GBP Chapter 645: Heart Lamp Always Bright
Chapter 645: Heart Lamp Always Bright
Outside the Heart-Searching Pavilion, the night was as dark as ink, too thick to dissolve. Demonic shadows loomed, and the sudden attack of the Dao-Defending Alliance was like an overwhelming black storm, instantly dragging this peaceful land into chaos. The leader was the deputy hall master who had escaped from the main hall of the Burning Heaven Hall. At this moment, the demonic energy around him was surging, like an evil ghost who had escaped from the Nine Nether Hell. There was a strange light flashing in his eyes, revealing endless murderous intent.
His figure was looming in the air, and every time he moved, there was a creepy whistling sound, like the howling of ghosts and wolves from the underworld. The demon waved his hands, and black rays of light snaked out like a python, rushing towards the direction of the Heart-Searching Pavilion. These rays of light were not ordinary spiritual attacks, but were mixed with the power of distorted time and space. Wherever they passed, the space seemed to be torn silk, with layers of strange ripples, as if they were going to swallow up everything in the world in the next moment.
In the pavilion, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen stood side by side. Their figures seemed so small under the shroud of the demonic shadow, yet so resolute. Yun Yao was dressed in a white dress that was whiter than snow, now stained with blood. Her hair was scattered on her shoulders in a mess, but it did not diminish the burning fighting spirit in her eyes. She clenched her hands, and the spiritual pressure in her palms was faintly fluctuating, which was the prelude to her upcoming burst of power. Chu Mochen stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his black robe rustled, and the sword of inquiry in his hand hummed and vibrated, as if responding to the master's fighting spirit. The Dao pattern on the sword was shining, but under the powerful pressure of the demonic shadow, cracks gradually appeared, as if it could not bear the weight.
The battle had already entered a fierce stage. Yun Yao shouted delicately, and her figure flew out like a ghost. The spiritual power in her hand gathered and turned into a ball of blazing fire, which she threw fiercely at the demon shadow. The fire roared and expanded in the air, and instantly turned into a burning beast, pouncing on the enemy with its fangs and claws bared. However, the demon shadow just smiled coldly, raised his hand and waved it, and a black vortex appeared out of thin air, like a gluttonous mouth, and swallowed the fire beast instantly, leaving not even a trace of ash.
At the same time, Chu Mochen also moved. He tapped the ground with his toes, and shot out like an arrow. The Heart-Searching Sword flashed a cold light in the air, and stabbed at the demon shadow with an unstoppable momentum. The sword came out like a dragon, and the sharp sword energy seemed to be able to split the sky. Wherever it passed, transparent cracks were cut in the air. But the demon shadow flashed and easily avoided the fierce attack. Then he slapped his palm with his backhand, and the black demonic energy in his palm surged out, smashing towards Chu Mochen like a mountain pressing down on his head.
Chu Mochen was unable to dodge and was hit in the chest by the evil spirit. He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and hit the stone pillar of the Heart-Searching Pavilion heavily. The stone pillar instantly collapsed, and the broken stones flew everywhere. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his originally bright eyes dimmed a little. The Heart-Searching Sword fell to the ground with a clang, and the cracks on the Dao pattern on the sword became more and more obvious, as if groaning in pain.
Seeing this, Yun Yao's eyes widened and she cried out in surprise: "Chen!" She was anxious and ran towards Chu Mochen regardless of everything. However, how could Mo Ying miss this great opportunity? A ferocious look flashed in his eyes, and his figure flashed rapidly. He instantly appeared behind Yun Yao, raised his hand and slashed down with a black light blade. The power of time and space on the light blade whistled, as if to cut off Yun Yao's waist.
At this critical moment, faint lights suddenly lit up in the Heart-Searching Pavilion. At first, they were just a few dots, like fireflies flickering in the night sky. But in the blink of an eye, these lights spread rapidly like a prairie fire, gathering into a dazzling sea of light. Those were the heart lamps that the disciples of the Heart-Searching Pavilion lit spontaneously. Each lamp carried their true Dao rhyme. At this moment, these Dao rhymes seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and quickly gathered together, turning into a crystal clear light shield, stretching between Yun Yao and the demon shadow.
On the light shield, runes flickered, as if containing the purest power in the world, easily blocking the black light blade of the demon shadow. The light blade hit the light shield, splashing layers of brilliant light, like fireworks blooming, but it could not penetrate the defense line formed by the will of all living beings.
Yun Yao looked at the young and determined faces behind her, and her eyes were moistened instantly. Some of these disciples were just children who had just started to cultivate, and some were prodigals who had found their home after wandering around the world. At this moment, they were all willing to use all their strength to protect the Heart-Searching Pavilion. There was no fear in those bright eyes, only perseverance and persistence in their homeland and faith.
"Master, we are with you!"
"Pavilion Master, the Wenxin Pavilion cannot fall!"
