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Shen Mo did not answer. He closed his eyes, and the Myriad Laws Source Pearl in his sea of ​​consciousness slowly rotated, emitting strange fluctuations. He focused these fluctuations on his eyes and looked at the rock wall again.

The scene before my eyes has changed.

The smooth rock wall still exists, but countless tiny, twisted, spiderweb-like spatial cracks have appeared on its surface.

Within the cracks, there was not solid rock, but fragments of bizarre and ever-changing scenes—collapsed palaces, burning earth, fractured star rivers, and wailing beings…

It was as if countless fragments of time and space had been forcibly merged and compressed into this rock wall!

Deep within these chaotic fragments of spacetime, Shen Mo "saw" an extremely dim, almost submerged "path" composed of some kind of silver light, winding and twisting through layers upon layers of spacetime fragments, leading to the other side.

"Follow me, and don't make a single mistake." Shen Mo spoke in a deep voice, his tone more solemn than ever before. He stretched out his hand, palm facing upward, and a trace of the primal power of the Myriad Laws Source Pearl emanated from it, condensing into a barely perceptible point of pale golden light at his fingertips.

This light seemed to possess some kind of peculiar power of "order." Wherever it passed, the chaotic fragments of spacetime retreated slightly, revealing the path of silver light.

He took the lead and stepped onto the rock face. There was no feeling of weightlessness as if he were falling, nor the sensation of touching solid matter; it was as if he had stepped into a viscous liquid filled with chaotic gravity.

The light and shadow before my eyes shifted wildly, and countless noisy auditory hallucinations from different times and spaces rang in my ears—the explosion of metal clashing, the deafening roar of spells clashing, the screams of the dying, the maniacal laughter, the solemn chanting of scriptures, the venomous curses… all intertwined into a cacophony that could drive anyone mad.

"Guard your mind! Do not listen! Do not look! Do not think! Follow my steps!" Shen Mo's shout was like thunder, exploding in the sea of ​​consciousness that was about to be lost.

Shi Tie groaned, biting his tongue to stay awake through the excruciating pain, staring intently at Shen Mo's retreating figure, taking one step at a time.

Zhao Qingyan's face was deathly pale, and she tightly gripped a Qingxin Jade Pendant in her hand, which emitted a soft halo to protect her mind.

Su Xiao's figure flickered, seemingly blending into the chaotic light and shadow around her, yet she remained firmly behind Shen Mo.

A-Yuan was in the worst condition, her face contorted, her hands tightly covering her ears, her eyes filled with fear, and she was almost being led forward by Shen Mo with his spiritual power.

With each step I took, it felt as if I had traversed countless times and spaces, and a strong sense of dizziness and nausea surged into my heart.

The surrounding scenery was bizarre and grotesque. Sometimes one could see ancient battlefields with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, sometimes one could see fairylands collapsing and spirit beasts wailing, and sometimes one could see pure darkness that devoured everything.

The feeling of temporal and spatial disorientation was so intense that it made it impossible to distinguish up from down, left from right, past from future.

He walked for an unknown amount of time—perhaps a moment, perhaps ten thousand years. When Shen Mo finally took the last step and his foot touched the ground, the terrifying sense of spatial and temporal disorder vanished abruptly.

The group staggered out and looked back, but there was no rock wall or cliff left.

Behind them lay a relatively calm, gray, lifeless wasteland, as if the thrilling journey they had just experienced was merely an illusion.

But the lingering dizziness and those bizarre fragments of images reminded them how real and dangerous everything they had just experienced had been.

"We... got here?" Shi Tie gasped for breath, looking back with lingering fear.

"The spacetime structure here is extremely fragile and complex. That rock wall is a naturally formed 'spacetime fold' or 'rift corridor.' If it weren't for the sect leader leading the way, we would never have been able to pass through." Zhao Qingyan's face was still pale, but her eyes were full of lingering fear and relief.

Su Xiao silently adjusted her breathing, her cool eyes looking at Shen Mo with a hint of inquiry.

The sect leader seems to have an extraordinary insight into the anomalies of this space.

Shen Mo didn't explain; he looked ahead. After passing through that spacetime disorder zone, they seemed to have arrived in another area.

The deathly aura here is still thick, but the restless, chaotic fragments of thought in the air have diminished considerably, replaced by a desolate, ancient, and solemn atmosphere.

The ground beneath their feet was no longer scorched earth, but covered with huge, incomplete, grayish-white stone slabs, with blurred, weathered lines carved into them, stretching deep into the deathly mist.

On both sides, some collapsed and half-buried stone pillars and ruins began to appear, with an ancient and heavy style that was completely different from any other architectural style in the southern region today.

Most importantly, in the far distance ahead, the dark rift that swallowed all light became incredibly clear and incredibly huge!

It is like a hideous scar across the sky, stretching across the horizon, with chilling black spatial turbulence flowing along its edges.

Beneath the crack, the enormous, dilapidated ancient palace, constructed of pale bones and pitch-black boulders, was already close at hand!

It is not entirely situated on the ground; part of it is deeply embedded in the earth, while another part, tilted as if broken by a tremendous force, points towards the sky.

The palace was far larger than imagined; even just a corner of it that was visible above ground resembled a small mountain.

The pale white bones were not decorations, but real, unimaginable remains of some kind of colossal beast, which were strangely yet harmoniously integrated with the black, cracked boulders, forming the main body of the palace.

Countless thick chains, also made of bones and black stone, extended from all parts of the palace, disappearing into the surrounding void and earth, as if binding something, or as if supporting this tilted giant palace, preventing it from collapsing completely.

An indescribable sense of awe and fear, stemming from the instinct of life, mixed with a vast and ancient majesty, surged forth from that dilapidated palace like a tangible tsunami!

Even from a great distance, it still made everyone's breath catch and their souls tremble.

"That is... the Hall of Reincarnation..." Zhao Qingyan murmured absentmindedly.

"Damn...it's huge..." Shi Tie swallowed hard, his palms sweating as he gripped the axe.

Su Xiao narrowed her eyes, examining the enormous chains and the strange patterns on the palace that resembled both writing and totems. A thoughtful look flashed in her cool eyes.

A-Yuan clung tightly to Shen Mo's sleeve, her face ashen, her eyes fixed on the massive hall. Her body trembled like a leaf in the wind, her teeth chattering: "In...inside...so many...so many voices...crying...shouting...calling me..."

Shen Mo suppressed the shock in his heart and slowly swept his gaze across the giant hall. His gaze finally settled on the huge, half-open doorway of the hall, which resembled the gaping maw of a monster.

The portal was pitch black and deep, as if it connected to the netherworld. On both sides of the portal, traces of some huge, mottled murals could be faintly seen.

"Let's go take a look. Be careful and on guard," Shen Mo said in a deep voice, leading the way towards the huge and dilapidated gate.

The stone path underfoot was covered with cracks, and some strange, dark red plants that looked like moss or flesh grew in the gaps. They felt soft and nauseating when stepped on.

The closer one gets, the stronger the desolate and ancient aura becomes, making it hard to breathe. A faint, strange scent, like rust mixed with sandalwood, begins to permeate the air.

The surroundings were deathly silent; even the wailing of the omnipresent ghosts and vengeful spirits had vanished, leaving only the hollow echo of the wind blowing through the dilapidated palace, like a sob.