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At this moment, even core elders like Han Lin and Su Xiao felt their breathing quicken slightly. The envoys from various forces below were utterly dumbfounded, their hearts filled with shock and disbelief!

This move by the Lieyang Sect is tantamount to an open declaration that the Qingyun Sect has joined the ranks of the first-class forces in the Southern Region of the Eastern Wilderness, and is recognized by them as the second largest force in the region, second only to the Lieyang Sect!

All eyes were fixed on Shen Mo.

Shen Mo remained calm as he stood up and walked gracefully into the hall. He first bowed to Master Xuan Yang, then accepted the token, scroll, key, and invitation with both hands.

He immersed his consciousness into the scroll, and indeed, as Xuan Yang had said, the terms were clear and even quite generous. He raised his head, meeting Xuan Yang's profound gaze, smiled slightly, and his clear, melodious voice resonated throughout the entire hall:

"Many thanks to Senior Chiyang for his kindness, and many thanks to Elder Xuanyang for witnessing this. We, Shen Mo and Qingyun Sect, are deeply grateful for your sect's gracious intentions. The contents of the agreement are fair and just, and our sect accepts them. Cooperation in the market is mutually beneficial and win-win, which is excellent."

"The Golden Elixir Ceremony is a grand event for cultivation. If the sect is not preoccupied with any major matters, I, Shen, will certainly go there in person to listen to the ancestral teachings and enlighten my mind."

Neither humble nor arrogant, calm and composed. He accepted the "generous gifts" and "recognition" from the Lieyang Sect, yet maintained an independent stance of not being subservient or unequal.

Master Xuan Yang gave Shen Mo a deep look, as if trying to see a hint of pride or fear in his eyes, but he only saw a bottomless calm.

He inwardly praised, "This young man is indeed extraordinary," and his smile widened further: "Sect Leader Shen is a man of few words, Xuan Yang admires him! In that case, I shall return to my sect to report! I look forward to discussing the Dao with Sect Leader Shen over wine at the Dharma Assembly! Farewell!"

"Elder, please take care." Shen Mo nodded slightly and personally escorted Venerable Xuan Yang to the outside of the hall.

After the magnificent procession of the Lieyang Sect envoy disappeared into the clouds, the council hall fell into a deathly silence, which was then broken into an uncontrollable uproar of exclamations and discussions, like a tsunami!

The gazes of the envoys from all sides towards Shen Mo and the Qingyun Sect members had completely changed! If there was some observation, probing, or even jealousy before, now there was only deep awe, shock, and an indescribable complexity left!

The Qingyun Sect, originally an inconspicuous cornerstone, has become a heavyweight in the Eastern Wilderness Southern Region's landscape, one that no one can ignore, thanks to the personal blessing of the Lieyang Sect!

Shen Mo looked around, taking in the various expressions of everyone, but felt no joy in his heart. Instead, he felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on him.

The "gift" from the Blazing Sun Sect is far too generous! So generous that it could crush any sect without the corresponding strength.

This was not just recognition; it put Qingyun Sect in a completely dangerous position, making it a thorn in the side of all ambitious people, all jealous people, and all forces with designs on the secret realm!

"Elder Han, please see the envoys off on my behalf and officially announce the contents of the 'Boundary Demarcation Convention.' Junior Sister Xiao, Qingyan, Junior Brother Tie, Xiaocao, Sun Hao, and Xiong Meng, come with me to the rear hall. The rest of you, each perform your duties, strictly guard the mountain gate, and do not move without orders!"

......

a few days later.

The grandeur of Qingyun Mountain today far surpasses the bustling scene of the past few days when various parties came to pay homage.

As the sun rises, countless golden rays pierce through the sea of ​​clouds, illuminating the entire main peak like a celestial palace. From the mountain gate archway all the way to the "Wen Dao Ping" at the summit, everything is paved with the finest "Qing Xin Nuan Yu" (pure and warm jade), so smooth it reflects light like a mirror.

Along both sides of the road, every ten steps there stands a giant bronze cauldron, inside which burns "Mind-Concentrating Incense," a special product of Li Xiaocao Dantang. The smoke curls up and the fragrance is clear and far-reaching, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Countless colorful spiritual flowers, cultivated by lower-level disciples with their spiritual power, bloomed in profusion, their vibrant colors transforming the mountain path into a dazzling flower corridor.

Thousands of Qingyun Sect disciples, both inner and outer disciples, donned brand-new standard blue robes and stood spiritedly on both sides of the mountain path and around the square.

Their faces beamed with barely suppressed excitement and pride; they stood ramrod straight, their eyes burning with intensity.