The shouts of the disciples rose and fell, like surging waves, echoing endlessly in the night. Yun Yao's heart surged with warmth, the feeling of being trusted and protected. She knew very well that what they were protecting at this moment was no longer a simple sect or some established rules, but the right of every life to pursue freedom, the light of hope that shone brightly in the darkness.
Supported by this warm power, Yun Yao slowly stood up. Her figure looked so tall and holy under the light shield. She took a deep breath to calm the chaotic spiritual power in her body, then slowly raised her hands, palms facing each other, and began to gather strength. Golden rays of light flowed out from her palms, like lively silk threads, intertwining in the air, gradually forming a mysterious and complex rune - the Heart Seal.
This Heart Seal contained Yun Yao's understanding of the Way of Heaven, her compassion for all living beings, and the countless true Dao rhymes she had accumulated along the way. Each ray of light seemed to carry a story, a cry of the soul. At this moment, under Yun Yao's control, it slowly floated towards the demon shadow. Wherever it passed, the space was shaken, as if making way for this powerful force.
Seeing this, Mo Ying showed a trace of panic on his face for the first time. He tried to retreat to avoid it, but found that his body seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force and could not move. "How dare you use the will of all living beings to fight against the outer heaven? Sooner or later, they will become your weakness!" Mo Ying roared, his voice full of unwillingness and fear.
Yun Yao just smiled gently, and that smile was like the warm spring sun, dispelling some of the darkness. "You are wrong," she said softly, but her voice was as firm as a rock, "This has never been a weakness, but my most powerful source of strength." After that, the Heart Seal floated in front of the demon shadow, and in his horrified eyes, it slowly imprinted on his chest.
Instantly, the demonic shadow let out a shrill scream, and his body trembled violently as if it were pierced by thousands of steel needles at the same time. The originally surging demonic energy now seemed to be like a pool of water that had been drained, quickly dissipating, and his figure began to become illusory, as if it would be reduced to ashes in the next moment.
The light on the Heart Seal became more and more dazzling, as if it was purifying all the evil in the world. It not only corroded the body of Demon Shadow, but also impacted the power of the Outer Heavenly Dao hidden behind him. Under the illumination of this light, the connection between Demon Shadow and the Outer Heavenly Dao was like a thread that was cut one by one, gradually loosening.
However, how could the Outer Heavenly Dao give up so easily? Just when the demon shadow was about to be completely destroyed, a thick black chain suddenly stretched out from the void, like a tentacle from hell, and rolled up the demon shadow and dragged it into the depths of darkness. On the chain, runes flickered, emitting a suffocating pressure, as if warning Yun Yao and others not to challenge the authority of the Heavenly Dao.
Yun Yao looked at the demonic shadow going away and did not chase after it. She knew that today's battle was just the beginning. The threat from the outer world was like a heavy mountain, weighing on everyone's heart. But she believed that as long as the heart lamp in everyone's heart was not extinguished, as long as the true Dao rhyme still flowed in the world, they would have the power to overcome everything.
When the demonic shadow completely disappeared, Yun Yao quickly walked to Chu Mochen, squatted down, and carefully helped him up. "Chen, how are you?" She asked anxiously, her eyes full of concern.
Chu Mochen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and forced a smile: "I'm fine, don't worry." Although his voice was weak, it revealed a reassuring power.
Yun Yao shook her head gently, her eyes full of heartache: "You said you were fine, but you're injured like this." She gently stroked the wound on Chu Mochen's chest with her bare hand, and a soft light appeared in her palm, healing him.
Under the nourishment of Yun Yao's spiritual power, Chu Mochen's face gradually regained some color. He looked at Yun Yao and said softly: "Today, it is all thanks to the disciples."
Yun Yao nodded slightly and looked at the disciples who were still guarding the light shield, her eyes full of gratitude: "Yes, they are the pride of the Heart-Searching Pavilion, and they are also the hope we are guarding."
When the disciples saw that the Pavilion Master and the Master were safe and sound, they gathered around them, their faces filled with joy at having survived a disaster.
"Master, I'm so glad you're okay!"
"Master, we have successfully repelled the enemy!"
Yun Yao stood up and looked at these lovely disciples, feeling relieved: "Everyone has worked hard today. This battle has taught us that as long as we work together and our true Dao rhyme is not extinguished, nothing can defeat us. The Heart-Searching Pavilion will always be our home and a beacon of freedom."
"Yes, Pavilion Master!" The disciples shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the night sky, as if declaring their determination to the entire cultivation world.
Amid the cheers, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen smiled at each other. They knew that the road ahead was still long and the shadow of the outer world was still looming. But as long as they walked hand in hand and as long as the lamp in their hearts remained lit, they would be able to carve out a bright path of their own in this journey against the will of heaven.
The night gradually returned to calm, and the lights in the Heart-Searching Pavilion were still bright, as if guiding the direction in the darkness. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen led their disciples to clean up the ruins after the war. Every brick and stone, every broken tile, carried their memories and perseverance. They believed that when the sun rose tomorrow, the Heart-Searching Pavilion would be reborn from the ashes and meet future challenges with a more determined attitude.