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I'm currently reading Chapter 289 of the novel "Cola Novel," and I'm completely engrossed in it.

Within the Forest of Myriad Laws Steles, radiance flowed and Daoist principles intertwined. The disciples of the Qingyun Sect each gained something, some immersed in enlightenment, others with joy on their faces, a stark contrast to the anxiety and frustration of cultivators from other forces around them.

Shi Tie sat cross-legged in front of the stone tablet that emitted a heavy yellow light, scratching his head and cheeks.

The yellow light warmed his whole body, and the earth elemental energy within him circulated on its own. But even as he stared at the winding cracks on the stone tablet, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, he still couldn't figure it out.

"Damn it, this light is comfortable, but how am I supposed to practice?" he muttered, his voice not loud, but it was particularly clear in the relatively quiet Stele Forest.

Not far away, an inner disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect heard it clearly. He had just suffered a setback in front of the sword intent stone tablet, and his chest was still aching. Now, seeing that Shi Tie, this brute, had been favored by the stone tablet and did not cherish it, a surge of anger rushed to his head.

His name was Zhao Gan, a disciple of Jian Wuhen's lineage, and he was usually arrogant and proud.

"Pah! What a lucky idiot!" Zhao Gan cursed under his breath, his jealous gaze sweeping over the Qingyun Sect members before finally settling on a stone tablet that was entirely azure blue and faintly emitted the sound of waves.

The stone tablet was not far from him, and the gentle watery aura it emitted made even someone like him, who mainly practiced the "Flowing Fire Sword Technique," feel a sense of comfort.

"Why can Qingyun Sect do it?" A crazy thought sprouted in his mind, "Shen Mo must have used some kind of trick! The Daoist aura of this stone tablet is gentle, maybe... maybe I can comprehend it too!"

Blinded by jealousy and resentment, he forgot the miserable state of his fellow disciples and quietly moved closer to the "Azure Wave Stele".

"Junior Brother Zhao! No!" A familiar senior brother noticed and hurriedly sent a telepathic message to stop him.

Zhao Gan ignored him, gritted his teeth, pressed his palm on the cold surface of the monument, and eagerly probed in with his divine sense!

"Buzz—!"

The Azure Wave Stele shone with a brilliant blue light, but it was no longer as gentle as before; instead, it became turbulent and powerful! A vast and boundless, yet chillingly cold, source of water-based laws surged into Zhao Qian's body like a river bursting its banks, violently flowing into his body along with his divine sense!

"Ah—!" Zhao Gan let out a scream that was not human, his body trembled violently, frost instantly formed on the surface of his skin, and blood streaks mixed with ice crystals overflowed from his seven orifices!

His fire-attribute spiritual power clashed violently with the extremely pure water-attribute source, causing his meridians to feel as if they were being pierced by thousands of ice needles or scorched by raging fire!

"Pfft!" He spat out a mouthful of blood, which froze into a block of ice as soon as it left his body. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily to the ground. His aura instantly weakened to the extreme, and his face turned ashen. It was clear that his Dao foundation was damaged and his cultivation level had plummeted.

"Junior Brother Zhao!" The members of the Heavenly Sword Sect were shocked and furious. They rushed forward to treat him, some feeding him medicine, others channeling spiritual energy into him, creating a chaotic scene.

Jian Wuhen's face turned ashen. He abruptly turned his head to look in the direction of Qingyun Sect, his eyes blazing with fury: "Shen Mo! What have you done!"

Shen Mo didn't even lift his eyelids, still standing with his hands behind his back, observing the Daoist aura flowing deep within the Stele Forest, as if nothing had happened.

Startled by the screams, Shi Tie turned his head, glanced at the scene, and scoffed, "Don't you know your own limitations? Jumping into a puddle like that, you'll either drown or freeze to death! Stupid!"

His words were crude but reasonable, and he spoke quite loudly, almost choking Jian Wuhen. People from other forces around him also had different expressions upon hearing this.

The people from the Blazing Sun Sect wore mocking expressions, the female cultivator from the Profound Ice Pavilion shook her head slightly, and even the Black Fiend Ancestor cackled strangely: "Little brat from the Heavenly Sword Sect, you can't rush things. Now you've turned into an ice pop, haven't you?"

Su Xiao frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "Sect Leader, I'm afraid the Heavenly Sword Sect hates us even more now."

