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I took a deep breath, suppressing the unease in my heart; now was not the time to think about these things. "I'm fine, just a bit weak," I said, offering him a reassuring smile. "What do you mean by saying the restrictions within me have loosened?"
Du Ming's expression darkened. "I suspect that those who placed the restrictions on you are the same group that attacked you before and kidnapped you."
"Are you saying... this is an organization? Why are they doing this?" A shock ran through me, and a wave of anxiety spread.
"It's still unclear," a glint of coldness flashed in Du Ming's eyes. "However, I've already sent someone to investigate, and I believe we'll have results soon."
Bai Wei chimed in from the side, "Lingxi, don't worry. We will uncover the truth and seek justice for you!"
I nodded, but my heart felt heavier. My intuition told me that this was far from simple; we seemed to be caught in a huge conspiracy.
"Du Ming, let's take action," I looked at him with determination in my eyes. "Knowledge gained from books is shallow; to truly understand, one must experience it firsthand. I want to see for myself who these people really are!"
Du Ming pondered for a moment before finally nodding, his eyes filled with admiration and affection. "Alright, I'll go with you."
We began our investigation from the clues left by those people, one of which pointed to a forbidden area in the Cultivation World known as the Misty Forest. It was said that it was shrouded in thick fog year-round, and nine out of ten people who entered would lose their way or even meet with misfortune.
"Misty Forest..." I murmured to myself, feeling a vague premonition that perhaps the answers we sought were hidden there.
The Misty Forest lived up to its reputation; after flying for a day on our swords, we were still surrounded by a white haze where we couldn't see our hands in front of us. I clutched Du Ming's arm tightly, feeling an inexplicable panic rising within me.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here," Du Ming's voice rang in my ear, carrying a reassuring strength.
I don't know how long it had been when the thick fog finally began to dissipate, revealing a terrifying scene before us. A massive Black Palace loomed amidst the mist, exuding an unsettling aura.
"Is this their lair?" I whispered, an ominous feeling swelling within me.
Du Ming remained silent but tightened his grip on my hand, signaling me to be cautious. We approached the Black Palace carefully and found its grand doors tightly shut, adorned with strange runes that emitted a nauseating stench of blood.
"Be careful!" Du Ming suddenly pulled me behind him as a beam of black light shot out from within the palace, striking a boulder behind me and instantly reducing it to dust.
"Who goes there?!" Du Ming shouted angrily, shielding me as he warily eyed the palace doors.
A chilling laughter echoed from within the palace, followed by a figure clad in black robes slowly emerging from the darkness.
"Du Ming, we finally meet," the voice of the figure was hoarse and unpleasant, as if it came from the depths of hell.
Du Ming's face instantly turned grave as he asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Why are you targeting me?"
"Haha, who I am is not important; what matters is that you will soon become my defeated foe!" The figure in black laughed maniacally and suddenly launched an attack at Du Ming.
I was stunned by the scene before me; before I could react, Du Ming was pulling me away as we dodged the attacks from the figure in black. The strength of this figure was unfathomable; even Du Ming found himself at a disadvantage in their confrontation.
"Lingxi, you need to run! I'll hold him off!" Du Ming shouted anxiously while fending off the attacks from the black-robed figure.
"No, I want to be with you!" I shook my head firmly, unwilling to escape alone.
At that moment, I noticed the black-robed figure's attack was quite strange, as if it were some kind of sinister technique. Moreover, I felt a familiar aura emanating from him, just like… just like those attackers I had encountered before!
"Du Ming, be careful! He might be practicing Demonic Arts!" I shouted loudly.
Upon hearing this, Du Ming's expression darkened further. He knew that Demonic Arts were an evil technique strictly forbidden in the Cultivation World. If successfully cultivated, one would gain immense power but also lose their mind, becoming a monster that only knew how to kill.
We fought while retreating and finally found an opportunity to rush into the Black Palace. The palace was dark and damp, with walls covered in various bloody patterns that sent chills down our spines. Inside the palace, we discovered a secret chamber, its door sealed with a barrier that Du Ming had to exert great effort to break.
The secret chamber was filled with various books and scrolls, and one ancient scroll caught my attention. I walked over, picked it up, and slowly unfolded it. Suddenly, a cold aura rushed at me; the scroll was covered in dense writing written in blood.
I suppressed my discomfort and carefully read the text on the scroll, my face gradually turning pale. The words recorded… were actually the ritual for resurrecting the Demon God!
I looked up at Du Ming and trembled as I said, "Du Ming… I think I know why those people wanted to capture me…"
Du Ming's heart sank heavily, sensing that things were more complicated than he had imagined. He tightly grasped my hand and asked in a deep voice, "What do they want?"
"They… they want to use me to resurrect the Demon God!"
I felt as if all the blood in my body had frozen. The Demon God? That was a legendary being capable of destroying the world; once resurrected, the entire Cultivation World would fall into an irreversible catastrophe.
"Du Ming, we must stop them!" I clutched Du Ming's hand tightly, my tone resolute.
A glint of ruthlessness flashed in Du Ming's eyes. "I will never let them succeed!"
In the days that followed, we tirelessly combed through the materials left in the secret chamber, trying to find a way to prevent the resurrection of the Demon God. Meanwhile, Du Ming also mobilized all his resources to secretly investigate the origins of that mysterious force.
"Lingxi, I've found something," one day Du Ming returned to the secret chamber with a grave expression. "The leader of that mysterious force is named Night Owl."
"Night Owl?" This name was unfamiliar to me. "Who is he?"
"A name forgotten by the Cultivation World," Du Ming said with a hint of resentment in his tone. "He was once a genius of the Cultivation World but was expelled from his sect for practicing Forbidden Techniques. Later, he fell into darkness during a great battle and was sealed by various sects working together. I never expected he was still alive and had established such a vast force!"
"Why would he do this?" I asked in confusion. "Is it just for revenge?"
"Perhaps," Du Ming shook his head. "But I think his true purpose is probably not that simple."
We both understood that Night Owl's ultimate goal was to resurrect the Demon God, and I was the key to this conspiracy.
To prevent this catastrophe, we decided to expose the truth and unite the entire Cultivation World against Night Owl.
During a Cultivation World conference, Du Ming publicly revealed Night Owl's plot before everyone present. As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar among the crowd; no one expected that the legendary demon would truly return.
"Ladies and gentlemen," I stepped forward and surveyed my surroundings, "Night Owl's ambition is to destroy the entire Cultivation World; we cannot let him succeed! I urge everyone to stand with us and protect our home together!"
My words ignited the anger within the hearts of many, and they responded, expressing their willingness to join us in the fight against Night Owl. A great battle was about to begin...
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