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Deep within the Black Stone Village mine, the seeping rock walls reflected the scattered miners' lamps like the damp throat of a wild beast. Shi Tie wiped the mud and water splattered on his face and slammed his pickaxe into a crack in the rock.

"clang--!"

The sparks exploded, and a crystal the size of a baby's fist, with a milky white halo flowing inside, popped out. Wang Ergou cried out "Ouch!" and hurriedly caught it. The crystal was warm to the touch, and the halo seemed to have a life of its own, slowly rotating.

"Master! This stone can move!" Wang Ergou was so frightened he almost dropped it.

Shi Tie snatched it away, his rough fingers pointing at the surface of the crystal, his brows furrowed in worry. He tried to infuse it with a trace of spiritual energy.

"Buzz..."

The crystal suddenly lit up, and a milky white halo was projected onto the opposite rock wall, forming an extremely blurry figure of a sword-wielding person, as if separated by thousands of miles.

The starting stance vaguely resembles the "Cloud Rising Stance" of the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique, but the sword path suddenly becomes unpredictable and difficult to understand in the middle section. As the sword tip trembles, some starlight is scattered, carrying a Daoist charm that is both familiar and unfamiliar.

"The...the Grandmaster has appeared?!" Wang Ergou's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down. Several miners nearby were even more dumbfounded, their pickaxes clattering to the ground.

Shi Tie's heart pounded wildly. This method of channeling energy was clearly based on the Flowing Cloud Heart Sutra, but this sword technique... He suddenly remembered that a month ago, the sect leader Shen Mo had wandered alone in this mine until late at night. At that time, he wondered what was so interesting about this godforsaken place.

"Shut up!" Shi Tie growled, suppressing his surprise and doubt. He carefully wrapped the crystal in a soft cloth. "Er Gou! You go personally and immediately fetch Elder Zhao Qingyan! Remember, do it quietly, don't make a sound!"

Inside the Ink Rhyme Pavilion, candlelight flickered.

The crystal rested on a table covered with brocade, and the illusory image had been displayed in a loop more than ten times. Zhao Qingyan traced the path of light in the air with her fingertips, her delicate brows furrowed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"The sword path subtly corresponds to the changes of the stars in the heavens, seemingly a fragment of the long-lost 'Star Flow Sword Technique'... But the way spiritual energy circulates..." she pondered, her tone filled with uncertainty.

"It's 'The Return of All Laws to the Flow'." Li Xiaocao's voice trembled slightly as she pushed a tattered page of an ancient book under the lamp. "Look at the rhythmic fluctuations of the spiritual light at the Zhongting acupoint in the illusory image; it's almost identical to the circulation method recorded in the 'Record of Myriad Laws and Sages' fragment from the Hundred Treasures Pavilion!"

Han Lin's hand trembled, and the teacup crashed to the ground, shattering into pieces. "Could it be... could it be that Ancestor Liuyun really created an unparalleled sword technique in the Abyss of Ten Thousand Laws?" His voice was hoarse with excitement.

"It might not be that simple." Su Xiao remained relatively calm, pointing her slender finger to the extremely blurry outline of an ornament on the illusory figure's waist. "Notice that pattern. Although it's not clear, it looks very much like the insignia of the Xuan Yin Sect's 'Netherworld Guard.' Yet, within this sword intent, there's also a faint, chilling aura of the Heavenly Sword Sect's 'Breaking Army Sword Technique'..."

A chill ran down everyone's spines. A crystal that had appeared out of nowhere seemed to be a fusion of several martial arts techniques? Shen Mo, who had been standing silently by the window, slowly turned around, a faint golden-blue light gathering at his fingertips, and gently touched the crystal.

The moment the spiritual light touched the crystal, the illusory image on the wall suddenly solidified by half, and the tip of the sword held by the figure clearly pointed to the northeast, which was the location of the legendary Abyss of Ten Thousand Laws!

"Seale the mine." Shen Mo withdrew his finger, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority. "If even a single word of what happened today is leaked..."

His gaze swept over everyone present, and another intact teacup on the table silently turned into a pinch of fine powder.

However, word still got out.

Three days later, the largest teahouse in Black Wind Town, "Baixiao Teahouse," was packed with people. The storyteller, spittle flying, slammed his gavel with a deafening roar: "...In the blink of an eye! When Elder Shi struck with his pickaxe, guess what? A myriad of rays of light and a thousand auspicious streaks appeared! The patriarch's sword spirit manifested! That swordsmanship, wow, unheard of, unseen!"