"Let him hate," Shen Mo said calmly. "His Dao heart was not firm, and his greed led him astray. He brought disaster upon himself. We, the disciples of Qingyun Sect, should take this as a warning."

His voice clearly reached the ears of every disciple. Jin Hao, Mu Qingqing, and the others straightened up and focused their minds, concentrating on their own insights and not daring to have any distracting thoughts.

This scene deeply stung Jian Wuji. As the sect leader, his disciples had been publicly humiliated and ridiculed, causing him to lose all face. He forcibly suppressed his surging blood and anger, and turned his gaze to the core area of ​​the Stele Forest.

There, shrouded in mist, three of the most majestic stone tablets could be vaguely seen standing in a triangular formation, towering far above the other stone tablets.

The central one was completely chaotic, as if it contained the image of the world before its creation; the one on the left was radiant with golden light, as if countless phantoms of divine weapons were floating and sinking; the one on the right was glowing with azure light, full of vitality like an ancient tree reaching the sky.

The Daoist aura emanating from the three steles was as vast as the sea, and their oppressive power prevented anyone within a hundred feet from easily approaching.

"The core inheritance of the Myriad Laws Stele Forest..." A resolute glint flashed in Jian Wuji's eyes. He could not tolerate the Heavenly Sword Sect gaining nothing here, nor could he tolerate the Azure Cloud Sect taking the lead!

If he can comprehend the core stone tablet, he can not only save face, but also gain the capital to contend with or even surpass Shen Mo!

He pushed through the crowd and walked step by step toward the chaotic stone tablet. With each step, his sword intent condensed, and when he was ten feet away from the stone tablet, he had become one with his sword, his entire being resembling a divine weapon drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed!

"Sect Master, be careful!" Elder Jian Wuchen cried out in concern.

Jian Wuji seemed not to hear, standing before the stone tablet, closing his eyes, and immersing his entire mind in his sword heart, attempting to communicate with the chaotic Dao rhythm. His sword intent was pure and domineering, making him a genius that the Heavenly Sword Sect rarely saw in a hundred years. He was confident that even if he couldn't fully comprehend it, he would definitely gain something!

However, the moment his sword intent touched the Chaos Stele, it vanished like a mud ox sinking into the sea! The chaotic Daoist essence did not resist, but rather embraced it, vast and boundless, unfathomable.

His sword intent was contained within it, like a drop of water flowing into the ocean, instantly assimilated and dissolved, unable to even touch its core mysteries. Even more terrifying was that the true meaning of "nothingness" contained within the chaos began to erode his unwavering sword heart of "existence"!

"puff--!"

Before he could hold on for even three breaths, Jian Wuji's expression changed drastically. He suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of scalding blood, staining the ground in front of him red.

He staggered back several steps, only managing to stand up after being supported by Jian Wuhen. His face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was disordered, clearly indicating that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

"Wuji!" Jian Wuhen exclaimed in shock and anger.

Jian Wuji waved his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared intently at the now-calm Chaos Stone Tablet, his eyes filled with disbelief and frustration. He, who prided himself on being a sword genius, couldn't even last a moment?

"Such powerful chaotic Dao essence... beyond human comprehension..." His voice was hoarse, tinged with bitterness. Even he had been defeated; what hope did the Heavenly Sword Sect have left?

His gaze involuntarily turned towards the Qingyun Sect. Shen Mo remained calm; even Shi Tie, that brute, seemed to be reaching his peak among his disciples, the yellow light emanating from their bodies becoming increasingly solid. A strong sense of resentment and unwillingness grew in Jian Wuji's heart.

No! There's still a chance!

Jian Wuji suddenly recalled a vague record in the sect's secret manual: the ultimate core of the Myriad Laws Abyss is not these stone tablets, but a "Myriad Laws Source Pearl" containing the origin of all laws!

Whoever obtains the Source Pearl will gain partial control over the Myriad Laws Abyss, and may even... obtain the true inheritance of Ancestor Liuyun!

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms. Just because he couldn't decipher the stone tablet didn't mean he was doomed from finding the Source Pearl! As long as he found the Source Pearl, there was still hope for a turnaround! He refused to believe that Shen Mo's luck could last forever!

"Let's go!" Jian Wuji gritted his teeth and shouted, leading the Tianjian Sect members to retreat to the edge of the stele forest. They stopped trying to comprehend it and began to carefully observe the layout of the stele forest, secretly calculating the possible location where the "Myriad Laws Source Pearl" might be hidden.

He has placed all his hopes on this final battle.