Chapter 1042
Sect Alarm
Yang Ling stood up right behind him, his shoulders trembling slightly, revealing his determination. "Yes, Senior Yun. I will immediately dispatch manpower to strengthen the sect's intensive patrols to ensure that our research is not disturbed by the outside world."
Dan Yan walked back lightly, holding a yellowed ancient book in his hands. The cover was embroidered with intricate gold thread patterns. It was one of the sect's treasured immortal technique manuals. "This book, 'The Heavenly Origin Divine Technique,' mentions similar magical artifacts. Perhaps the text within can give us some inspiration."
The envoy raised his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the room before settling on Yun Feiyang. "Master Yun, the Beiming Yunyin Sect is willing to provide some research data on the Spirit Mirror. Although the data is not complete, it is enough for us to gain a deeper understanding of the Netherworld Profound Fire Mirror."
Yun Feiyang nodded, then extended his hand, his palm trembling slightly, revealing his emotional turmoil. "Excellent, Envoy. This will greatly advance our research. Now, every moment we spend could determine the future."
Suddenly, a rapid ringing of the alarm bell rang out—it was the sect's alarm. Yang Ling's expression changed, and he hurriedly walked outside. His steps were quick and powerful, each step making a crisp sound on the cold stone floor.
Dan Yan followed closely behind, his expression tense yet calm. "This alarm came from the eastern defense line. We must go and provide support immediately!"
Yang Ling and Dan Yan quickly arrived at the east side, where they saw several disciples fighting a group of mysterious men in black. Each of the men in black held chains that shimmered with an eerie light, the chains wrapped in thick black mist, each swing like lightning in the night.
Yang Ling wielded his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, each strike accompanied by a powerful roar of wind and thunder, forcing his opponent to retreat repeatedly. "Dan Yan, quick, use your Frost Sword Formation!"
Dan Yan immediately gathered his spiritual power, rapidly forming hand seals. Suddenly, countless tiny ice crystals fell from the sky, combining to form a massive frost sword array. Each ice sword emitted a chilling light, shooting towards the man in black.
Once the ice sword formation was deployed, the temperature plummeted, and the continuous impact of the ice swords made it difficult for the men in black to get close, resulting in a stalemate.
The messenger observed the battle from the rear. He chanted an incantation, formed hand seals, and several talismans flew out from his sleeve, transforming into a huge golden Dharma wheel that hovered in mid-air and sprayed blazing golden light at the man in black.
As soon as the golden light appeared, the black mist gradually dissipated, and the black-clad men's offensive was clearly hindered. They all retreated, their eyes filled with fear.
Yun Feiyang joined the battle at this moment. The ancient bronze sword in his hand moved like a dragon swimming in azure waves, agile and elusive. In an instant, the sword light was like a waterfall, illuminating the entire battlefield. His figure moved swiftly, as if traversing time and space. Every time he appeared, a man in black would fall.
Seeing Yun Feiyang make his move, Yang Ling and Dan Yan were even more motivated. They increased their strength and, together with the envoy's golden Dharma wheel, the three of them quickly suppressed the momentum of the man in black.
The battle lasted for half an hour, until the men in black could no longer hold out and began to retreat. Yang Ling snorted coldly and waved for his disciples to give chase, determined not to let these mysterious intruders escape.
As the battle ended, Dan Yan, slightly out of breath, walked to Yun Feiyang's side and whispered, "Senior, who do you think they are? Why are they so concerned about us?"
Yun Feiyang narrowed his eyes, gazing at the gradually dissipating black mist, his long robe fluttering in the breeze. His voice was low, carrying a hint of barely perceptible worry, "I'm not sure of their true purpose, but there's no doubt they're extremely interested in the secrets of the Netherworld Profound Fire Mirror."
Yang Ling stood to the side, sheathing his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, his gaze sharp as a blade. "We must strengthen our defenses. Such attacks will only become more frequent, especially when they realize we are close to unlocking the secrets of the Treasure Mirror." Dan Yan nodded slightly, her ice sword slowly melting into water droplets that fell onto the gravel. "I will rearrange the defensive array on the high platform, introducing the power of the Ice Elemental Vein. At least that will temporarily block external intrusions."
The messenger approached the three, his face showing some weariness, but his eyes remained resolute. "I will return to the Northern Dark Cloud Hidden Sect immediately and do my best to bring aid and more secret manuals as quickly as possible. Our time is running out."
As the envoy departed, Yun Feiyang turned to the remaining two, his hand gently stroking the hilt of the ancient sword, his tone firm and profound, "Yang Ling, Dan Yan, we must accelerate the research process. I fear an even greater crisis will soon befall us."
Yang Ling and Dan Yan exchanged glances, both their eyes flashing with determination.
“I understand, Senior Yun,” Yang Ling replied, his voice resolute. “I will put the sect on full alert and send reliable disciples to investigate any unusual activity in various places.”
Dan Yan then walked towards Yun Feiyang, a delicate jade pendant appearing in her hand. The pendant contained a faint radiance and a chilling aura. "This is the Ice Soul Jade Pendant, which can enhance the power of the Frost Sword Formation. I will personally oversee the modification of the defensive formation."
Yun Feiyang nodded in thanks, then turned and returned to his research room. He sat down at an antique wooden table, on which lay a parchment scroll, decorated with intricate magic arrays and ancient runes. His hands gently stroked the scroll, a moment of contemplation flashing in his eyes.
As night fell, only a single lamp burned quietly in the research room. Yun Feiyang's shadow stretched long on the wall, appearing lonely yet resolute. He suddenly stopped what he was doing, muttered an incantation, and his hands quickly formed hand seals in the air.
As the incantation was completed, the magic circle on the parchment scroll suddenly emitted a faint golden light, and subtle energy fluctuations began to circulate in the air. A hint of joy flashed in Yun Feiyang's eyes; this was a small step forward in the research.
However, at that moment, hurried footsteps sounded outside. Dan Yan rushed into the research room, panting, his face slightly pale. "Senior Yun, a group of unidentified people has been spotted outside. They are acting very stealthily, and it seems they are searching for our research institute."
Yun Feiyang frowned and immediately stood up. "Prepare to meet the enemy. Yang Ling, go and gather manpower. Dan Yan and I will delay them first."
Outside the research room, Yang Ling had already gathered several disciples, who were armed with various weapons and looked vigilant. Yun Feiyang and Dan Yan walked to the front of the group. Yun Feiyang took a deep breath and displayed his leadership, "Do not launch an attack rashly. We need to figure out the enemy's intentions and strength. Defense is the priority. Protect the Netherworld Profound Fire Mirror."
In the darkness, the unidentified figures drew closer, their movements swift and agile, like ghosts in the night. Yang Ling gripped his sword hilt tightly, issuing commands in a low voice. The sect disciples stood ready, the atmosphere tense and oppressive.
Dan Yan stood beside Yun Feiyang and asked in a low voice, "Senior Yun, what should we do if they launch a full-scale attack?"
Yun Feiyang's gaze was resolute as he replied, "We will use our last strength to protect the sect." His voice was filled with no hesitation, only deep determination.
The moonlight, like a wash of pure white, poured down onto the dark forest path, making every approaching figure exceptionally clear. Yun Feiyang stood at the sect's front, his robes fluttering in the night wind, his eyes like lightning, fixed intently on the approaching group of men in black. (End of Chapter)