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Meanwhile, in the alchemy room of the Pill Hall, Mu Qingqing was carefully holding a newly cultivated "Star-Patterned Grass" with golden spots on its leaves, asking Li Xiaocao for advice.

"Uncle-Master Li, the medicinal properties of this Star-Patterned Grass seem to be milder than described in the ancient texts, yet it contains 30% more stellar power. If we use it to refine the 'Starlight Pill,' perhaps it can reduce the burden on our divine sense?"

Looking into Mu Qingqing's inquisitive eyes, Li Xiaocao seemed to see a reflection of her younger self. Filled with affection, she patiently explained, "Your observations are very meticulous. The medicinal properties of mutated spiritual herbs need to be explored anew; we can't simply copy from ancient texts. Come, let your uncle teach you how to use the 'Hundred Flowers Dew Method' to test the compatibility of its medicinal properties..."

An old man and a young man were immersed in the profound world of alchemy.

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Behind the main peak of Qingyun Mountain, in front of the white jade archway leading to the Liuyun Secret Realm, an area that was usually heavily guarded and rarely visited was now filled with dozens of figures.

The air was thick with a palpable tension, a mixture of excitement, tension, and anticipation. All eyes were fixed on the gate to the secret realm, which shimmered with a hazy glow and exuded an ancient, desolate aura.

Standing at the forefront were twenty disciples, including Jin Hao and Mu Qingqing. They were core and inner disciples who had distinguished themselves in this internal competition or had demonstrated outstanding performance in recent sect missions; they were the best of the younger generation of the Qingyun Sect.

At this moment, these young people, who were usually either aloof, gentle, or carefree, were all holding their breath, their faces filled with a solemn and eager expression, as if on a pilgrimage. For today, they would receive the honor that countless fellow disciples dreamed of—entering the Flowing Cloud Secret Realm for a three-day trial!

For all Qingyun disciples, this is not only an opportunity, but also a symbol of their status! The secret realm is the foundation of the sect, the greatest legacy left by Ancestor Liuyun, and the supreme holy land in the hearts of all disciples!

Shen Mo, dressed in a blue robe, stood before the entrance to the secret realm, his gaze calmly sweeping over the young and energetic faces before him.

Five Foundation Establishment elders, Han Lin, Su Xiao, Shi Tie, Zhao Qingyan, and Li Xiaocao, stood solemnly behind him. Further away, hundreds of outer and ordinary inner disciples, who had come to see him off upon hearing the news, were filled with envy.

"The time has come." Shen Mo spoke slowly, his voice clearly reaching everyone's ears, carrying a strange soothing power that instantly suppressed the slight commotion in the room. "You twenty people are the pillars of the sect, the hope for the future. Today, I allow you to enter the secret realm for trials, both as a reward and as a form of training."

He paused, his tone turning solemn: "The Flowing Cloud Secret Realm was left behind by the Ancestor, containing boundless opportunities as well as unpredictable risks. Although it has been cleared out and stabilized, the Ancestor has still laid out trials for you. After entering, you must remember three things."

The entire room was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

"First, mutual support is essential. Within this secret realm, you are all fellow disciples. You must work together to overcome difficulties and refrain from betraying your friends for personal gain, engaging in infighting and killing!"

"Second, act according to your ability. Even the best opportunities require the strength to enjoy them. If you encounter unavoidable forces, act decisively, crush the protective jade talisman, and an elder will guide you out. Do not be greedy for quick results or act rashly!"

"Third, contemplate with your heart. In this secret realm, every blade of grass, every tree, every stone, every mark may contain the essence of the patriarch's teachings. Obtaining treasures is secondary; comprehending the Dao is paramount!"

"We will obey the sect leader's decree! We will help each other, act according to our abilities, and comprehend the teachings with our hearts!" The twenty disciples responded in unison, their voices loud and clear, filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Shen Mo nodded slightly, stepped aside to make way for Zhao Qingyan. Zhao Qingyan stepped forward, formed a hand seal, and streams of light entered the white jade archway. With a humming sound, the archway shone brightly, forming a stable, rotating vortex of mist.

"Enter in turn, and remain on guard after landing, waiting for your fellow disciples!" Zhao Qingyan's cold voice rang out.

"Go!" Shen Mo commanded.

Jin Hao was the first to step out, entering the portal without hesitation, his figure instantly swallowed by the clouds. Immediately afterward, Mu Qingqing and the other disciples, filled with excitement and trepidation, filed in.

After the last disciple disappeared, the gate of light slowly returned to calm. Shen Mo and the five elders did not leave, but instead sat cross-legged at the entrance to protect them.

Three days may pass in the blink of an eye for cultivators, but for disciples in the secret realm, it may be an unforgettable experience.

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The Flowing Cloud Secret Realm, the "safe zone" that has been explored, is called the "Flowing Cloud Ancient Path".

Twenty figures appeared almost simultaneously in a strange world. The moment they landed, everyone was speechless with shock at the sight before them!

The sky wasn't azure, but rather possessed a soft, magnificent halo, as if composed of countless flowing and merging colors, undulating gently like the aurora borealis. Beneath our feet lay a wide, ancient road paved with white jade, winding forward and disappearing into the swirling clouds in the distance.

Along the ancient road, instead of ordinary rocks and vegetation, there are strange crystals of all sizes, emitting various colors of spiritual light, and dilapidated ancient architectural ruins.

The air was filled with the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth. One breath made one feel comfortable all over and one's cultivation level would increase subtly! There was also an ancient, vast and indescribable Daoist charm that permeated every inch of space, making people feel awe involuntarily.

"This... is the Flowing Cloud Secret Realm?" a disciple murmured to himself, his voice trembling.

"Such rich spiritual energy! It's several times stronger than the core area of ​​the main peak's spirit-gathering array!" Another disciple excitedly felt the active spiritual energy around him.

"Look over there! Those floating crystals look like... Spirit Source Crystals?!" A knowledgeable disciple exclaimed, pointing to a millstone-sized crystal emitting a soft white light beside the ancient road.

Everyone who looked on gasped in astonishment! Spirit Source Crystals were products of highly condensed spiritual energy; a small piece was equivalent to thousands of low-grade spirit stones, and the spiritual energy was pure and easier to absorb! And along the ancient road, similar crystals were everywhere, varying in size, yet enough to drive anyone mad!

"Silence!" Jin Hao shouted coldly, instantly pulling everyone back to reality from their shock. His sharp gaze swept across the surroundings, his hand on his sword hilt. "As the sect leader ordered, form a defensive formation and scout the surrounding environment!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples immediately suppressed their greed and quickly formed a small circular formation around Jin Hao, Mu Qingqing, and a few other strong individuals, cautiously observing their surroundings. They were all elites and knew that opportunities often came with danger.

After confirming that it was temporarily safe, the group began to slowly move forward along the Baiyu Ancient Road.

Along the way, they saw even more amazing sights: a dilapidated giant tower, hundreds of feet high, cast entirely from an unknown metal and covered with mysterious patterns; an inverted waterfall floating in mid-air with a babbling brook flowing through it; and the ruins of a medicinal garden exuding a rich medicinal fragrance and growing rare spiritual plants that had long since disappeared from the outside world...

"This...this is 'Dragon Pattern Gold'! The main material for refining magical treasures!" A disciple from the Weaponry Hall stroked a broken piece of the giant tower's remains, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Look at this soil! It contains such pure Yi wood essence! If it could be transplanted..." Mu Qingqing squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil that shimmered with light, her beautiful eyes sparkling with wonder.