Gou Zai Fei Men made up myths

Shen Mo nodded, not surprised by this.

None of the factions were fools; this place was dangerous, and they would never venture deep into it rashly. Sending scouts to observe from a distance was inevitable. He was more concerned about the scene before him.

He slowly closed his eyes, no longer using his eyes to see, but instead immersing his mind in his sea of ​​consciousness, connecting with the Myriad Laws Source Pearl, to "perceive" that area in a more mysterious way.

In an instant, the world changed in his "eyes".

No longer is it scorched black earth, deathly gray, and wandering vengeful spirits.

What he saw was a chaotic "space," cracked like a shattered mirror. Huge, irregular, pitch-black rifts stretched across the sky, their edges shimmering with dangerous spatial turbulence.

The depths of the rift are not nothingness, but rather a corner of a much larger, darker "realm" that seems to exist on its own, with rules different from the outside world.

In that realm, deathly energy permeated the air, laws were distorted, and even the flow of time seemed to become viscous and eerie.

At the edge of that realm, a dilapidated, enormous palace, seemingly constructed from a mixture of pale white bones and jet-black boulders, stood silently in the boundless darkness and deathly stillness.

The palace was severely damaged, with only a corner remaining, but it still exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

Around the palace, grayish-white mist (extremely dense death energy of reincarnation) flowed and swirled like living things, forming a huge, slowly rotating vortex.

Countless specks of light (remnants of souls, grudges) floated and wailed in the vortex, drawn in and devoured by the invisible power emanating from the palace...

Deeper within that palace, Shen Mo vaguely "saw" what appeared to be a... pool? A... platform? And a... straight, seemingly dividing the boundary between life and death... phantom?

A Soul-Cleansing Pool? A Platform for Rebirth? A Phantom of the Judge's Pen?

With just a glance, a chilling, deathly still, terrifying thought that seemed capable of freezing time and space and obliterating all life spread from that perception!

Shen Mo groaned, his face paled, and he suddenly opened his eyes, cutting off his senses.

Even with his powerful soul and the protection of the Myriad Laws Source Pearl, he was still shaken by that terrifying intent, causing his soul to tremble and his blood to surge.

"Sect Leader!" Su Xiao exclaimed, stepping forward to support him.

"It's alright." Shen Mo waved his hand, took a few deep breaths to suppress his surging blood and qi, and his eyes were filled with unprecedented solemnity and... a hint of realization.

It really is the branch hall of the Reincarnation Palace recorded in the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion! The aura and the scene are absolutely genuine! Moreover, its level of danger far exceeds imagination!

The mere aura leaking from the periphery has already formed a vortex of deathly energy, nurturing countless vengeful spirits and vengeful souls. At the core, there is likely a true danger of certain death!

But more importantly, in that fleeting glimpse of perception just now, the fluctuations emanating from the Myriad Laws Source Pearl, besides being alarming, also contained an extremely faint yet real "resonance"?

It resonated with the aura of the Reincarnation Palace, or rather, with something more primal deep within the palace.

This resonance was extremely subtle; it would be almost impossible to detect unless one's mind was closely connected with it.

But it does exist! This confirms his previous guess—that the "story" he "fabricated" has some inexplicable connection with this real ancient ruin!

Is the Pearl of All Laws a key? A bridge? Or... something of the same origin?

"This place... is extremely ominous." Shen Mo slowly uttered four words, his voice hoarse. He glanced at A Yuan, who was almost exhausted, and said to Su Xiao, "Take her back and reunite her with Qingyan and the others. We cannot stay here for long. The deathly aura of reincarnation invades the body, and the evil spirits disturb the mind. It is difficult for a Foundation Establishment cultivator to endure here for long."

Su Xiao nodded and helped the trembling A Yuan up.

"What's next?" Su Xiao asked.

Shen Mo gazed at the darkness that seemed capable of swallowing everything, his eyes flickering with uncertain light. His personal investigation confirmed his worst-case scenario and also validated the unique sensitivity of the Myriad Laws Source Pearl.

This place is by no means a good place, but it does indeed hide a shocking secret, perhaps... it really is related to the ancient secrets of the Qingyun Sect that he "fabricated".

