and become puppets controlled by the Heaven, collecting energy for it, with no hope of escape.” The old man’s voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he slowly closed his eyes, and his life ended.
Yun Yao burst into tears. She gently put the old man down and stood up, her eyes full of anger: "This outer world is too cruel. How can they trample on life like this!"
Chu Mochen's face was also filled with indignation. He held Yun Yao's hand and gave her strength: "We must change all this and let the creatures here regain their freedom."
The two continued to move forward, and along the way, they saw and heard all kinds of heart-wrenching scenes. On the street, a woman cried loudly while holding the body of her child, but the passers-by around her turned a blind eye, because they knew that no one dared to empathize with the sadness of resisting fate, otherwise they would be the next to suffer; in the square, a group of young people were forcibly escorted and branded with runes. The runes flashed with a faint light, like shackles that locked the soul. Their screams resounded through the sky, but no one responded.
In a corner, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen found a young girl, who was huddled in the corner, shivering. On the girl's forehead, a striking mark of fate flashed red, and her eyes were full of despair.
Yun Yao walked forward and asked softly, "Don't be afraid, girl. We are here to help you."
The girl raised her head in horror, looking at Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, her eyes full of suspicion: "You? Impossible, the rebels will have their memories wiped and become puppets of the Heavenly Dao, you can't win..."
Yun Yao looked at the mark of fate on the girl's forehead and suddenly remembered her situation in the palace. Didn't she also think that she couldn't break free from the shackles of fate at that time? But now, she stood here to break these shackles.
"Back then I also thought I couldn't resist, but look, I'm standing here now." Yun Yao looked at the girl firmly, "As long as you have hope, there is always a possibility of change."
There was a hint of hesitation in the girl's eyes. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly nodded.
Yun Yao and Chu Mochen took the girl and traveled through the streets of the outer world. They rescued those creatures who were about to be swallowed by fate, carefully injected the true Dao rhyme into their bodies, and awakened their dusty autonomous consciousness. As more and more people were rescued, the true Dao rhyme gradually gathered in this dark world, like sparks, and began to dispel some of the haze.
However, their actions eventually alarmed the Outer Heavenly Dao. Suddenly, the sky changed color, and a giant face composed of countless chains slowly emerged. It was the incarnation of the Outer Heavenly Dao. Each of its chains flashed with cold light, as if it could cut off all hope in the world.
"How dare you, a tiny ant, spread chaos in my domain?" The voice of the outer heaven sounded like thunder, making everyone's eardrums hurt. It waved its chain, and suddenly, a strong wind blew between heaven and earth, sand and rocks flew, and a terrifying "Storm of Fate" roared in, engulfing Yun Yao, Chu Mochen, and the rescued creatures.
In the storm, time and space were completely messed up. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen held each other's hands tightly, letting the storm tear them apart. Before their eyes, a series of illusory worlds flashed by, which were countless "ifs" - if they had never met, if Yun Yao stayed in the modern world, if Chu Mochen became a tyrant... But no matter how the world changes, they only have each other in their eyes, and their hearts that defy the laws of nature become more and more determined.
"Chu Mochen, do you know?" Yun Yao chuckled in the turbulence of time and space. Although her hair was messy and her face was pale, she was breathtakingly beautiful. "From the first time you blocked Liu Yan'er's plot for me outside the palace, I knew that this man was worthy of my trust for the rest of my life."
Chu Mochen's eyes flashed with countless selves in the world, each of them looking for Yun Yao's figure in the vast crowd. In the end, those phantoms converged into the firmness in front of him: "Yun Yao, my way is to protect you against the way of heaven and accompany you to see all possible scenery."
The twin Dao Hearts exploded at this moment, and brilliant light poured out from their bodies, actually tearing a gap in the seemingly unstoppable storm of fate. Under the illumination of the light, the chains of the outer heavenly Dao made a "crackling" sound and began to break inch by inch.
Behind them, the true Dao rhymes of the awakened free spirits also shone together, turning into golden beams that shot straight into the sky. That was the first spark of resistance ignited in the outer world. Although weak, it was tenacious, indicating that a thrilling transformation was about to begin...