Gou Zai Fei Men made up myths

However, just as the various lurking forces were terrified, thinking that the Qingyun Sect was about to create a monster that would devour everything, the light sphere suddenly stopped absorbing and began to feed back!

Extremely pure spiritual rain, almost liquid, poured down! Where the rain fell, withered trees came back to life, scorched earth sprouted new buds, and even the damaged protective array's light barrier was repaired and reinforced at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The spiritual herbs and flowers that had previously withered due to the spiritual energy tide have now stretched out their branches and leaves, radiating vitality far exceeding that of before!

Through the rain, the stone gate of the cave slowly opened. Shen Mo stepped out, his face slightly pale, but his aura was as deep as the sea, and his spiritual power was perfectly integrated, faintly resonating with heaven and earth.

With each step he took, a faint golden lotus phantom would flash and disappear in the void beneath his feet.

"Thank you all for your hard work these past few years." His gaze swept over Su Xiao, Han Lin, and the others, whose faces were filled with surprise, excitement, and even tears. His voice was calm, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying a comforting power.

The next moment, he took a step forward, and in a blur, he was already outside the mountain gate. Shi Tie, who was confronting an elder of Burning Heaven Valley, only felt a blur before his eyes, and then saw the sect leader's figure blocking his way.

Upon seeing Shen Mo appear, the elder of Burning Heaven Valley was initially startled. Sensing the unfathomable pressure emanating from him, especially the lingering aura of the earth-shattering Golden Core phenomenon, he was terrified and shouted, his voice trembling with fear, "Shen Mo! You...you've formed your Golden Core?"

"Not yet perfect." Shen Mo smiled faintly, but his gaze was as sharp as a sword. "However, eliminating a few villains is enough to reach the perfect Foundation Establishment stage."

He didn't make a move, but merely flicked his sleeve. An invisible, immense force crashed out, and the elder of Burning Heaven Valley was struck as if by a mountain. His protective aura shattered instantly, and he screamed as he was sent flying backward, crashing into half a cliff. The other spying enemies, seeing this, were terrified and scattered like birds and beasts.

Shen Mo did not pursue them. He turned around and looked at the sect, which was slightly messy but full of vitality after the turmoil. He sighed softly: "It seems that you 'guests' have been quite concerned about my Qingyun Sect during my seclusion."

"Sect Leader!" Su Xiao arrived with the crowd, her voice still trembling slightly. "You...you succeeded?" She looked at the powerful and far superior spiritual pressure emanating from Shen Mo, and although she already had the answer in her heart, she still wanted to confirm it with her own ears.

Shen Mo nodded slightly, and a golden, solid phantom, the size of a pigeon egg, condensed at his fingertips. Although it was not a physical golden core, it exuded a captivating Daoist charm.

"The nascent golden core has already formed; it only lacks the final step of nurturing it. As for you..."

His gaze swept over the crowd, lingering on Shi Tie, Zhao Qingyan, Li Xiaocao, and others. "Junior Brother Tie's cultivation is becoming increasingly refined, Junior Sister Qingyan has mastered the art of array formations, Junior Sister Xiaocao is proficient in alchemy, and Junior Sister Xiao has managed the sect's internal and external affairs in an orderly manner. I am very pleased."

He walked up to an injured disciple of the Battle Hall, and a gentle blue light emanated from his palm. The disciple immediately felt a tingling sensation at the broken bone, and the injury healed rapidly.

He offered a few words of encouragement to Zhou Yi, who had discovered the anomaly in the formation, and finally handed a jade slip to Su Xiao: "This is a combined attack formation called 'Flowing Clouds United in Heart' that I deduced during my seclusion. It can enhance the power of the battle formation. You and the elders should study and refine it."

"Sect Leader," Han Lin couldn't help but press, "that golden core..."

"The Golden Core needs a special opportunity to nurture it before it can be completely stabilized and allow one to ascend to immortality." Shen Mo smiled faintly, seemingly unconcerned.

Three days later, in the sect's main hall, Shen Mo listened attentively to Su Xiao's detailed report on the recent situation and offered affirmation and guidance to each elder and disciple.

Finally, he changed the subject: "However, our current achievements are merely the foundation. For the sect to prosper, it needs lofty ambitions."

He rose and walked towards the plaza outside the hall. In the morning light, more than a thousand disciples stood solemnly, their eyes fixed intently on their sect leader.

He raised his hand, and the Flowing Cloud Sword Intent soared into the sky, transforming into rolling clouds. Then it condensed and contracted, manifesting the enormous and eye-catching phantom of the Golden Core. The pressure emanating from it shocked all the disciples.

With a light tap of his fingertips, countless tiny specks of light fell like rain, merging into the brows of the disciples present. These were fragments of insight and guidance he had extracted based on each person's cultivation level and unique characteristics.

