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“Zhao Ming, we have to...”
After whispering this, I looked directly into Zhao Ming's eyes.
He gently patted my shoulder, his gaze steady, and then spoke, “We can definitely do this.”
Next, the second step was to place the ancient scripture on the altar.
At that moment, I felt the resistance of the shadow growing stronger around us.
The atmosphere in the entire temple was trembling, as if the power of the shadow had made it precarious.
Zhao Ming held my hand tightly and whispered to me, “Lin Xiaoyue, don’t be afraid.”
“No matter what happens, I will stay by your side.”
I nodded vigorously and gripped his hand tightly in return.
“Thank you so much, Zhao Ming.”
Without him, I would have probably collapsed long ago.
The ritual was finally about to begin.
The third step was to use my own blood to nourish the scripture.
At the moment my blood dripped onto the scripture, it began to emit a dazzling light.
However, the power of the shadow was overwhelmingly strong.
Its counterattack far exceeded our expectations.
The light from the scripture grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire temple.
Meanwhile, the shadow laughed maniacally.
Its form became increasingly dark and enormous.
“Ah!” I was knocked down by a tremendous force, and the scripture flew from my hands, its pages scattering everywhere.
All our efforts were in vain.
I looked despairingly at the shattered pieces of scripture on the ground.
“No…”
"How did it end up like this..."
The shadow was still laughing maniacally.
It seemed to mock our helplessness.
Zhao Ming struggled to get up and helped me.
We could both feel each other's bodies trembling uncontrollably.
"We failed," I muttered softly.
Zhao Ming didn't respond, but his eyes already told me the answer.
"We failed."
I bitterly repeated those words.
Everything was over.
Zhao Ming and I, along with the entire Emerald Bamboo Village, would be easily swallowed by the shadow.
"No, you haven't lost."
Suddenly, a voice came from deep within the shadows of the temple.
I looked up in surprise and saw a figure stepping out from the darkness.
It was that Taoist!
"Who are you?" Zhao Ming asked warily, staring at him.
The Taoist smiled slightly and introduced himself calmly: "My name is Xuan Zhenzi."
"I am here to help you."
His words contained a power that allowed me to see a glimmer of hope amidst this despair.
The shadow did not give us much time to breathe.
It began to launch a fierce attack on Emerald Bamboo Village.
"Ah!"
I heard the terrified screams of people coming from the village.
It turned out to be the villagers! They were running around in a panic, trying to hide.
"No!" I couldn't help but shout loudly.
Zhao Ming gritted his teeth, the corners of his eyes twitching with tension.
"We have to go back."
"We must protect them."
I nodded vigorously, filled with anxiety and determination.
We rushed out of the temple, facing a village shrouded in shadowy power. Our hearts held only one belief—protect the villagers.
Master Xuan Zhenzi's robe fluttered in the wind, and the yellow paper he clutched tightly seemed ready to leap from his hands. He pulled out a piece of yellow paper from his sleeve, muttering something under his breath.
"Heaven and Earth, Mysterious Sect, the root of all energies, cultivate for countless eons, prove my divine power, within and beyond the Three Realms, only the Dao is supreme, my body has golden light, covering and reflecting me, unseen by sight, unheard by sound..."
Then he urged me to chant along with Zhao Ming.
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