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Just as the two began to circulate their cultivation techniques, the Myriad Laws Source Pearl on the jade platform seemed to have found its home, emitting a joyful and affectionate chirping sound!

It emitted an incomparably gentle light that illuminated the entire Myriad Laws Abyss, and voluntarily detached itself from the jade platform, transforming into a stream of light. It first circled around Shi Tie, as if sensing his simple and profound aura, and trembled slightly, as if expressing its approval.

Then, it gently landed in Su Xiao's slightly raised, trembling hands, which were trembling with nervousness.

The Source Pearl felt warm and smooth to the touch, not heavy at all, yet it made Su Xiao feel as if she were holding up the entire world. Countless profound insights and vast information about the laws flowed gently into her sea of ​​consciousness like a trickle, without causing any discomfort.

She felt a strange connection with the entire Wanfayuan.

The illusory figure of the Patriarch nodded slightly, and the grand Daoist voice resounded once more:

"Excellent. The Abyss of Ten Thousand Laws was originally the place where I expounded the Dharma and verified the Great Dao, which I reserved for those with affinity. Now I bestow it upon you, to protect my lineage and glorify our great family."

After speaking, the enormous phantom began to blur, and finally vanished with a "bang," turning into a dazzling rain of light that fell from the sky.

This rain of light contained extremely pure spiritual energy and fragments of the Great Dao, but strangely, it seemed to have a spirit, and the vast majority of them fell precisely on each Qingyun Sect disciple!

"Ugh!" "!" Shi Tie felt a warm sensation all over his body, and the fatigue from crossing the bridge earlier was swept away. The bottleneck that had kept him stuck in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage for so long was starting to loosen! His originally somewhat mixed earth elemental power was refined into something incredibly pure by the rain of light.

Bathed in the rain of light, Su Xiao felt her consciousness clearer than ever before, and her understanding of the cultivation technique deepened several levels in an instant. Her cultivation level naturally rose to the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage! The Origin Pearl in her hand shone with a restrained light and lay obediently in her palm.

Jin Hao, Mu Qingqing, Zhou Yi and all the other disciples benefited greatly, some breaking through in cultivation, some understanding key points, and some improving their physique. They were all overjoyed and their auras soared.

This miraculous sight did not stop within the Abyss of Ten Thousand Laws!

Beyond the abyss, above the Falling Star Plain, the previously chaotic sky was suddenly enveloped in endless rosy clouds and auspicious colors!

Auspicious clouds floated, celestial music lingered, and a myriad of rays of light, as if possessing a life of their own, spread and bloomed in all directions from the location of the Qingyun Sect disciples!

Golden phantoms of spiritual springs gushed from the ground, and dew-like spiritual liquid condensed in the air. The barren land was instantly covered with spiritual flowers and exotic herbs!

Strange celestial phenomena enveloped the land for thousands of miles! It was as if a divine miracle had descended!

"Oh my god! What happened?"

"It's an auspicious omen! A truly auspicious omen! The Qingyun Sect... the Qingyun Sect has received an unparalleled blessing!"

"The Patriarch has manifested! It really is Patriarch Liuyun manifesting! Qingyun Sect is the orthodox sect! It is the orthodox sect of the Great Dao!" All the people left behind outside the abyss were stunned, and many rogue cultivators couldn't help but kneel down and kowtow.

Inside the abyss, all was deathly silent.

In stark contrast are the other forces.

Master Xuan Yang of the Lieyang Sect had a pale golden face. His fingers, which were twirling his beard, trembled slightly. Finally, he let out a long sigh and bowed solemnly towards the direction of the Qingyun Sect, which was also the place where the "Ancestral Master's Dharma Image" in the dark had disappeared.

Behind him, the usually arrogant Crimson Flame Guards were completely silent, many of them even showing a hint of bewilderment and awe.

The tide had turned, the patriarch had manifested his divine power, and heaven and earth bore witness to it. This was no longer a sectarian struggle, but a matter concerning the lineage of the Dao and the "Mandate of Heaven," leaving him no choice but to bow his head.

The two female elders of the Xuanbing Pavilion exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock and complexity in each other's eyes. They silently led the Hanyu Guards back a distance, adopting an extremely humble posture, clearly having given up any desire to compete and even harboring thoughts of making peace.

The Black Fiend Ancestor was in the worst state. He huddled in the shadows in a corner, his face ashen, his body writhing in poisonous miasma. He was no longer the arrogant man he had been before.

He stared intently at the Source Pearl in Su Xiao's hand, his eyes a mixture of greed and fear, but in the end, he couldn't even muster the slightest thought of snatching it.