Below the stage, the spies from Burning Heaven Valley were so shocked that they dropped their teapots, and the jade slip in the hands of the Heavenly Sword Sect steward was cracked.

Adding to the chaos was the Xuan Yin Sect, who quickly unearthed a broken stone tablet from their secret treasury and confidently claimed that the inscription recorded that "the Netherworld Guardians once protected the Dharma for all sages and saints!"

The Black Fiend Ancestor even personally went to the gates of Qingyun Mountain and shouted, "Sect Leader Shen! Your sect's founder and my sect's forefathers were bosom friends. They should explore the sacred abyss together and comprehend the Great Dao together!"

Despite the rampant rumors circulating outside, the Qingyun Sect remained unusually silent. Only observant disciples noticed that Sect Leader Shen Mo had recently been frequently climbing the Sword Sharpening Cliff alone, carrying an object covered in black cloth. Whenever the moonlight shone down, the shadows of swords could be faintly seen flowing beneath the black cloth, exuding a chilling Daoist aura.

"Master, what are you thinking? Give me a straight answer!" Shi Tie had been holding back for several days, and finally couldn't help but approach Shen Mo during his patrol.

Shen Mo stopped and gently lifted a corner of the black cloth—it wasn't some kind of ancestral treasure at all, but clearly just an ordinary piece of ore, only its surface was carefully coated with a special fluorescent paint and embedded with tiny illusion arrays!

"I'll smash his brains out!" Shi Tieyan glared, waving his fan-like hand. "So many eyes saw it clearly! Besides, the Xuan Yin Sect even dug up the stele, how could it be fake?"

Shen Mo chuckled, his gaze drifting towards the misty clouds in the northeast. There, Zhao Qingyan was leading the elite disciples of the Array Hall, utilizing the terrain to set up the final and most extensive "Mirage Array."

At the heart of the formation, the "fake crystal" shimmered under the moonlight with a dazzling halo identical to that of the legend of "all laws returning to their source," awaiting the next "destined one."

Several days later, on the northeastern edge of the Black Wind Mountains.

A group of cultivators from the Blazing Sun Sect cautiously traversed the dense forest, led by a middle-aged cultivator with a wiry face. "Be alert! According to the information we bought, the location indicated by the crystal is nearby!"

Suddenly, the disciple scouting ahead cried out in alarm, "Senior Brother Liu! Come quick!"

The crowd gathered around and saw a hidden mountain hollow where the ground emitted a faint milky white halo, which was very similar to the light of the crystal in the legends. There was also a faint Taoist charm in the air that calmed the mind.

"There really is a treasure!" Senior Brother Liu was overjoyed and was about to step forward when suddenly his foot slipped into the air! "Oh no! It's a trap!"

The ground collapsed, revealing a deep pit filled with sharp spikes. At the same time, mist rose from all around, and the faint glint of sword light could be seen. The group fought their way out in a sorry state, barely managing to escape with their lives, each of them wounded.

"Qingyun Sect! It must be Qingyun Sect's doing!" Senior Brother Liu gritted his teeth. "They don't want us to find the true entrance to the Abyss of Myriad Laws!"

Similar incidents occurred one after another. The people of the Heavenly Sword Sect discovered a stone wall with strange sword marks carved on it by a stream, but when they tried to understand it, they were attacked by the formation. The disciples of the Profound Yin Sect found a cave based on the guidance of an "ancient stele", but after entering it, they were trapped in a maze-like formation and came out feeling weak.

All clues vaguely point to the Abyss of Ten Thousand Laws, but each exploration is accompanied by unexpected events and obstacles, as if an invisible hand is manipulating everything, making the waters even muddier.

The Qingyun Sect always remained aloof from worldly affairs, and would even occasionally "kindly" remind some friendly rogue cultivators that "the spiritual energy in a certain area has been unstable recently and there may be danger."

Shen Mo stood at the edge of the Sword Sharpening Cliff, listening to Su Xiao's report on the movements of all parties and various rumors, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Rumors snowball, growing bigger and bigger, and when everyone believes them without question, the false becomes the true. All he needs is patience, to wait for the right moment to ignite this pot of boiling water completely.

"Sect Leader, what should we do next..." Su Xiao asked softly.

"Wait." Shen Mo replied with only one word, his gaze still fixed on the northeast, where the winds of change were gathering.