Young Master System: My Mother Is the Matriarch-Chapter 55: The Astral Tear

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Against all likely probability, Li Wei and Leng Yue held out against the vile Zhou Mu, the twisted shell of a patriarch, contained within the grand hall. The Yin tentacles, like ravenous serpents of darkness, continued to writhe and lash, a constant, insidious presence threatening to overwhelm their dwindling defenses.

The air crackled with dark energy, as a palpable force seemed to push their fortifications to the very limit causing a creaking sound. "The restrictions won't last..." Leng Yue, ever pragmatic, assessed the battlefield. With a burst of calculated speed, she leveraged the momentum of an incoming tendril, redirecting its destructive force against a nearby jade pylon. " The tendrils are growing more erratic and restless..."

The structure, radiating a sinister energy, toppled with a resounding crash. However, the effect was minimal. Dozens more pylons, identical in their malignant purpose, stood like sentinels throughout the hall, funneling dark energy towards Zhou Mu.

'If this bastard gets any larger, things could get very complicated...' Li Wei's expression hardened. He knew these jade towers were the linchpin to their demise. 'Those damned towers need to go down..'

Each moment they remained intact, Zhou Mu grew stronger, his technique would expand like a festering wound. 'How do I destroy them and him simultaneously?' To allow such escalation was unthinkable. A sudden, audacious plan sparked within his mind.

'The time to act is now...' He glanced at Leng Yue, her face a mask of focus and concentration, and made a decision. Employing a technique so obscure it was practically unheard of, he manifested a mirage of himself and sent it sprinting in the opposite direction.

"Where are you going, worm!" Zhou Mu, momentarily disoriented, lashed out, his multitude of tendrils flailing as he attempted to attack both phantasmal figures. But a shocking spectacle unfolded.

The Yin tendrils phased effortlessly through both Li Wei's, the illusions proving as insubstantial as smoke. The dark energy crashed harmlessly into two more jade pylons, further disrupting the power flow. "RRRGGH!! Stop these games and fight!!" Zhou Mu roared in frustrated rage, a guttural sound that echoed through the hall. He had fallen for the trick, aiding his adversaries instead of annihilating them.

"Subtle, but effective..." Li Wei materialized beside Leng Yue, a peachy grin illuminating his face. He was undeniably pleased with his unexpected discovery. Zhou Mu possessed control over the Yin tendrils, yes, but he was far from a master of their insidious power. The abomination had not fully integrated with its borrowed power, a crucial weakness the duo could easily exploit.

"Mere parlor tricks!" Zhou Mu bellowed, his voice laced with venomous scorn. He attempted to taunt Li Wei, hoping to ignite his temper and shatter his composure. "Your illusions are pathetic, boy! They cannot harm me!"

As an old veteran, Zhou Mu understood how to breach the mind of an opponent and shake their confidence. It was these very exploits that allowed him to overcome several opponents over the years, it had even allowed him to secure decisive blows in battle against distracted foes.

"HAHAHAHAHHAH!!" To Zhou Mu's utter astonishment, Li Wei merely laughed, a light, almost carefree sound that reverberated through the oppressive atmosphere. With a flourish, he unfurled a white parchment.

"That was merely an appetizer.." Strange, angular characters, an unknown dialect, were meticulously scribbled across its surface. Meanwhile, Leng Yue unleashed her own weapon – a black parchment, covered in a swirling script. "This is our gift to you..." The text, etched in what appeared to be a chalk-like substance, seemed to writhe and pulse with a life of its own.

'Oh no...'A deafening warning bell clanged in the distorted mind of the transformed Zhou patriarch. An instinctive dread washed over him. He realized, with terrifying clarity, that the conniving pair before him were about to unleash something truly catastrophic.

"YOU THINK SOME PIECE OF PAPER CAN KILL ME!!" Desperate, he channeled every remaining ounce of power into the jade pylons, attempting to supercharge himself with their dark energy. At such a crucial moment, showcasing fear would prove disastrous.

'Will it be enough? NO! Surely this should kill them....' It was a gamble, a desperate roll of the dice. Considering the sheer volume of Yin energy he had already expended, drawing upon the pylons was a precarious move, one that could leave him vulnerable. But he saw no other choice.

"Leng Yue, the next step is crucial..." Li Wei, seemingly oblivious to Zhou Mu's frantic actions, didn't even spare the monster a glance. Instead, he locked eyes with Leng Yue, his expression calm, almost serene. "Once these two pieces are fused together," he said in a low, measured tone, "an astral tear will appear." He studied her face, searching for any sign of apprehension, but her expression remained inscrutable.

Reassured by her silence, Li Wei continued, his tone almost casual. "When that happens, an apparition will reach into our plane, but will be unable to fully breach our reality..." The young man understood the gravity of his words, but he spoke with an easy going tone.

Leng Yue raised a single eyebrow, a subtle indication of her doubt. The idea of ripping a hole through the fabric of space was, to put it mildly, unsettling. "Young Master, are you sure this is wise?"

She had heard tales of inter dimensional breaches in her own plane, tales of horrific entities spilling into reality, leaving behind a trail of unimaginable destruction.

"I know what you're thinking," Li Wei said, his voice unwavering. "That doing something so reckless may lead to everyone perishing." He spoke with an unspeakable confidence in himself, a certainty that bordered on arrogance, yet somehow, it didn't feel like a boast.

"Believe me, the apparition will not cross over..." It was uncommon for someone to possess such unwavering faith in their own abilities, but in Li Wei's case, it was, perhaps, not entirely surprising.

The question was, could that faith truly overcome the looming threat of Zhou Mu and the unknown dangers that lay beyond the astral tear? The answer, it seemed, lay within the swirling incantations etched upon the ancient parchments in their hands.