Under such a "miracle," he felt like a maggot in a sewer, unable to see the light, and that the slightest carelessness would mean the destruction of his soul and body. He secretly made a hand gesture, leading his remaining evil cultivator subordinates, trying to slip away in the chaos.

However, everyone's gaze eventually and unconsciously fell on the most forlorn and dazzling figure in the arena: Jian Wuji.

The newly appointed sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, a recognized sword genius in the Southern Region, now seemed to have lost his backbone. His hair was disheveled, his robes were stained with blood, and his once sharp, sword-like eyes were now empty and lifeless. He was staring intently at the Source Pearl in Su Xiao's hand, which shone with restrained brilliance, and at the group of Qingyun Sect disciples who were shrouded in rosy light and seemed to have been ordained by fate.

His natal flying sword, "Autumn Water," hummed, as if weeping, or urging its master to regroup. But Jian Wuji's hand didn't even have the strength to grip the hilt.

"The lineage... the destiny... hahaha..." He suddenly let out a hoarse laugh, more unpleasant than crying, filled with endless absurdity and self-mockery. "My Heavenly Sword Sect, established for a thousand years, with swords pointing to the heavens, boasting of being the best at killing, seeking to carve out a bright and clear world with the sword in our hands! But today... today I realize..."

He abruptly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, appearing as if possessed: "What is the sword? What is the Dao? Before such a magnificent destiny and the overwhelming force of cause and effect, whom can this sword in my hand slay? And for what purpose?!"

He pursued the ultimate swordsmanship, a sharp edge that could cut through all obstacles. But now, what hindered him was not a powerful enemy, but an invisible, vast, and seemingly predetermined "destiny"!

His lifelong beliefs were shattered in the face of a series of incredible "miracles"—"the manifestation of the patriarch," "the recognition of the source pearl as the master," and "the celebration of heaven and earth"!

"Clang—!"

A crisp yet piercing metallic thud rang out.

The "Autumn Water Sword," which had accompanied him in battle for many years and was regarded as his life, slipped from his powerless hand, fell onto the cold rock, bounced twice, and then remained still, its spiritual light dimmed.

"metropolitan!"

"Limitless!"

The elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect, including Jian Wuhen and Jian Wuchen, were shocked and rushed forward to help him up.

"Get out of my way!" Jian Wuji flung them away, staggering back a few steps, spitting out another mouthful of blood, his body swaying precariously. He didn't even glance at his beloved sword on the ground, but stared intently at the Qingyun Sect members, especially the terrifyingly calm figure in green robes, Shen Mo.

"Shen Mo... Shen Mo!" His voice was hoarse, filled with resentment and an indescribable despair. "You won... you won a long time ago! From the moment you fabricated that myth of the Flowing Cloud Ancestor... no!"

"Perhaps you've been weaving this net since you took over that dilapidated sect! What a huge net! What a ruthless scheme! Using the entire Southern Region as the chessboard, and the Myriad Laws Abyss as bait! I, Jian Wuji... am impressed! Haha... hahahaha..."

He appeared deranged, his Dao heart clearly having suffered irreparable damage. The members of the Heavenly Sword Sect were ashen-faced; the sect leader's shattered Dao heart was more despairing to them than the loss of the Source Pearl.

The entire abyss was silent. Only Jian Wuji's maniacal laughter and the soft rustling of spirit rain falling to the ground could be heard.

The cultivators from other factions were filled with excitement; their gazes towards the Qingyun Sect members were now completely replaced by awe and fervor. The rogue cultivators were trembling with excitement; what they had witnessed today was something they could boast about for a lifetime!

This is the true aura of an immortal being, destined by Heaven!

The Qingyun Sect disciples, at the center of the storm, quickly calmed down after their initial excitement. Shi Tie scratched his head and whispered to Su Xiao, "Senior Sister Su, this bead... it's quite warm, isn't it? It's just a little hot to the touch, with so many people staring at us..."

Su Xiao gripped the Source Pearl tightly, feeling its vast yet gentle power, her gaze unwavering as she looked at the ever-upright figure in the blue robe ahead. She knew that the true pillar of strength was never this Source Pearl, but their sect leader.

Shen Mo remained standing at the back of the crowd, the sunset glow falling upon him, illuminating his calm expression. He looked at his excited disciples and his dejected opponents, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

The myth has been created.

From this moment on, Qingyun Sect is the legitimate lineage of Ancestor Liuyun, recognized by Heaven and Earth. It will no longer be a self-proclaimed fact, but a fact that the entire Southern Region of the Eastern Wilderness must acknowledge!

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