freenovelworld Chapter 755: The Bloody Contract at Awakening
Chapter 755: The Bloody Contract at Awakening
At the bottom of the Black Ice Pond, millennia-old black ice reflected a faint blue light, illuminating Yun Yao's pale face with an even more translucent hue. She knelt on the cold jade bed in the pond's center, her slender fingers gently resting on Chu Mochen's pulse, her hair falling, almost touching his bluish-gray lips. Having emerged from the Netherworld with the Resurrection Flower, she had remained here for six days and nights. The wounds from the Nirvana Thunder Tribulation had yet to heal, and her spiritual energy was nearly depleted.
Suddenly, Chu Mochen's eyelashes trembled, and Yun Yao's pupils constricted. She held her breath, watching those familiar dark eyes slowly open, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. However, the moment those eyes fully opened, Yun Yao's blood froze—a fleeting golden vertical pupil, like the gaze of an ancient mythical beast, flashed across Chu Mochen's eyes.
"Mo Chen?" Yun Yao called out tentatively, her voice trembling barely perceptibly.
Chu Mochen's gaze focused on her face. He suddenly reached out and grasped her wrist with precision. His palm burned, as if flames were burning beneath her skin. Yun Yao tried to struggle, but found her spiritual power powerless under his suppression. The next second, a blood-colored contract burst from Chu Mochen's fingertips, wrapping around her wrist like a venomous snake, sending excruciating pain from the surface of her skin to her bones.
"What are you doing!" Yun Yao exclaimed, and the Destiny Plate vibrated violently in her sea of consciousness, issuing a sharp alarm.
Chu Mochen's voice was hoarse and low, with a kind of paranoid madness: "Back in the sect's secret realm, I swore an oath that if I could survive, I would tie my life to yours." A trace of clarity flashed in his eyes, but was quickly covered by a burning obsession. "Yao'er, this is the only way I can ensure that you will never leave me."
Yun Yao's mind was in turmoil. She could sense that this bloody contract not only bound their lives but also attempted to forcibly merge her soul with Chu Mochen's. The Heaven-Defying Fate Plate spun frantically, attempting to resist the contract's erosion, but was steadily defeated by Chu Mochen's sudden burst of powerful aura. At this moment, Yun Yao suddenly recalled the scene she had seen in the Netherworld—Chu Mochen's previous life as a War Halberd Divine Lord, who had sacrificed his godhood to protect the Holy Maiden of Heaven. Could it be that, at this moment, he was being controlled by the obsession of his past life?
"Mochen, wake up!" Yun Yao bit her tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on Chu Mochen's face, "I am Yun Yao, not anyone in your memory!"
The moment the blood essence touched Chu Mochen's skin, his pupils shrank sharply, their golden vertical pupils gradually fading, replaced by a familiar black. The bloody contract also loosened, and Yun Yao took the opportunity to channel her spiritual energy, forcibly severing the last trace of the contract. Chu Mochen's body suddenly leaned forward, leaning heavily on her shoulder, his hot breath spraying on her neck.
"I'm sorry..." Chu Mochen's voice was weak and tired, "I seem to have lost control."
Yun Yao breathed a sigh of relief and wrapped her arms around his waist, but at that moment, the Heaven-Defying Fate Plate issued a rapid warning. Her heart tightened, and she looked up to see strange ripples suddenly forming on the surface of the cold pond. A familiar presence was approaching at alarming speed—it was Liu Yan'er!
"How did she find this place?" Yun Yao frowned. She helped Chu Mochen onto the cold jade bed and pulled the Resurrection Flower from her sleeve. The residual medicinal power from the petals flowed through her fingertips, forming a defensive barrier. However, when she saw the Soul-Capture Banner in Liu Yan'er's hand, cold sweat instantly soaked her back. On the banner, a scene of her confrontation with the Red Flame Kui Niu in the Netherworld was reflected!
"Junior Sister Yunyao, how are you?" Liu Yan'er's voice came from the surface of the water, with a creepy smile. "Thank you for showing me such a wonderful scene in the Netherworld Illusion. It allowed me to know the secret of the Resurrection Flower and also... your weakness."
Yun Yao clenched her fists, a chill running through her heart. She finally understood why Liu Yan'er had found this place so accurately. It turned out she had been under surveillance from the moment she entered the Netherworld. Even more unsettling was the fact that Chu Mochen had just awakened, the Heart-Erosion Curse still within him still incapable of combat.
"Liu Yan'er, what on earth do you want to do?" Yun Yao asked loudly, while secretly circulating her spiritual power, trying to repair the damage to the Destiny Plate.
Liu Yan'er's figure slowly emerged from the water. She was dressed in a blood-red dress, and twelve pairs of bone wings faintly visible behind her, the hallmark of the Chaos Demonic Body. She gently waved the Soul-Capture Banner, and countless black mists emerged from it, enveloping the cold pool. "What do I want? Of course, your Heaven-Defying Fate Plate, and Chu Mochen's Candle Dragon bloodline. With these, I can become the true Heavenly Dao!"
