bestfiction Chapter 624 Memory Recall
Chapter 624 Memory Recall
In that chaotic space that seemed to have existed since time immemorial, Yun Yao felt an overwhelming force wrapping around her. In an instant, her consciousness seemed to be torn away from her body by a pair of invisible giant hands, and she suddenly fell into a torrent of memories. The past scenes flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern. Those fragments that she thought had been forgotten for a long time were now extremely clear and vivid.
The first thing that caught her eyes was her embarrassment and helplessness when she first arrived at the palace. The palace was decorated with carved beams and painted buildings, and the vermilion gate exuded majesty, but the hearts of people inside the gate were like the unfathomable cold pond. Liu Yan'er relied on her family background and favor to make trouble again and again. The maid Xiao Cui was bullied and huddled in the corner, her eyes full of fear and despair. At that time, Yun Yao was full of resentment, but she was alone and weak. She could only bite her teeth and swallow the humiliation, secretly vowing to change this situation. At this time, the system issued a task: "Resolve Xiao Cui's crisis, accumulate good karma, and obtain ten merit points." She was ignorant and did not think much about the deep meaning behind this task. She just stood up with the kindness in her heart.
The screen suddenly switched, and the scene of the sect election suddenly appeared. The towering mountain gate stood in the clouds, and the elites of various sects gathered, their eyes full of arrogance or covetousness. Yun Yao was framed by jealousy because of her outstanding qualifications, and was accused of the unfounded crime of "stealing skills". She was isolated and helpless under the criticism of thousands of people. She looked at the indifferent and suspicious faces, full of sadness. The system spoke at the right time: "Wash away the grievances, prove yourself, and you can get 50 points of reputation and unlock new skills." In a panic, she searched the crowd until she met Chu Mochen's firm and trusting eyes. At that moment, it was like holding a life-saving straw in the dark. With Chu Mochen's support, she unraveled the truth and cleared her name.
As her memories flowed, more scenes came one after another. During her training in a dangerous secret realm, the system instructed her to seize rare spiritual plants, saying that they were the key to improving her strength; in the melee of sectarian disputes, the system guided her to assist a faction and promised her rich resources in return... Every mission was like an invisible rope, pulling her forward.
But in this retrospect, Yun Yao keenly sensed something strange. Those choices made by one's own will are like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with a different light. In the palace, when everyone was watching Xiao Cui's miserable condition with cold eyes, she was not rewarded for the task, but was truly distressed by this weak maid, and resolutely protected her in front of her; when the sect was wronged, even if the system gave a seemingly tempting option of "compromise in exchange for safety", she still stuck to her heart, trusted Chu Mochen, and fought against injustice side by side with him. At these moments, golden spots of light quietly gathered in the depths of her sea of consciousness, at first like tiny fireflies, gradually gathering, and now shining brightly in this retrospect.
"This is... the rhyme of the Tao from the heart!" Yun Yao suddenly realized that these rhymes of the Tao born from sincere choices were the light of hope for her to break free from the shackles.
At this time, the origin space was shaking continuously, and the wild laughter of the Forefather of Burning Heaven, which seemed to come from the Netherworld, echoed loudly: "Little girl, do you think that traveling through time is accidental? This is just a trap I set up to collect the 'Red Dust Tribulation Power'! All the people you saved, their gratitude and faith, are the nourishment for my resurrection!" Yun Yao looked around, and saw that the light cocoons that symbolized the trajectories of different worlds were covered with cracks like hideous spider webs, which were all the trajectories of the way of heaven that had been tampered with by the Burning Heaven Palace.
Behind every crack is a distorted life and destiny. In some light cocoons, the originally kind and simple monks, under the influence of the "robbery force", became minions of the devil, their hands were stained with blood, their consciences were blinded, their relatives and friends turned against each other, and they sank in pain and sin; in some worlds, prosperous sects fell apart due to inexplicable disasters, disciples were displaced, inheritance was cut off, and hundreds of years of foundations were destroyed; and in the mortal world, which should have been peaceful and prosperous, but was ravaged by war, people were suffering, people were struggling in hunger, epidemics and wars, and there was widespread grief.
Yun Yao's eyes were red with anger, and her heart was filled with hatred: "Ancestor Fentian, you have committed such a sin, today is the day you die!"
At this moment, Chu Mochen saw the opportunity when the ancestor was distracted, and the light of the sword in his hand suddenly increased, as if piercing through the void, and slashed at the shadow of the ancestor with an unstoppable momentum. The sword whistled, like a dragon's roar, shaking the space: "Do you think you can be invincible by controlling your fate? But you will never understand that the choice of people's hearts is the most uncontrollable variable."
