nashuaworldcup Chapter 617: Burning Heaven Altar
Chapter 617: Burning Heaven Altar
In the far west, waves of fire surged, as if it were the end of the world. The legendary "Burning Heart Volcano" was like a dormant prehistoric beast, spewing endless magma and flames, dyeing the sky a dazzling orange-red. Thick smoke billowed up like black clouds, rushing straight into the sky, as if to poke a hole in the sky, and every ash was wrapped in a terrifying hot breath, as if to burn everything in the world to ashes.
At the foot of the mountain, people were crowded and noisy. Hundreds of sects gathered here, and the monks of all kinds were dressed in different costumes, colorful but a bit absurd in this doomsday-like background. Some of them had fanatical eyes, while others looked hesitant, but without exception, they were all bewitched by the "sharing the origin of the heavenly way" thrown by the Burning Heaven Palace. With a greedy desire for supreme power, they rushed towards the volcano like moths to a flame.
Yun Yao, Chu Mochen and Ye Wuhen hid at the edge of the crowd, staring solemnly at the volcano that seemed like the gate to hell. Yun Yao raised her hand and gently touched her chest, where her heart was beating like thunder, as if she had a premonition of the storm that was about to come. Her eyes penetrated the layers of heat waves and looked into the depths of the volcano, thinking to herself: "Mother, I'm here, this time, I must rescue you and put an end to all these grievances and hatreds."
Chu Mochen leaned closer, and his warm breath brushed Yun Yao's ears: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." These few simple words seemed to have a great force, which instantly calmed Yun Yao's panicked heart. She nodded slightly, turned to look at Ye Wuhen, and whispered: "Master Ye, this time we are going deep into the tiger's den, be careful." Ye Wuhen looked stern, nodded slightly, and held the secret treasure of Xingyun Pavilion tightly in his hand, which was their last resort on this trip.
The three of them straightened themselves up and put on the "hidden mask" given by the Starfall Pavilion Master. The moment the mask fitted their skin, a cool feeling spread, perfectly hiding their breath. Mixed in the crowd, Yun Yao tried her best to restrain her mind, imitating the enthusiasm in the eyes of others, and followed the flow of people step by step into the volcano.
As soon as they stepped in, the scorching heat wave rushed over like a surging tide, instantly enveloping them. Yun Yao felt her breathing stagnate, and every breath of air she inhaled seemed to carry flames, burning her lungs. The rocks under her feet were scorching hot, and she could feel the high temperature that was enough to melt a person through the soles of her shoes. Every step she took was like stepping on the tip of a knife, and the pain was unbearable.
At this moment, from the magma, a faint call came like a breeze, passing through layers of heat waves and going straight into Yun Yao's ears: "Yao'er, take Chu Mochen to the 'Hall of Questioning the Heart', where the last inheritance of the Yunhua Sect is..." Yun Yao's delicate body trembled, and her eyes were instantly moist. She would never mishear that familiar voice even after endless years. It was her mother!
She was extremely anxious and wanted to follow the sound immediately, but she still had her mind, knowing that she was in a dangerous place and would be exposed if she was not careful. Resisting her inner excitement, Yun Yao calmly signaled to Chu Mochen and Ye Wuhen with her eyes, and the three of them pretended nothing had happened and continued to move forward with the crowd.
Along the way, Yun Yao quietly looked at the people around her. There was a middle-aged monk in a black robe, his eyes flickering, whispering with the people around him from time to time, holding a sharp blade emitting cold light in his hand, with runes appearing on the blade, obviously a good magic weapon, I think he was ready to seize the initiative at the critical moment; there was also a young female cultivator, with a pretty face but a bit of ruthlessness, her fingertips were wrapped with a faint light, it seemed that she had practiced some strange skills, her footsteps were light but with a bit of urgency, I am afraid she was determined to get the origin of the heaven.
The deeper you go into the volcano, the higher the temperature becomes. The air is filled with a pungent smell of sulfur, which makes you dizzy. The surrounding rock walls are washed smooth like mirrors by the magma. Occasionally, a few drops of magma splash down and create small pits on the ground that emit green smoke.
When they reached a narrow passage, the crowd in front of them suddenly became crowded. Yun Yao looked up and saw that the rock wall above the passage was crumbling, and rocks were falling from time to time. The magma below seemed to be boiling more violently, bubbling continuously and making a terrifying "gurgling" sound. The crowd suddenly panicked, some people screamed, some pushed, and the scene was in chaos.
Yun Yao and the other two were squeezed in the crowd, unable to move. Suddenly, a strong force came from behind, Yun Yao staggered, and almost fell into the magma. Chu Mochen was quick-witted and grabbed her waist, holding her tightly in his arms. Ye Wuhen turned around quickly, waved the folding fan in his hand, and a strong wind whistled out, shaking away the reckless people behind him, and said coldly: "Hold steady, don't panic!"
After finally stabilizing her body, Yun Yao secretly exclaimed, "That was a close call." Taking advantage of the brief pause in the crowd, the three of them used their bodies to pass through the gaps in the crowd and quickly left this dangerous place.
As they continued walking, the view suddenly opened up, and a magnificent yet eerie palace appeared before their eyes - the Hall of Questioning the Heart. The door of the palace was towering, several dozen feet high, and was engraved with complex runes, which flashed with a faint light, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story. The roof of the palace was covered with black glazed tiles, which glowed with a strange luster under the reflection of the magma.
Yun Yao took a deep breath and exchanged glances with Chu Mochen and Ye Wuhen, all with a look of determination in their eyes. The three of them walked slowly towards the Heart-Searching Hall, step by step. With every step closer, Yun Yao could feel an invisible pressure coming towards her, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching from the dark, and as if a mysterious force was testing their hearts.
As soon as he stepped into the palace, a chill hit him in the face, forming a sharp contrast with the scorching heat outside. The light in the palace was dim, with only a few flickering candles emitting a faint light. Yun Yao looked closely and saw that the palace was huge, with murals painted all around the walls. On the murals, there were mottled human figures, which seemed to show the past grievances between the Yunhua Sect and the Burning Heaven Palace.
Directly in front of her, on a stone platform, was a bead emitting a faint glow, and images seemed to be flowing in the bead. Yun Yao walked forward, raised her hand and gently touched the bead, and in an instant, the light became brighter and enveloped her.
In the illusion, Yun Yao was on a desolate battlefield. Smoke filled the air, shouts of killing shook the sky, and the disciples of Yunhua Sect, dressed in white, fought desperately with the people of Burning Heaven Hall, dressed in black robes. The blood dyed the ground red, and broken limbs were everywhere, it was a horrible sight.
Yun Yao felt a sharp pain in her heart. She looked around and finally saw her mother in a corner of the battlefield. Her mother's white clothes were stained with blood, but she was still standing tall, waving her sword with sword energy. Every time she swung her sword, a disciple of the Burning Heaven Palace fell down. But the enemies kept coming, and her mother gradually became unable to cope.
At this moment, a dark shadow pounced towards her mother like a ghost, and stabbed her mother's heart with a sharp blade in his hand. Yun Yao screamed, "Mom, be careful!" and rushed over desperately. However, her body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to move, and she could only watch the sharp blade pierce into her mother's chest.
The mother's body slowly fell down, but her eyes looked at Yun Yao, full of reluctance and expectation: "Yao'er, live on..." Yun Yao burst into tears and struggled desperately, but could not change anything.
The illusion suddenly changed, and Yun Yao returned to the modern world. She saw that she was still that ordinary girl, living an ordinary and simple life. She shuttled through the corridors of the hospital every day, busy with saving lives and healing the wounded. Although it was hard, it was also fulfilling.