Before she could finish her words, Liu Yan'er suddenly launched an attack. A black magic arrow pierced the water, heading straight for Yun Yao's heart. Yun Yao dodged sideways, and the magic arrow grazed her arm, leaving a deep wound that was visible to the bone. Blood dripped onto the cold jade bed and instantly froze into ice.
"Yao'er!" Chu Mochen struggled to get up, but the backlash of the Heart-Erosion Curse caused him to spit out a mouthful of black blood. His face grew paler, his eyes filled with anxiety and self-blame.
Yun Yao gritted her teeth and injected all the potency of the Resurrection Flower into the Heaven-Defying Fate Disk. The patterns on the disk suddenly glowed with dazzling golden light, forming a golden barrier that temporarily blocked Liu Yan'er's attack. However, she could sense that the cracks in the Heaven-Defying Fate Disk had deepened further, and each use was accelerating its disintegration.
"Do you think you can stop me like this?" Liu Yan'er sneered, and the soul-grabbing banner in her hand suddenly grew several times larger. "Look carefully, this soul-grabbing banner contains fragments of your memories of seventeen reincarnations. If I want, I can plunge you into an endless illusion at any time!"
Yun Yao's pupils suddenly contracted. She had indeed seen memories of her past life in the Netherworld, and she knew that if these memories were used by the enemy, the consequences would be disastrous. But at this moment, she had no choice. She took a deep breath, held Chu Mochen's hand tightly, and whispered, "Trust me."
The Heaven-Defying Fate Disk suddenly erupted with unprecedented power. Its golden light shot straight up into the sky, illuminating the entire cold pond like daylight. Yun Yao's hair moved without a breeze, and a golden seal, identical to the one on the Heaven-Defying Fate Disk, appeared between her brows—she had forcibly summoned a portion of the power of the Heavenly Dao Saintess from her previous life!
Liu Yan'er's expression finally changed. She sensed the aura that terrified her, yet she still launched a final attack unwillingly. However, just as the magic arrow was about to reach Yun Yao, Chu Mochen suddenly broke free from her hand and blocked her with his body.
"No!" Yun Yao exclaimed. The power of the Heaven-Defying Fate Disk spiraled out of control, and a rift in space and time opened within the cold pond. She watched helplessly as Chu Mochen was struck by the demonic arrow, his body flying backward like a kite with its string cut, falling into the rift in space and time. She herself, the power backfired, plunging into darkness.
At the last moment before she lost consciousness, Yun Yao heard Liu Yan'er's wild laughter and Chu Mochen's weak but firm voice: "Yao'er, wait for me..."
The cold pond returned to calm, with only the bloodstains on the surface telling of the thrilling events that had just occurred. On the other side of the rift in time and space, Chu Mochen's body was enveloped by a mysterious force, and his consciousness was trapped in a strange dimension. There, he witnessed his seventeen reincarnations and all that Yun Yao had sacrificed to save him.
"So, I've been dragging you down all this time..." Chu Mochen muttered to himself, a flicker of determination in his eyes. He decided that no matter the cost, he would become stronger, strong enough to protect Yun Yao, strong enough to break the shackles of this damned fate.
Yun Yao, in a coma, returned to the Netherworld once again. This time, she did not see the blood-red sea of flowers, nor did she encounter the guardian beast. Instead, she saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure—the Heavenly Saintess, dressed in the Hongmeng Taoist robe, who was her previous life.
"The seventeenth reincarnation has finally reached the most critical moment." The Saint's voice was ethereal and distant. "Remember, the true power of the Fate-Defying Disk lies not in rewriting fate, but in creating new possibilities."
Yun Yao wanted to ask more, but she found herself moving away from the illusion. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying in an unfamiliar place. The cracks on the Fate-Defying Disk were more obvious, and Chu Mochen was nowhere to be found.
"Mo Chen..." Yun Yao called softly, a surge of unprecedented fear welling up in her heart. She knew that this time, their fate would once again take an unknown direction. She had to find Chu Mo Chen as soon as possible and unravel the secret of the Bloody Contract. At the same time, she had to face Liu Yan'er's frantic pursuit.
Outside the cold pond, Liu Yan'er looked at the Soul-Capture Banner in her hand with pride. On the banner, the figures of Yun Yao and Chu Mochen were gradually fading, replaced by the shadowy figure of the Chaos Demon Sect's leader.
"Well done." The clan leader's voice was filled with praise. "Next, let's make good use of the cause and effect between these two people to complete our plan to destroy the sky."
A sinister smile appeared on Liu Yan'er's lips. "Yes, Sect Master. Yun Yao, Chu Mochen, do you think you can escape? This time, you can't escape even if you have wings!"
Meanwhile, in another corner of the cultivation world, a mysterious figure was watching all of this. The jade slip in his hand shone with a strange light, recording every move of Yun Yao and Chu Mochen.
"Seventeen reincarnations are finally about to reach their true climax." The mysterious man muttered to himself, a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes, "Yun Yao, Chu Mochen, how far can you go?"
A bigger conspiracy is quietly brewing in the darkness. How will Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, lovers spanning seventeen generations, protect each other and rewrite their destiny in this treacherous situation?