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On the other side, Master Xuan Yang took in Jian Wuji's disheveled state and Qingyun Sect's composure. With his shrewd and calculating nature, the scales in his heart tipped once again.

He glanced at his eager disciple beside him and secretly transmitted his voice: "Don't rush, observe the situation. This pool is getting increasingly murky."

The Black Fiend Ancestor licked his lips, his cold gaze sweeping back and forth between the Qingyun Sect disciples and the core of the Stele Forest, seemingly plotting something.

Within the Forest of Steles, the brief conflict seemed to have subsided, but the undercurrents were surging even more fiercely. Everyone understood that the real struggle might have only just begun. And that legendary "Pearl of Myriad Laws" would become the fuse that ignited the final battle.

For the first time, Shen Mo's gaze turned with a hint of deeper meaning to the deepest part of the Stele Forest, to the place shrouded in chaotic mist.

Deep within the Forest of Ten Thousand Laws Stele, the swirling, chaotic mist suddenly surged violently, like a boiling pot. Under the tense gazes of the crowd, the mist slowly parted to both sides, revealing the scene behind it—a bridge.

A bridge that defies description.

It is not a physical entity, but rather a structure woven from countless flowing, colorful rays of light, lying across the bottomless abyss.

The bridge surface is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting bizarre and fantastical images: sometimes a fairy palace, sometimes a demonic realm, sometimes a battlefield, and sometimes a scene of love and hate.

At the other end of the bridge, hidden in the dense chaotic atmosphere, a glimmer of light, indescribable yet stirring to all, floated within, like a heart beating slowly.

"The Bridge of Ten Thousand Laws!" an elder of the Xuanbing Pavilion exclaimed in a low voice, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "Legend has it that this bridge reflects inner demons and points directly to the Dao heart! Only by crossing this bridge can one obtain the Source Pearl!"

Everyone's breathing became heavy, their gazes burning as they stared intently at the point of light at the other end of the bridge. That was the Pearl of All Laws! A supreme treasure containing the very essence of all laws!

"Hahaha! The Source Pearl is mine now!" The Black Fiend Ancestor was the first to lose his temper, letting out a wild laugh before transforming into a wisp of black smoke and rushing towards the bridgehead. A group of evil cultivators followed behind him, howling and roaring.

However, the moment the Black Fiend Ancestor stepped onto the bridge, a sudden change occurred!

The bridge surface shimmered with light, reflecting not the outside world, but the deepest fears and desires of the Black Fiend Ancestor. He saw himself die tragically at the hands of his nemesis, and he saw himself dominating the Southern Region with all people submitting to him... The illusion was incredibly real, carrying a power that struck straight to the soul.

The Black Fiend Ancestor's body trembled violently, and his face flashed with a mixture of fear, greed, and rage. The poisonous miasma around him fluctuated violently.

"Get out of my way! It's all an illusion!" he roared, forcibly urging his magic power forward. But before he could take ten steps, he spat out a mouthful of black blood, his eyes glazed over, and was thrown back by an invisible force. He landed in a sorry state, his aura weak, clearly his mind was badly injured.

His evil cultivators were even worse; some laughed maniacally, some wept bitterly, and some attacked their companions like madmen, instantly turning the place into chaos.

Everyone gasped. This Bridge of Ten Thousand Laws was truly terrifying!

Master Xuan Yang of the Lieyang Sect had a solemn expression. He gestured to one of his personal disciples beside him, "Zhao Yan, go and try. Be careful to guard your mind and don't let the external demons take advantage of you."

Zhao Yan was a rising star among the younger generation of the Blazing Sun Sect, possessing remarkable mental fortitude and cultivation. Crimson spiritual flames ignited around him as he stepped onto the bridge.

The bridge reflected his scenes of arduous cultivation, his competition with others, and his yearning for a higher realm... Sweat beaded on his forehead, but his steps remained steady as he walked about thirty feet.

Just when everyone thought he had a chance to succeed, the light on the bridge changed again, reflecting a scene he least wanted to face: his most respected master was seriously injured and dying because of his mistake!

