The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 591: Small World Changes

In the vast and boundless symbiotic universe, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen are like two shining stars, and their legendary story is spread in every corner of every world. The splendor of the wedding is still shining in their hearts, but the two have already packed their bags and embarked on a new journey. This time, they received a mysterious call from the depths of the symbiotic universe, and their target is a small world called "Mechanical Cultivation World".

When Yun Yao and Chu Mochen stepped into this small world, a strong smell of steam and oil hit them in the face, and what came into view was a strange scene full of mechanical texture. In the sky, huge airships shuttled between lead-gray clouds, the body of the ship shone with metallic luster, runes and gear patterns complemented each other, dragging out a trail of spiritual energy; on the ground, the towering clock tower emitted a dull and long roar every quarter of an hour, the sound waves vibrated the air, and the spiritual crystals on the street lamps flickered, as if telling the unique rhythm of this world. On both sides of the street, there were shops lined up, and the windows displayed a variety of exquisite mechanical instruments, from puppet brooms that could automatically sweep the streets to spiritual analyzers that could instantly analyze the structure of spiritual patterns. All of them made people marvel at the wonderful wisdom of this world that combined machinery and cultivation.

However, beneath this seemingly prosperous appearance, there is a deep crisis. Yun Yao keenly noticed that there was a faint smell of decay in the air, as if something was quietly eroding the vitality of this world. The two walked along the main street and found that the mechanical monks passing by were in a hurry, with anxiety and fatigue on their faces, and their eyes were full of panic.

"Something is wrong. Something big must have happened here." Yun Yao frowned and whispered. Her creation spirit root trembled slightly, conveying an ominous premonition.

Chu Mochen clenched the quantum sword in his hand, and the runes on the sword flickered faintly, as if responding to the uneasiness of this world: "Let's go and find out."

They stopped a middle-aged monk who was wearing shabby work clothes and dull gear accessories. Yun Yao asked in a gentle voice: "My fellow Taoist, you look hurried, but what happened in this city?"

The middle-aged monk raised his head, his eyes full of panic, and his voice trembled a little: "You are outsiders, right? Run quickly, this mechanical cultivation world is over! Since who knows when, the core gears that all mechanical monks rely on to drive their magic tools have been stained with a strange black rust. This rust spreads very quickly. Once stained, the spiritual energy of the magic tool will quickly lose and malfunction. Now most of the monks' cultivation has been greatly reduced because of this. If a solution is not found, I am afraid that the whole world will fall into death."

Hearing this, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen looked at each other, and both saw solemnity in each other's eyes. The two decided to investigate further. As they got to know more about this world, they found that the pattern of the black rust was exactly the same as the blood mist of the Blood Evil Sect. The blood mist had brought endless disasters to the world of cultivation. Now this similar rust was wreaking havoc in this small world. Could it be that there was some kind of secret connection between the two?

Yun Yao closed her eyes and mobilized the power of the Creation Spiritual Root, trying to sense the root cause behind the rust. The spiritual root released strands of data patterns, like fine tentacles, probing into the spiritual energy veins of this world. Gradually, she captured some weak information - this was an immune reaction in the early stage of the symbiotic universe. Due to the unique energy operation mode of the mechanical cultivation world, it conflicted with the integration of the universe as a whole, and the energy of the two worlds needed to be reconciled to resolve this crisis.

Just as Yun Yao was about to tell Chu Mochen about this discovery, suddenly, Chu Mochen's quantum sword emitted a violent humming sound, and familiar dark patterns appeared on the sword - that was the symbol of the Fallen Cult! Both of them were shocked. They didn't expect that in this small world that seemed to have no connection with the past, traces of the Fallen Cult would appear again.

"Could this crisis be related to the Fallen Cult that was not completely eliminated back then?" Chu Mochen's eyes were cold and the sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if he was eager to fight the enemy.

Yun Yao nodded solemnly: "It is very likely that the Fallen Angels attempted to devour everything back then. The changes in the mechanical cultivation world today may be another conspiracy of their remaining forces. We must find the root cause as soon as possible and stop this disaster."

The two of them did not delay any longer and followed the direction indicated by the monks in the city, heading towards the Central Tower, the rumored holy place of the mechanical monks. Along the way, they saw many mechanical puppets that collapsed to the ground due to the rust of the core gears. These puppets were once the monks' capable assistants, but now they have become a pile of scrap metal. The scattered parts around them made a lonely whine in the wind. The workshops on the street were closed one after another, with doors and windows closed. Only a few brave monks were still trying to repair the damaged instruments, but from their desperate expressions, it can be seen that all efforts are in vain.

When they walked to a narrow alley, they heard the sound of fierce fighting. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen looked at each other and ran towards the source of the sound without hesitation. In the alley, several young mechanical monks were fighting with a group of mysterious people in black robes and ferocious faces. The black robes of these mysterious people were embroidered with strange runes, and their mechanical prostheses flashed coldly in the sun. Every time they swung, they brought up a black mist, which seemed to contain the power to corrode everything.

"It's the remnants of the Fallen Angel Cult!" Yun Yao exclaimed, and a black ice sword instantly appeared in her hand. The icy blue light on the sword became brighter, and the runes flowed, releasing a biting chill.

Chu Mochen did not say anything, and shook his quantum sword, turning into a stream of light and rushing into the battle group. His swordsmanship was extremely sharp, and every swing of his sword carried the unique code light of the quantum sword, as if it could tear the void. The remnants of the Fallen Angels felt threatened and turned their attacks to him. For a moment, the black mist and the code light intertwined, and the battle became white-hot.

