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As Master Guiyin led his troops away, the dark clouds that had shrouded Qingyun Mountain for several days seemed to suddenly disperse. The long-awaited sunlight shone through the thin mist, illuminating the rugged rocks and lush vegetation, reflecting a tranquil scene of surviving a catastrophe.

Inside the mountain gate, many disciples couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, their faces showing a joyful expression of relief. The threat of death that had lasted for many days seemed to have truly vanished with the disappearing black rainbow.

"They're gone! The demon of the Xuan Yin Sect is really gone!" a young disciple exclaimed excitedly, almost jumping up.

"Great! We're safe!" someone nearby echoed, their voice choked with emotion.

The oppression and fear of the past few days transformed into immense relief at this moment. Suppressed cheers even erupted in the training ground. Even some of the deacons couldn't hide their relief.

However, the atmosphere inside the main hall of the sect leader remained heavy.

Su Xiao and Han Lin stood behind Shen Mo, gazing at the empty sky beyond the mountains. Their faces showed little joy, but rather deep worry.

"Sect Leader, Master Guiyin's retreat was so decisive, it seems... something really serious has happened in the Black Wind Mountains." Su Xiaoxiu frowned slightly, her tone heavy. She knew that the Xuan Yin Sect was no benevolent people, and for them to give up such a tempting "piece of meat" that was so close at hand, there could only be a more tempting or more deadly threat.

Han Lin stroked his beard and sighed, his mature face full of solemnity: "Yes, although the plan to divert the trouble eastward has succeeded, when two tigers fight, there will surely be bloodshed. I'm afraid there will never be peace in the southern part of the Eastern Wilderness again. Although our Qingyun Sect has been able to catch its breath for the time being, it is like a small boat in a stormy sea. If we are not careful, we will be in danger of capsizing."

Shen Mo stood with his hands behind his back at the cave entrance, his gaze seemingly piercing through the void, landing on the mountain range thousands of miles away, where the murderous aura soared to the sky. His face was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger, only a cold understanding flashed deep in his eyes.

"System, retrieve the latest spiritual energy fluctuation monitoring data and emergency intelligence from the Treasure Pavilion in the Black Wind Mountain Range area," he silently instructed.

[Command received. Monitoring data shows that a high-intensity, high-density spiritual energy conflict erupted in the core area of ​​the Black Wind Mountains (coordinates: Eastern Region, Northern Region) approximately one incense stick's time ago. The energy level is determined to be a Foundation Establishment stage melee, accompanied by continuous formation collisions. The core area of ​​the conflict highly overlaps with the locations of "Ghost Valley" and "Gengjin No. 3 Mine".]

Urgent intelligence from Baibaoge (half an hour ago): A fierce firefight broke out between the Heavenly Sword Sect patrol and the Xuan Yin Sect reconnaissance team at "Soul-Severing Valley," thirty miles east of "Ghost Soul Ravine." Both sides deployed over fifty cultivators, including more than ten Foundation Establishment cultivators, resulting in heavy casualties. Elder Lieyang Sword of the Heavenly Sword Sect and a late-stage Foundation Establishment elder of the Xuan Yin Sect (suspected to be "Blood Butcher") have intervened. The cause of the conflict is suspected to be an attempt by a Xuan Yin Sect team to force their way into the Heavenly Sword Sect's newly established restricted area.

As expected... it caught fire. Shen Mo remained calm; all of this was within his expectations and orchestration. The meticulously forged "secret order," the perfectly timed "encounter," and Ghost Yin Shangren's suspicious and greedy nature all combined to ignite this fuse that was already soaked in oil.

"Sect Leader, what should we do next?" Su Xiao asked, seeing Shen Mo's silence. Although the crisis was temporarily averted, she was filled with uncertainty about the future of the sect.

Shen Mo withdrew his gaze, turned to look at the two, and said in his usual calm tone: "Ghost Yin retreated only because of the emergence of greater interests and threats, not because our Qingyun Sect is now safe. Pass down the order: the sect's alert level remains unchanged, the mountain-protecting formation remains operational, disciples continue their duties and cultivation as usual, and there must be no slackening in the slightest."

"Yes!" Su Xiao and Han Lin responded sternly.