Zhao Yan was struck dumb, his body stiffened, his eyes filled with pain and guilt, his protective spiritual flames dimmed instantly, he groaned, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and staggered back, his face pale.

"My heart is burdened with worries, and my worldly ties are not yet severed..." Master Xuan Yang sighed and shook his head.

Then, a saintess from the Xuanbing Pavilion and several self-proclaimed steadfast cultivators also tried it. Without exception, they all failed in the face of the inner demons reflected on the bridge. At best, their minds were shaken; at worst, their foundations were damaged.

Before the Wanfa Bridge, cries of anguish filled the air.

Jian Wuji's face was ashen. The Heavenly Sword Sect had suffered repeated setbacks and lost all face. If he were to back down again, the Heavenly Sword Sect would never be able to hold its head high in the Southern Region! He had to succeed!

"I'll go!" He stepped forward from the crowd, his steps firm. As a sword cultivator, his Dao heart was pure, his only focus was the sword and himself, and his confidence was impervious to demonic influence.

Stepping onto the bridge, his body was protected by the gleam of his sword. The bridge reflected the hardships he had endured in learning the sword, the humiliation of defeat against a powerful enemy, and his yearning for the supreme way of the sword...

All the scenes were shattered by his fierce sword intent! He kept moving without stopping, and his speed was even faster than Zhao Yan's. In the blink of an eye, he had already passed fifty feet!

"Sect Master is mighty!" cheered the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Jian Wuji stared intently at the light spot at the other end of the bridge, with only one thought in his mind: to obtain the Source Pearl, revitalize the Heavenly Sword Sect, and surpass Shen Mo! This firm belief transformed into an unstoppable sword intent, helping him cleave through the illusion.

Sixty feet, seventy feet... He was getting closer and closer to the end of the bridge, and the chaotic energy was right in front of him!

Sixty feet, seventy feet... He was getting closer and closer to the end of the bridge, and the chaotic energy was right in front of him!

However, when he was less than twenty feet from the end, the light on the bridge surface suddenly changed, revealing a scene of him holding a divine sword, yet betrayed by his followers, his sect destroyed, and standing alone on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!

The loneliness, the desolation, and the emptiness of his illustrious ambitions were like ice water poured over his head, fiercely impacting his sword heart!

"No! My path is solely based on the sword! How could this be!" Jian Wuji roared, unleashing his sword intent to its fullest extent, attempting to annihilate this illusion.

But this illusion stemmed from his deepest fear—the loneliness at the pinnacle of power, and the bewilderment at the end of the path! The sharper his sword intent, the clearer the illusion became!

"Pfft—!" He could no longer hold on, spitting out three mouthfuls of blood. His upright body hunched over, and he barely managed to stand by using his sword for support. His gaze towards the end of the bridge was filled with resentment and a hint of...fear. He, too, had failed.

A deathly silence fell over the bridgehead. Even Jian Wuji couldn't cross; who could?

All eyes involuntarily turned to the Qingyun Sect, which had remained inactive until now.

Shen Mo stood at the back of the crowd, his expression calm, as if the difficulties and dangers before him were irrelevant to him. He glanced at the disciples beside him, his gaze settling on Shi Tie and Su Xiao.

"Shi Tie, Su Xiao." His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached their ears.

Shi Tie was staring intently at the Wanfa Bridge, his mind racing, when he heard this and paused, pointing at himself: "Sect Leader, are you calling me? This bridge is incredibly strange, and I, Old Shi, am straightforward, so I'm afraid..."

Su Xiao hesitated slightly: "Sect Leader, this bridge tests one's Dao heart, and I fear I may fail your trust."

Shen Mo smiled faintly: "The Dao heart is not about cunning, but about sincerity. You two, go."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable trust. Shi Tie scratched his head, then stamped his foot: "Fine! If the sect leader wants me to go, I'll brave any danger!"

With that, he shouldered the axe and strode toward the bridgehead.

The hesitation in Su Xiao's eyes faded, replaced by determination. She straightened her robes and followed steadily.

The crowd erupted in uproar. Send this brute and this woman? Has Shen Mo gone mad?