Gou Zai Fei Men made up myths

There's always a story waiting for you to uncover.

Shen Mo appeared to be closing his eyes to regulate his breathing, but in reality, his mind was in turmoil and he was unable to enter a meditative state.

"A single thought can lead to the heavens and the cycle of reincarnation"...

These seven words, like a curse, echoed repeatedly in his mind, intertwining with the figure of the Taoist in green robes on the mural, the magical artifact that resembled the "measuring ruler," the crystal at the top of the altar, and the blood-stained hem of the Qingyun Sect Taoist robe... forming a vast, chaotic, and mysteriously terrifying picture.

Qingyun Sect, Ancestor Qingyunzi, Measuring Ruler, Star River Ruler, Starfall Ancient City, Reincarnation Hall, Green-Clad Demon-Slaying Taoist, Crystal Suppressing the Vortex, the mysteriously appearing hem of a Taoist robe, a self-made story, the Myriad Laws Source Pearl...

What intricate connections, even spanning time and space, exist between all of these?

Who am I really? What secrets does the Qingyun Sect hold?

What earth-shattering cause and effect is buried deep within this Palace of Reincarnation?

Shen Mo felt as if he were trapped in a huge, meticulously woven spider web, with each step pulling out more threads, and the ends of these threads might lead to a truth that could overturn all cognition, or they might lead to... an abyss.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze passing through the array's light screen, and once again fell upon the crystal that floated at the top of the altar, emitting a pure white light.

The crystal continued to rotate slowly, scattering specks of light, struggling to resist the bottomless, dark vortex below.

A-Yuan said it was "bleeding," "so tired," and "about to collapse."

If this crystal really collapses, what will happen to the vortex?

Will the suppressed entity emerge? What will happen here? Is the hem of that Qingyun Sect senior's robe related to this?

Shen Mo's gaze involuntarily drifted to the broken inscription in the corner of the wall, which he had covered up with dust again.

"A single thought can lead to the heavens and the cycle of reincarnation"...

A ferry back? How do you cross? And where do you go after you cross?

He had a vague feeling that the key to unraveling all these mysteries might be the crystal and the vortex suppressed by it.

But the dangers involved are self-evident. In their current state, rashly investigating would be tantamount to courting death.

We must first restore our strength and clarify our thinking.

Shen Mo forced himself to calm his mind and began to circulate the "Flowing Cloud Dao Scripture".

Although the place was filled with deathly energy, the white light emitted by the crystals seemed to have a slight benefit to cultivation, and could slightly accelerate the recovery of spiritual power.

The Myriad Laws Source Pearl also slowly rotated in the sea of ​​consciousness, nourishing the somewhat weary soul.

Time slipped away slowly in the deathly silence and oppression.

After an unknown amount of time, Shi Tie, who was on guard outside the formation, suddenly let out a low exclamation: "Huh? What's that?"

Shen Mo immediately opened his eyes, and everyone looked over alertly.

On the other side of the altar, deep within the ruins of the palace shrouded in thick darkness, a faint, eerie blue light had appeared.

The light was dim, like will-o'-the-wisp, flickering eerily in the darkness, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Then, the second, the third... more and more pale blue lights lit up one after another, twinkling together, like a cold star floating in the darkness.

They flickered silently, moved slowly, and gradually outlined a... winding, blurry path paved with points of light that led deeper into the darkness.

At the same time, A-Yuan also woke up with a start, her little face filled with terror as she looked at the eerie blue lights, her voice trembling as she said, "A path... there's a path... they're pointing the way... but... it's so cold... that path... leads to an even more terrifying place..."

The pale blue light, like phosphorescence beside a tomb on a summer night, flickered eerily in the boundless darkness and silence, meandering and extending towards the unfathomable darkness deep within the ruins.

They were silent and devoid of any warmth, yet they strangely dispelled the lingering deathly aura of a small surrounding area, forming a faint, cold path of light.

This scene, rather than being a guide, was more like an ominous sign, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

"Sect Leader, this..." Shi Tie gripped his giant axe tightly, his large, copper-bell-shaped eyes fixed on the points of light, his muscles tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.

He didn't believe there would be any kind-hearted "directors" in this godforsaken place.

Su Xiao's figure emerged silently from the shadows, her cool gaze sweeping across the path of the light spots, her delicate brows furrowing slightly:

"It doesn't seem to be naturally formed, nor is it a remnant of an array. The light spot itself has no fluctuations of spiritual power, nor any ghostly aura. It seems to be... a manifestation of some lingering will, or a rule."

Zhao Qingyan also stopped meditating, her expression grave as she stared at the end of the path of light, feeling the growing unease and oppression in the air.

"The timing of this path's appearance is too strange. We just rested here, and then it appeared; it seems... it's coming for us?"

A-Yuan had already woken up and was hiding behind Shen Mo, her little hands tightly gripping his clothes, her face pale, her eyes filled with instinctive fear as she stared at the dark blue light.

But this time, her senses were somewhat hazy, filled with confusion and uncertainty: "There are sounds inside... very noisy... but I can't make out what they are... like... people are fighting, or like... people are crying... and there are also many... broken... thoughts... all jumbled up... that path leads to... the noisiest place..."

The noisiest place? Is it the source of chaotic thoughts?

Or is it the core hidden deep within this place? Shen Mo's gaze was deep and his mind raced.

The sudden appearance of this light path must have a reason. Was it triggered by the ancient restrictions remaining in this place?

Is it some unknown entity "inviting" us? Or... a trap?

Regardless of the reason, in this unknown and desperate situation, any unusual activity is worth being wary of, but it could also be... the opportunity to break the deadlock.

The fragmented phrase "A single thought leads to the heavens and the cycle of reincarnation" gnawed at his mind like a venomous snake, and he could not eat or sleep until he understood it.

And this path of light might be the clue.

"The outcome of this journey is uncertain, and we must not enter lightly." After a moment of contemplation, Shen Mo made a decision: "The most urgent task at hand is to restore our condition and gather as much information about this place as possible."

"Junior Sister Xiao, conceal yourself and probe along the edge of the light path for a hundred feet, paying attention to your senses, but never step onto the light path itself. If you notice anything unusual, retreat immediately."

"Yes." Su Xiao nodded, her figure melting away like ink in water, quietly disappearing into the shadows on one side of the light path, and diving into the depths of darkness.

"Junior Brother Tie, Junior Sister Zhao, you two are in charge of keeping watch and paying attention to any changes in the altar and the crystal. If there are any unusual movements, alert us immediately. A-Yuan, you…"

Shen Mo looked at the little girl whose face was still pale and softened his tone, "Your soul perception is special. Although it is suppressed here, you may still be able to detect subtle fluctuations that are difficult for ordinary people to perceive."

"Consider your surroundings carefully. If you notice anything unusual, whether it's a sound, a visual image, or a fragment of emotion, inform me immediately. But do not force your way in, lest you damage your soul."

"Yes! Yuan understands!" Yuan nodded vigorously. Although she was scared, Shen Mo's trust gave her a surge of strength.

She sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, tried to calm her breathing, and attempted to disperse her mind to capture the chaotic fragments of thought in the darkness.

Shen Mo himself turned his gaze once again to the huge murals depicting the fierce battle between immortals and demons.

Previously, I was so shocked and excited by the fragments of "Qingyun Zhanmo" that I had no time to read them carefully.

At this moment, he forced himself to calm down, suppress his turbulent thoughts, and began to re-examine these murals with the most rigorous and meticulous attitude.

Perhaps the fragments of the answer lie hidden in these details of the images worn down by time.