Seeing this, Yun Yao waved her jade hand, and the Mysterious Ice Sword drew a graceful arc in the air. An ice wall instantly built in front of the young monks, blocking a fatal attack from the remnants. Then, she injected the power of the Creation Spirit Root into the ice wall, and complex runes suddenly appeared on the ice wall. These runes flashed with soft light, which not only enhanced the defense of the ice wall, but also absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy to provide nourishment for the injured monks.

"Thank you for your help, senior!" the young monks shouted gratefully.

Yun Yao nodded slightly: "You guys step back first, leave this to us."

Under the joint attack of Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, the remnants of the Fallen Cult gradually lost. But they did not seem to be willing to fail. One of the leaders suddenly took out a black ball with runes flashing on it, emitting a heart-pounding aura.

"Oh no, it's a self-destruct device!" Chu Mochen's face changed drastically. He grabbed Yun Yao and quickly retreated.

Just as they were leaving the danger zone, the sphere exploded with a loud bang, and a powerful impact swept over, shaking the surrounding buildings to the point of collapse, with bricks and stones flying everywhere. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen relied on their superb skills to stabilize their bodies, but the alley had been razed to the ground, and in the diffuse smoke and dust, the remnants of the Fallen Cult disappeared, leaving only a mess.

“We can’t let them get away!” Yun Yao’s eyes were determined. She ignored the choking smoke and dust and chased in the direction of the remnants.

Chu Mochen followed closely behind, and the two of them followed all the way to an abandoned factory. The factory gate was closed, and above the rusty iron gate, there was a huge gear pattern engraved. In the center of the pattern was a gem that emitted a strange red light, like an evil eye, staring at the intruder.

"There must be some secret hidden in here." Yun Yao whispered. She walked forward and gently swung the Xuanbing Sword in her hand. A stream of spiritual power was injected into the iron door. The runes on the door lock flashed a few times, and accompanied by a series of sharp creaking sounds, the iron door slowly opened.

A stale and decayed smell hit them in the face. The factory was dark and damp, and filled with thick fog. The two stepped into it carefully, and saw rows of mechanical production lines that had long stopped operating in the huge workshop, covered with cobwebs and dust. On the wall, there were some strange symbols graffitied, which seemed to be some kind of ancient warning.

"Be careful, there may be a trap here." Chu Mochen reminded. He held the quantum sword across his body and looked around vigilantly.

Yun Yao nodded, and the perception released by the Creation Spiritual Root enveloped the entire space, not missing any slight movement. Suddenly, her eyes fell on a secret door in the corner of the workshop. A faint light shone through the crack of the secret door, which was out of tune with the surrounding darkness.

The two slowly approached the secret door. When Yun Yao's hand touched the door, a strong spiritual power wave came, and her palm was slightly tingling. "There is a strong energy reaction inside." She said, increasing the output of spiritual power, trying to open the secret door.

With a dull sound, the secret door slowly opened, and a strong light instantly shot out, illuminating the entire workshop. What came into view was an underground workshop filled with various sophisticated instruments and parts. On the table in the middle, a yellowed ancient book was spread out, and the words on the ancient book were shining with a strange light.

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen walked closer and saw five big characters "Secret Book of Mechanical Psychic Power" written on the cover of the ancient book. Opening the ancient book, they found information about the core secrets of the mechanical cultivation world and how to repair rusted gears, but the key points were deliberately erased.

"It seems that someone doesn't want us to find a solution easily." Chu Mochen frowned.

Yun Yao carefully observed the ancient book and found some tiny scratches on the edge of the page. She suddenly had an idea and injected a trace of the power of the Creation Spirit Root into it. Suddenly, a line of invisible small words appeared at the scratch: "To cure the rust disease, you need to find the time gear in the central tower. Only it can purify this evil force. However, the time gear has been occupied by a group of masked people. The world of mechanical cultivation is in danger..."

"Time Gear?" Yun Yao muttered to herself. She looked up at Chu Mochen. "It seems that we must rush to the Central Tower as soon as possible and take back the Time Gear. This is the key to saving this world."

Chu Mochen nodded, his eyes revealing a firm determination: "There is no time to lose, let's set off now."

The two left the underground workshop and rushed towards the central tower. Along the way, they saw the scene of the mechanical cultivation world becoming increasingly decadent. Airships in the sky fell one after another, and the spiritual crystal street lights on the streets went out one by one. The whole world seemed to fall into endless darkness. People ran around in panic on the streets, shouting for help, and children hid in the corners and cried. The desperate scene made Yun Yao and Chu Mochen anxious.

Finally, the towering central tower appeared in their sight. This tower was like a monument of perfect integration of machinery and cultivation. The tower body was made up of huge gears and psychic crystals. Each layer was shining with different colors of light. Runes intertwined into complex patterns in the air, as if guarding the core secrets of this world. However, at this moment, the central tower was surrounded by a thick layer of black fog. From time to time, a few black shadows flashed in the fog. It was obvious that the remnants of the Fallen Cult were guarding it tightly.

"Are you ready for battle?" Yun Yao looked at Chu Mochen. The Xuanbing Sword in her hand hummed, and ice-blue spiritual power surged on the sword.

Chu Mochen gripped the quantum sword tightly, and the code on the sword shone brighter and brighter: "To protect the symbiotic universe, at all costs."

After that, the two of them flashed and rushed into the black mist like a meteor. A thrilling battle was about to begin under the central tower...