"Let's retreat to camp first," Shen Mo decided. "The situation here has been basically investigated. Anyone who is not at least in the late Golden Core stage and has a special soul-protecting magic treasure should not approach within a hundred miles. Although those vengeful spirits are weak, they cannot be completely killed, and disturbing them may cause unforeseen changes. We need to plan this carefully."

He paused, a sharp glint in his eyes: "Moreover, I think those 'friends' hiding in the shadows must be getting impatient. It's time to give them a 'big gift'."

Su Xiao's eyes flashed, understanding Shen Mo's implication. He wanted to selectively and embellish the truth about the place, letting those who coveted it scout the way first!

The three quietly disappeared, as if they had never been there.

All that remained was the scorched earth shrouded in a gray, deathly aura, and in the distance, in the darkness, the silent and terrifyingly huge fissure, and deep within the fissure, the incomplete palace that seemed to have existed since time immemorial.

......

The light screen of the "Two Elements Micro Dust Array" is like an inverted translucent jade bowl, creating a small, relatively "clean" space on the dark, desolate scorched earth.

Within the formation, the grayish-white aura of reincarnation and death was kept out, with only a very thin wisp seeping in, bringing a bone-chilling cold.

Within the formation, the grayish-white aura of reincarnation and death was kept out, with only a very thin wisp seeping in, bringing a bone-chilling cold.

Zhao Qingyan sat cross-legged at the center of the formation, her face slightly pale. Maintaining the operation of this high-level formation was consuming a lot of her spiritual energy.

Shi Tie stood like a gatekeeper at the edge, his giant axe supporting the ground, his large, copper bell-shaped eyes warily scanning the shadowy, silent wandering spirits and vengeful souls outside the light curtain.

Su Xiao hid in the shadows of a corner, his presence barely perceptible, as if he had blended into the darkness.

Shen Mo sat cross-legged in the center, his eyes slightly closed, his aura deep and concentrated. He was adjusting his breathing, calming the shock to his soul caused by the terrifying intent that had struck him when he "perceived" the Samsara Palace.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the Myriad Laws Source Pearl slowly rotated, emitting a clear light like warm spring water, soothing the lingering sting and coldness.

A-Yuan curled up beside Su Xiao, her face still pale, but she was much calmer than before.

She hugged her knees, her eyes fixed on the dark area outside the light screen that swallowed all light. The strange, bewildered yet familiar halo in her eyes did not dissipate; instead, it became even more pronounced in the dim light.

"Sect Leader, this place..." Zhao Qingyan swallowed a "Spirit Restoration Pill" specially made by Li Xiaocao, and after a moment of recuperation, she spoke with some difficulty, her voice filled with suppressed shock and lingering fear.

"The density of the deathly aura of reincarnation far exceeds expectations. Although the Yin-Yang Dust Array can isolate most of it, maintaining it is extremely difficult, and this aura is pervasive and highly corrosive to the mind. With our cultivation levels, we may not be able to hold out here for long. Deep within that crack..."

She didn't continue, but the meaning was clear—if even the outer edge was so terrifying, what kind of deadly place must the Samsara Palace deep within the crack be?

Shi Tie also spoke in a deep, gruff voice, unusually abandoning his usual rough manner, his tone grave: "Sect Leader, those things are endless, impossible to kill completely. I just tested them with my axe wind technique, scattering a few, but the scattered death energy instantly gathered again, attracting even more. This place is sinister!"

Shen Mo slowly opened his eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable, like an ancient well. He didn't answer directly, but looked at A-Yuan, his voice calm: "A-Yuan, how are you feeling now? Can you still 'hear' or 'see' anything?"

A-Yuan seemed to be startled awake by Shen Mo's voice. Her body trembled slightly, and she turned her head, her eyes somewhat unfocused before trying to concentrate again. She hesitated and said:

"The crying... seemed less loud, but more... more 'deep'. It was as if there were many heavy, very heavy things pressing down on the bottom of the water... no, pressing down on... that dark 'sky'."

"The shadows... there are more of them, densely packed, drifting inwards... but it seems... it seems a little different."