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Jian Wuji's eyes flickered as he stared intently at Shen Mo, trying to find a flaw in his expression, but Shen Mo's eyes were as deep as an ancient well, calm and undisturbed.

Master Xuan Yang stroked his beard, seemingly lost in thought. Old Ancestor Hei Sha, on the other hand, looked at Shen Mo suspiciously, then at the increasingly solid stone gate, somewhat hesitant.

"Hmph, all talk and no action!" Jian Wuhen couldn't help but sneer from within the Heavenly Sword Sect's camp. "Who knows if you've laid a trap inside?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Tie flew into a rage, his neck stiffening as he roared, "Bullshit! Our sect leader's word is law! If he says we'll be last, we'll be last! If your Heavenly Sword Sect is going to chicken out, then get out of here now and stop spewing nonsense!"

"Insolence!" A disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect behind Jian Wuhen shouted sternly.

Jin Hao stepped forward, his hand on the hilt of his sword. Though it was not yet drawn, the chilling sword intent had already locked onto his opponent.

Mu Qingqing quietly crushed a pill from her sleeve. A faint fragrance wafted through the air, calming the mind and also containing a detoxifying effect, to guard against poisoning by the Xuan Yin Sect.

Zhou Yi subtly moved his feet, seemingly unintentionally, yet subtly aligning with the formation's orientation.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Elder Wuhen, please calm down." Jian Wuji raised his hand to stop his subordinate. He gave Shen Mo a deep look, then suddenly smiled and said, "Sect Leader Shen is of noble character, which I admire. In that case, my Heavenly Sword Sect will trust Sect Leader Shen this time. But I wonder what the fellow Daoists from the Blazing Sun Sect, the Profound Ice Pavilion, and the Profound Yin Sect think?"

The ball was kicked away again. Master Xuan Yang chuckled: "I naturally have no objection; let's see what fate brings."

A female elder from the Xuanbing Pavilion coldly said, "The Xuanbing Pavilion only seeks to verify the Dao, not to compete for precedence."

The Black Fiend Ancestor's eyes darted around, and he chuckled, "If none of you are in a hurry, then I am even less in a hurry!"

A verbal exchange, seemingly settled, actually concealed a more turbulent undercurrent. Shen Mo's strategic retreat transformed Qingyun Sect from a target of public criticism into a transcendent entity, but also placed him in the disadvantageous position of being the "last to enter."

The various factions were suspicious of each other, and no one was willing to be the first to pave the way, so the situation was temporarily deadlocked. All the focus was on the ancient stone gate that was about to solidify completely.

As the sun set, it dyed the Fallen Star Plains a blood-red hue. The illusory stone gate grew clearer, revealing even the faint, ancient carvings on it, and the spatial fluctuations it emitted caused the surrounding space to distort slightly.

Shen Mo stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the stone gate, his robes fluttering in the rising evening breeze. Su Xiao whispered, "Sect Leader, are we really going to be the last ones to go in?"

A barely perceptible smile curved Shen Mo's lips: "Junior Sister Xiao, guess what the first person to push open that door will see?"

Su Xiao paused, seemingly lost in thought.

Not far away, Jian Wuji gripped his sword hilt, his knuckles white. Xuan Yang Shangren stroked his beard, his eyes gleaming. Black Fiend Ancestor licked his lips, his venomous gaze sweeping over everyone.

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The night in Falling Star Plain was ignited by a ray of light that tore through the heavens and earth.

At the exact moment of midnight, the majestic stone gate at the entrance of Wanfayuan trembled violently, and the ancient carvings on the gate lit up one by one, finally transforming into a curtain of light that stretched across the heavens and the earth amidst a deafening roar.

The radiant light surged forth like a celestial river pouring down, and the vast Daoist aura mixed with ancient pressure swept across all directions. Cultivators who were close by were directly blown away, and those with slightly weaker cultivation levels experienced their blood churning and their faces showing horror.

The light screen stabilized, taking on a water-ripple shape, with light and shadow flowing within. Faintly visible were phantom images of mountains and rivers, broken runes, and even fragments of laws streaking across the sky like meteors, causing space to continuously distort.

"The entrance is open!" someone shouted, and the crowd stirred, with countless greedy, fearful, and fanatical eyes turning towards the light screen.

However, no one dared to make a move. The oppressive force emanating from the light barrier was too strong, and the atmosphere of the world behind the door was far too unfamiliar and dangerous.