"Junior Sister Xiao," Shen Mo looked at Su Xiao, "use all channels of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion to closely monitor the progress of the battle in the Black Wind Mountains, especially the movements of the high-ranking members of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Profound Yin Sect, their casualties, and... whether there are any signs that Golden Core cultivators have been alerted. Intelligence is now our eyes."

"Understood! I'll take care of it right away!" Su Xiao nodded emphatically, turned around, and strode away. Intelligence was the sect's lifeline at this moment.

"Elder Han," Shen Mo said to Han Lin, "calm the disciples down and warn them against blind optimism. Externally, the sect remains in a state of 'sealing the mountain to avoid disaster.' Internally, the contribution point system continues as usual, and secret realm training, pill refining, and formation maintenance must not be stopped. We must make use of this precious time to improve our strength as quickly as possible."

"I know what's important, I'll go make the arrangements right away." Han Lin bowed and hurriedly left to make the arrangements.

Silence returned to the cave. Shen Mo walked to the stone wall, his gaze falling once more on the huge map of the Southern Region of the Eastern Wilderness. He gently pointed to the location of the Black Wind Mountains, where an invisible crimson seemed to be spreading.

"It's only just begun..." he muttered to himself.

Almost at the same time that Shen Mo gave the order, in the Black Wind Mountains, in the Valley of Broken Souls.

This place has been transformed into a battlefield of carnage. The once precipitous canyon is now filled with massive sword craters, charred spell marks, and pits corroded by malevolent energy. Limbs and severed bodies are scattered everywhere, and blood has stained the grayish-brown rocks dark red. The pungent stench of blood and burnt flesh is nauseating.

In the center of the valley, two powerful auras were clashing violently. One was as blazing as the sun in the sky, its sword light crisscrossing and transforming into a rain of fire—it was none other than the Heavenly Sword Sect Elder, Blazing Sun Sword!

Another chilling, ghostly wind, its bloodthirsty aura condensed into a gigantic ghost claw, tore through the air and collided repeatedly with the sword light, emitting deafening explosions. It was none other than Xue Tu, the elder of the Xuan Yin Sect!

Both were at the late Foundation Establishment stage, and now they were holding nothing back, unleashing their full killing moves. Lieyangjian's beard and hair stood on end, his eyes wide with rage, and his swordplay was wide and powerful, each strike carrying the fierce intensity to burn the eight wastelands, clearly showing that he was fighting with his true strength.

Blood Butcher is elusive, hiding in the dense aura of bloodlust. His ghostly claws appear and disappear unpredictably, with tricky and vicious angles, specifically designed to erode the opponent's protective sword energy and blood.

"Blood Butcher! Your Xuan Yin Sect has gone too far! How dare you raid my sect's mine! Today, I will make sure you leave with your dog's life!" The Blazing Sun Sword roared, cleaving away a ghostly claw that was reaching for his heart with a single strike, and then unleashing another sharp sword aura towards where Blood Butcher was hiding.

"Hehehe... Old devil Lieyang, stop spouting nonsense!" Xue Tu let out a piercing laugh, his figure transforming into a bloody shadow to dodge the sword energy. "It's clearly your Heavenly Sword Sect trying to monopolize the secret realm, killing to silence witnesses! Who lives and who dies today is still unknown!"

The two exchanged insults, but their actions were equally ruthless. The surrounding battles were equally brutal.

While the sword formation formed by the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect was indeed fierce, the cultivators of the Profound Yin Sect had strange techniques, with all sorts of insidious spells and filthy magical artifacts appearing one after another. In addition, the number of people was about equal, and the two sides fought fiercely and evenly, with people falling down with screams every moment.

The conflict started suddenly but was extremely fierce. Following the clues from the "secret order," the Heavenly Sword Sect patrol team increased their patrol efforts near the Ghostly Soul Valley and indeed "bumped into" the sneaky Xuan Yin Sect reconnaissance team.

With old and new grudges combined, coupled with the preconceived notion of a "sneak attack," the Heavenly Sword Sect cultivators attacked without hesitation. The Profound Yin Sect, however, felt that the Heavenly Sword Sect was deliberately causing trouble to prevent them from exploring the "secret realm," and they were equally resolute.

The minor friction was like a spark falling into a pot of oil, instantly igniting a full-scale battle. By the time Lieyangjian and Xuetu arrived, the situation was already out of control.