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The fleeting years of six years have passed, and under the ancient walls of the Kingdom of Chu, the smoke of gunpowder once again pervades.
At eighteen, Chu Yun stands atop the high city, overlooking the horizon stained red by the flames of war. Determination and sorrow flicker in her eyes. Faced with the fierce onslaught of foreign enemies, she could easily resolve the crisis with the power of a cultivator. However, her master, Miss Sifang, the deputy head of the Xuanji Sect, stubbornly reminds her that cultivators should not meddle in the wars of the red dust.
Miss Sifang was dressed in a pure white long dress, standing next to the city wall like a fairy, and softly said to Chu Yun, "Yun, your power is indeed strong, but the intervention of cultivators in mortal battles will only bring more disasters. Remember, our power is meant to protect the balance of this world, not to escalate wars."
The fiery gaze in Chu Yun's eyes clashed with her master's cold gaze, filling her heart with struggle. The Kingdom of Chu at her feet was her homeland, the land of her bloodline. She recalled the scene from six years ago when Lei Ling sacrificed himself to protect her and her teammates, and that heavy burden once again tightened her heart.
"Master, can I really turn a blind eye to my homeland being invaded and destroyed?" Chu Yun's voice trembled slightly as she tightly clenched the cracks in the city wall with her fist.
Miss Sifang took a step forward, gently taking Chu Yun's hand, her eyes revealing deep compassion and determination. "Yun, you must learn to transcend. The path of cultivation is lonely and detached. Your power can be used in the future to fight greater evil and protect more innocents. Let the mortals handle this war on their own; we must preserve our strength for when it is truly needed."
Chu Yun fell silent for a moment, then nodded helplessly, and then knelt to pay respects to the master before flying to the Kingdom of Chu on his sword.
The Kingdom of Chu was engulfed in flames, a scene of chaos and sorrow. Chu Yun, dressed in simple battle attire, returned alone to this once familiar land.
Six years of cultivation has brought her strength to the mid-stage of the Infant Formation Realm, but in the face of the current war, her heart remains as heavy as stone.
At the age of four, she joined the Xuanji Sect to apprentice and practice cultivation. She strictly followed the teachings of her master Miss Sifang, staying away from worldly disputes and focusing on her training.
But when she learned that the Kingdom of Chu had fallen and her family was in danger, Chu Yun decided to return and rescue her family at all costs.
Returning to the Kingdom of Chu, Chu Yun witnessed a once prosperous capital turned into a battlefield. The rubble on the streets, collapsed buildings, and the smoke drifting everywhere weighed heavily on her heart. Standing on the high platform of the palace, she looked out at the land she once knew so well, her eyes filled with sadness and helplessness, but her determination remained as strong as ever.
Wearing a white robe, Chu Yun's figure stood out in the night, her gaze firmly fixed on the continuous beacon fires around her. She knew deeply that as a princess of the Kingdom of Chu, she could not choose to escape. She had to face it all, even if the path ahead was fraught with unknown dangers.
"Yun'er, you have finally returned," the king's voice carried a hint of weariness and helplessness as he stood beside her, his eyes revealing concern.
Chu Yun turned around and saw the Emperor, as well as the haggard Empress and her brother Chu Feng standing beside him. Chu Feng looked very scared, his little hand tightly gripping the Empress's sleeve.
"Father, Mother, I cannot stand by and watch the Kingdom of Chu fall into chaos," Chu Yun said firmly, a determined glint in her eyes.
Father Emperor sighed softly, "Yun'er, the most important thing now is to ensure your and Chu Feng's safety. You don't need to worry about the safety of Father Emperor and Mother Queen, we still have General Zheng and General Yu to protect us."
"I understand, but as the princess of the Kingdom of Chu, I have a responsibility and duty to protect my people," Chu Yun replied, her voice filled with unquestionable courage.
Suddenly, an urgent alarm broke their conversation. Chief Guard Li Jian hurried over, his face grave: "Princess, the situation is dire. The enemy has entered the palace grounds. We must retreat immediately!"
Chu Yun tightened his grip on the sword hilt, determination flashing in his eyes: "Take Chu Feng and leave immediately. We will head to the Ten Thousand Demon Burial Valley. It may be dangerous, but at least we can find a glimmer of hope there."
Li Jian nodded, his expression equally resolute: "Yes, Princess!"
Chu Yun, Chu Feng, and Li Jian quickly made their way through the palace's secret passage with other elite soldiers, heading towards the outskirts of the city. To evade the enemy, they gradually made their way to the nearby Ten Thousand Demon Burial Valley—a dangerous place rumored to be infested with demons.
Despite knowing that the road ahead is full of unknowns and dangers, Chu Yun still chose this path. She firmly believes that with enough courage and determination, no difficulty is insurmountable.
Night falls, and the beacon lights the path for the escape from the Kingdom of Chu. Chu Yun and her brother Chu Feng, along with a team of elite soldiers led by Li Jian, urgently evacuate the capital. Their destination is the mysterious and dangerous Ten Thousand Demon Burial Valley, where it is said that demons roam. But for Chu Yun, it may be the only refuge.
Chu Yun's gaze is resolute. In her hand, she holds the ancient "Sky Thunder Sword," a sword that glows brightly, seemingly able to sense her worries and determination. This sword was obtained by her from the Ten Thousand Demon Burial Valley, and it not only possesses great power but also serves as a spiritual anchor for Chu Yun.
Chu Feng, an ordinary teenager, now wears an anxious and uneasy look on his face. Although he doesn't possess the abilities of a cultivator, he believes in his sister as his hero, convinced that as long as he's with her, they will be safe no matter how dangerous the situation may be.
"Sister, is Ten Thousand Demon Burial Valley really safe?" Chu Feng asked cautiously, his voice trembling in the night wind.
Chu Yun turned to look at his younger brother, a hint of tenderness in his eyes. "Feng, it is indeed dangerous there, but it is also full of unknown possibilities. As long as we are careful and I use my abilities to deal with potential threats, we should be able to find a way out."
They traversed a moonlit gorge, the peaks appearing particularly tall and mysterious in the night. Li Jian and the other soldiers were vigilant, observing their surroundings to ensure there were no enemy forces tracking them.
Suddenly, a strange sound of wind came from the front of the woods. Li Jian abruptly stopped, tightly gripping the sword in his hand. "Be careful, there's movement!"
Chu Yun immediately advanced with her sword, the power of thunder quietly gathering on the Sky Thunder Sword, ready to respond to any potential danger. Her gaze was firm; as a cultivator, she knew she had to face more challenges than ordinary people.
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