The shadow of the old ancestor snorted coldly, raised his hand and waved it, and a black magic barrier surged out like a raging sea wave, colliding with the sword of the heart. In an instant, light burst out, as if a star exploded, and the impact ripples spread everywhere, shaking the surrounding light cocoons to the point of collapse.
Yun Yao took advantage of the situation and took a deep breath, concentrating all her mind and guiding the true Dao rhythm in her body. The golden dots of light danced on her fingertips like spirits, and then gathered into a dazzling and tangible stream of light. She waved her jade hand, and the light stream meandered like a spirit snake, accurately shooting at the cracks in the light cocoon that were most damaged.
Each crack heals slowly under the nourishment of the Dao, just like spring returning to the earth and thawing glaciers. The twisted world in the light cocoon begins to regain vitality. The madness and bloodthirstiness in the eyes of the monk who has fallen into the devil's way gradually fade away, and he regains clarity, recalls his past kindness, kneels on the ground and cries, and confesses his sins; above the ruins of the dilapidated sect, light shines, the palace is reborn, and the lost disciples seem to have telepathy, returning one after another, regaining their inheritance, and regaining their prestige; in the war-torn mortal world, the dark clouds dissipate, the warm sun hangs high, and the rain falls everywhere. The people cheer and rebuild their homes, and laughter resounds in the fields again.
But how could the Fentian Patriarch just sit there and watch? His eyes widened with anger, and the demonic energy around him was rolling and surging, like a demonic cloud at the end of the world, covering the sky and the sun. His figure flashed, and he instantly moved in front of Yun Yao. His palms were wrapped with endless magic power, and he slapped down like a mountain, roaring: "Little girl, dare to ruin my good deeds, take your life!"
Yun Yao was not afraid. She and Chu Mochen were in tune with each other. When their eyes met, they understood each other's tactics. She tapped her lotus feet lightly, dodged the fierce attack, and turned her palm to blast the remaining Dao rhyme at the flaw behind the ancestor. Chu Mochen attacked from the other side, dancing the sword of the heart tightly, and the sword flowers bloomed like twinkling stars, disturbing the ancestor.
With the tacit cooperation of the two, the old ancestor gradually showed signs of decline. His shadow became more and more illusory, and his magic skills were no longer smooth. The magic cloud covering the sky was torn into pieces, and light shone through.
But how could this ancient demon give up so easily? He raised his head suddenly and let out a scream that seemed to tear the soul apart. The magic power around him surged wildly, turning into black demon shadows, pouncing at Yun Yao and Chu Mochen with bared fangs and claws. These demon shadows were like ghosts, and their speed was extremely fast. Wherever they passed, the space was corroded and black smoke was emitted.
Yun Yao raised her eyebrows, formed seals with her hands, and a blazing fire ignited all over her body, like a god of war bathed in fire. Each ray of fire was like a long whip, whipping the demon shadow and turning it into ashes. Chu Mochen also frowned, injected the mysterious ice spirit power into the sword body, and the sword of the heart was filled with cold light. With one swing of the sword, a thousand miles of ice were frozen, and the demon shadow was frozen into an ice sculpture, and then shattered.
As the battle was in full swing, the origin space suddenly shook violently, as if it was about to collapse. Turbulent flows of time and space were like roaring dragons, raging and shuttling through. Wherever they passed, the light cocoons were shattered and the fragments turned into powder.
“Oh no! This is the dying struggle of Patriarch Fentian. He is trying to drag the entire Origin Space with him to be buried with him!” Yun Yao exclaimed.
Chu Mochen's eyes were determined, and he flew to Yun Yao's side and grabbed her hand: "Yao'er, don't be afraid, we are together." After that, the two stood side by side, exerting their spiritual power to the extreme, and propped up a protective light curtain around them. Within the light curtain, the true Dao rhyme flowed endlessly, strengthening this fragile defense line.
Facing a desperate situation, Yun Yao's heart became clearer. She looked back on her past, from the accidental travel of an ordinary woman in modern times to the ups and downs of this world of cultivation. Although she had gone through hardships, she gained true love, growth, and the power to protect everyone. At this moment, she knew that she was carrying not only personal grievances, but also the hopes of thousands of lives.
"Ancestor Fentian, today is the day of your destruction!" Yun Yao shouted, and joined hands with Chu Mochen to launch a final charge towards the crazy ancestor. Their figures shuttled through the light and chaos, like heroes of the end of the world, casting the most fatal blow towards the core of darkness...