In the air, dozens of highly skilled disciples, riding flying swords or wielding flying magical artifacts, with their robes fluttering, patrolled back and forth like celestial generals, maintaining order and adding to the celestial aura.

The main peak square, on the "Wen Dao Ping" (Seeking the Way Platform), was already properly arranged. In the center stood a nine-zhang-high white marble altar, carved with dragons and phoenixes, on which was enshrined the tablet of Patriarch Liuyun. Incense smoke swirled around the altar, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

In front of the altar were hundreds of neatly arranged sandalwood tables, on which were displayed a dazzling array of spiritual fruits and immortal wines, all of which were the finest treasures from the sect's collection.

What's even more eye-catching is that a "martial arts demonstration area" and a "various arts display area" have been temporarily set up on the east and west sides of the square.

In the martial arts training area, the arena, crafted from cold ironwood, gleamed with a cold light; in the arts and crafts area, alchemy furnaces, cauldrons, array plates, spiritual plants, and other items were neatly categorized and awaited display.

Such a scale and such a grand spectacle are unprecedented since the founding of the Qingyun Sect! All of this is for today's grand ceremony, which is destined to be recorded in the sect's history—the ceremony for expanding territory and establishing prestige!

It's Chen Shi (7-9 AM), the auspicious time has arrived!

"Thump—!!!"

A magnificent and resounding bell, seemingly originating from the heavens, boomed from the summit of Zizhu Peak, its sound carrying for miles and cleansing the soul! This was the celebratory command issued by Zhao Qingyan, who personally controlled the core of the mountain-protecting array, using the "Divine Bell of Startling Gods"!

The bell tolled nine times, its lingering sound echoing among the mountains. In an instant, at the mountain gate, the disciples of the ritual music, who had been prepared, played welcoming celestial music in unison.

The clear and melodious sounds of silk and bamboo instruments, accompanied by the clear cries of cranes and the low roars of auspicious beasts, intertwine to create a magnificent chapter of a prosperous era.

"Welcome, Sect Leader! Welcome, Elders!"

Amidst the thunderous cheers of thousands of disciples, Sect Leader Shen Mo, along with all the Foundation Establishment stage elders and deacons from various halls, including Han Lin, Su Xiao, Shi Tie, Zhao Qingyan, and Li Xiaocao, slowly emerged from the main hall and ascended the central altar.

Today, Shen Mo was not wearing the gorgeous sect leader's robes, but rather a simple blue Taoist robe, which was meticulously starched and spotless.

His complexion was rosy, his breathing was deep and his gaze was peaceful yet profound. After more than a month of recuperation, the injuries from the battle in the secret realm had been fully healed, and his cultivation seemed to have improved even more, with a faint sense of perfect harmony and reaching a bottleneck.

He stood at the very front of the altar, adorned with little, yet possessing an aura of profound and unyielding mastery that commanded respect. Behind him, the elders were also radiant and full of spirit, their faces solemn and proud.

"Ritual! Offering sacrifices to the Ancestral Master!" The master of ceremonies was Elder Han Lin himself. He had white hair and beard, a solemn face, and a loud voice that contained spiritual power, which resounded throughout the entire venue.

Shen Mo took three steps forward, stood before the memorial tablet of Patriarch Liuyun, burned incense, bowed, and performed three bows and nine kowtows. His movements were slow and solemn, every detail filled with respect for the founding patriarch.

The entire place was completely silent, save for the faint crackling of burning incense and the melodious music.

"Disciple Shen Mo, leading the current disciples of Qingyun Sect, respectfully informs the spirit of Ancestor Liuyun in heaven."

Shen Moqing's clear voice rang out, not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears, carrying a strange power of comfort and encouragement: "Blessed by our ancestor and with the help of our fellow disciples, we have overcome many hardships and finally stood tall in the southern region of the Eastern Wilderness, expanding our territory by six hundred miles and gaining recognition from all sides."

"This is not the achievement of this disciple alone, but the result of the concerted efforts and hard work of the entire sect!"

"Today, at the ancestral temple, we offer our respects to the departed spirits and celebrate with all disciples! May the spirit of our ancestral master never forget us, and may our lineage flourish and endure!"

As he finished speaking, Shen Mo inserted the long incense stick in his hand into the incense burner, and the green smoke rose straight up, as if reaching the heavens.

"May our lineage prosper and endure!" Thousands of disciples below the stage, regardless of seniority, shouted in unison, their voices rising like a tidal wave and soaring into the sky, filled with boundless aspirations and unwavering faith in the future.