That night, atop the Sword-Sharpening Cliff, Shen Mo stood with his hands behind his back. Su Xiao quietly appeared and handed him a jade slip: "A secret report from the Shadow Guard indicates that the Heavenly Origin Tournament may be subject to change. The Blazing Sun Sect, the Burning Heaven Valley, and the Five Poisons Sect seem to be working together."

"As expected." Shen Mo took the jade slip without even looking at it, and with a flick of his spiritual energy, the jade slip turned into ashes. "The muddier the water, the better for catching fish."

The morning light pierced through the sea of ​​clouds at Lijian Cliff, casting a long, slender shadow of Shen Mo. He stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of the cliff, his coarse linen clothes billowing in the mountain wind, the sleeves fluttering like flowing clouds.

At your feet, the Qingyun Mountain boasts thousands of peaks vying for beauty. The furnace fires of the alchemy hall, the forging of the weapon hall, the spiritual light of the array hall, and the ink fragrance of the talisman hall intertwine to create a vibrant picture.

"Sect Leader," Su Xiao's voice came from behind, carrying a hint of relieved exhaustion, "Burning Heaven Valley and Five Poisons Sect have fallen silent."

Su Xiao handed over a confidential report: "Shadow Nine sent a message saying that they are in an uproar over the ownership of the 'Boundary Stone' and don't have the energy to cause us trouble for the time being."

Su Xiao handed over a confidential report: "Shadow Nine sent a message saying that they are in an uproar over the ownership of the 'Boundary Stone' and don't have the energy to cause us trouble for the time being."

"Not enough." Shen Mo turned around, his gaze unfathomable. "A pack of wolves, feeding them will only attract more. Junior Sister Xiao, do you know what the real threat to the Southern Region of the Eastern Wilderness truly is?"

Su Xiao was taken aback: "Blazing Sun Sect, Heavenly Sword Sect, Profound Yin Sect..."

"It's 'Order'." Shen Mo interrupted her, his fingertips tracing patterns in the air. A wisp of azure light condensed into the image of Ancestor Liuyun holding a sword, and a wisp of golden flame transformed into the arrogant posture of Blood Demon Lord. The two phantoms collided and merged, eventually collapsing into a cyan-gold seed that floated in the air.

"They use sects, cultivation levels, and resources to divide strength into weak and strong, making cultivators believe that cultivation is about currying favor with the strong and devouring the weak. If Qingyun Sect wants to break out of this situation, it has to overturn this table."

He flicked his finger, and the seed fell into Su Xiao's palm: "So, I'm going to make up a story."

Three days later, in the backyard of Dantang.

Li Xiaocao was directing her disciples to sort the newly harvested "Star-Patterned Grass" when Mu Qingqing suddenly rushed over, carrying a jade box, her cheeks flushed: "Uncle-Master! The Sect Leader gave us the recipe for the 'Hundred Flower Dew Pill'! He said it uses the 'Chaos Dew' from the Myriad Laws Abyss as a catalyst, and it can revive the dead and heal bones!"

"The Abyss of Ten Thousand Laws?" Li Xiaocao's hand trembled, and the medicine sieve fell to the ground. "Isn't that the legendary, unclaimed secret realm deepest in the Eastern Wilderness? It appeared once three hundred years ago, and not a single cultivator who went in came out!"

"But the sect leader said..." Mu Qingqing hurriedly opened the jade box, inside lay a pill the size of a longan, crystal clear like glass, containing a seven-colored glow. "He said this is the 'Dao Origin Pill' that Ancestor Liuyun refined with a drop of his heart's blood when he was comprehending the Dao in the Abyss of Myriad Laws! As long as we find the entrance to the Abyss of Myriad Laws, we can restore the glory of our ancestor!"

"Nonsense!" Li Xiaocao raised her voice, but couldn't hide the shock in her eyes. "The murderous aura of Wanfayuan is overwhelming; how can this be a child's play? Besides..."

She lowered her voice, "The sect leader has just emerged from seclusion; his foundation is not yet stable. How could he know such secrets?"

"It's true!" Mu Qingqing stamped her foot anxiously. "Senior Brother Jin Hao personally witnessed the Sect Leader drawing talismans by invoking celestial phenomena at the top of the Sword Sharpening Cliff! Don't those talismans resemble the records of the Myriad Laws Abyss?"

She unfolded a sketch, on which were drawn several ancient seal characters in a crooked manner: "All laws return to the flow, clouds rise from the blue sky."

Li Xiaocao leaned closer to examine it, and her heart skipped a beat. Although the handwriting was immature, the strokes subtly conveyed the spirit of flowing clouds and swordsmanship!