In the midst of the deathly silence, the Qingyun Sect's forces stirred.

Shen Mo, his green robe fluttering slightly, walked calmly towards the light screen. Behind him, more than ten disciples, including Su Xiao, Shi Tie, Jin Hao, Mu Qingqing, and Zhou Yi, followed closely, each with a calm expression and firm steps, a stark contrast to the restlessness of the cultivators from other forces around them.

"Sect Leader Shen, you have quite the nerve!" The Xuan Yang Elder of the Blazing Sun Sect narrowed his eyes, his tone probing, "Aren't you afraid there's a trap behind that door?"

Shen Mo did not stop walking. He turned his head and smiled calmly: "Whether it is a destiny or a calamity, we must see for ourselves. If Fellow Daoist Xuan Yang has any doubts, you may wish to observe for a while longer."

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped into the light screen, his figure disappearing like ripples on water.

Without hesitation, Su Xiao and the others entered the light screen one by one.

"Hmph, playing tricks!" Jian Wuhen of the Heavenly Sword Sect sneered. "Sect Master, we..."

Jian Wuji raised his hand to stop him, staring intently at the light screen: "No rush. Let the Qingyun Sect scout ahead for us."

On the other side, the Black Fiend Ancestor of the Xuan Yin Sect cackled, "A bunch of fools! The treasure waits for no one! My lads, charge with me!"

With a wave of his hand, he led a group of evil cultivators, howling as they charged toward the light screen.

With someone taking the lead, the scene instantly spiraled out of control. The Blazing Sun Sect, the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Profound Ice Pavilion, and other forces large and small could no longer contain themselves and rushed towards the entrance, fearing that if they were a step too late, the opportunity would be snatched up.

Within the Abyss of Ten Thousand Laws lies another world.

The sky was a distorted, colorful aurora, the earth was riddled with cracks, and floating boulders and reversed waterfalls could be seen everywhere. Fragments of broken laws, like living fireflies, danced erratically in the air, bursting out dangerous energy ripples when they collided.

The air was filled with an ancient, chaotic, yet infinitely possible atmosphere.

The Xuan Yin Sect members who rushed in first suffered a great loss before they could even see their surroundings clearly.

"Ah! My arm!" A wicked cultivator accidentally touched a slowly drifting golden fragment, and his entire arm instantly disintegrated and vanished like a sand sculpture, without even having time to let out a second scream.

"Watch out for those points of light!" Old Ancestor Black Fiend was both shocked and furious. He waved his sleeve and unleashed a poisonous miasma, intending to shatter a few nearby fragments of law. However, the miasma was absorbed by the fragments and transformed into a ball of blazing flames that retaliated against him, causing him to scream and dodge in a sorry state.

The other forces that followed fared no better. The disciples of the Blazing Sun Sect habitually formed a defensive array, but their fire shields attracted even more fragments containing the laws of ice and cold, instantly freezing several of them.

The Heavenly Sword Sect disciple unleashed a torrent of sword energy, shattering a seemingly harmless, transparent fragment that caused a small-scale spatial collapse, instantly engulfing the two individuals. Screams, cries of alarm, and the sounds of energy explosions filled the air, creating chaos at the entrance.

In stark contrast to them were the members of the Qingyun Sect.

Shen Mo stood with his hands behind his back on a relatively stable boulder, calmly surveying this bizarre and wonderful world.

The disciples stood in a specific formation, each holding a jade slip in their hand, which was the "Travels of Ancestor Liuyun Wanfayuan (Fragment)" that Shen Mo had "compiled" in advance.

"Three zhang to the left front, there's a spatial fold, avoid it." Su Xiao's cold voice rang out, and at the same time, her fingertip touched the jade slip. Everyone moved to the side in unison, and as soon as they left their original spot, that space twisted like wrinkled silk.

"There's a cluster of fragments of the Blazing Sun Law above. Contain the fire and activate the 'Moistening Water Technique'," Mu Qingqing said quickly. She took the lead in activating the technique, and cool water vapor rose around her.

A fragment, radiating intense heat and shaped like a small sun, floated overhead, seemingly affecting this group of... Lacking interest in its target, it turned its attention away and flew away.

Shi Tie, carrying his axe, stared wide-eyed as he watched a Heavenly Sword Sect disciple being chased and scrambled for cover by several incredibly sharp golden fragments. He grinned and said, "Hehe, our ancestor is still the most reliable! This notebook is more effective than any talisman!"