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"Junior Sister Zhao, I trouble you to make rubbings of all the murals here, regardless of their size or clarity, using the image-recording jade slips, and to the best of your ability, ensuring they are as detailed as possible."

"Junior Brother Tie, protect Junior Sister Zhao in case of any unforeseen circumstances," Shen Mo instructed in a deep voice.

These murals are the most direct way to understand the ancient secrets of this place, and they should not be missed.

"Yes, sir!" Zhao Qingyan and Shi Tie solemnly replied.

Zhao Qingyan immediately took out several high-quality image jade slips from her storage bag, concentrated her mind, and slowly extended her divine sense to attach to the jade slips. She began to carefully scan and copy the mural inch by inch.

This work is extremely taxing on one's spiritual energy, especially in this environment filled with the deathly aura of reincarnation, where the soul is constantly being eroded, making it even more difficult.

But she knew the matter was important and dared not slack off in the slightest.

Shi Tieze, holding a giant axe, stood guard beside her like an iron tower, his large, copper-bell-shaped eyes scanning the surroundings warily, especially the dark vortex emanating an ominous aura and the strange paths of light.

Shen Mo himself was not idle either. He walked along the edge of the main hall, avoiding the terrifying altar and whirlpool in the center, and carefully searched among the broken walls and ruins.

His gaze swept over every inch of the ground, every piece of gravel, and every inconspicuous corner.

His divine sense spread out like a spider web, sensing any unusual fluctuations in spiritual energy in the air or any lingering aura from objects.

The palace ruins are extremely vast, with collapsed beams and pillars, broken walls, and huge stones scattered everywhere, forming a complex and chaotic labyrinth.

Many places were covered with thick dust and a grayish-white, bone-meat-like substance, so deep that it reached knee-deep underfoot.

The air was thick with the smell of decay and death, mixed with the faint purifying aura emanating from the strange crystal, creating an indescribable and bizarre atmosphere.

Time passed slowly in the dead silence.

Only the faint buzzing of the jade slip as Zhao Qingyan made rubbings of the murals, along with the suppressed breathing of the crowd, echoed in the empty and deathly silent hall, adding to the eeriness.

Shen Mo's heart sank little by little as the search deepened.

Apart from the previously discovered fragments of a Daoist robe, which appeared to be in the Qingyun Sect's style, and that startling incomplete sentence, he found no other valuable traces belonging to the "later generation."

It was as if the hem of the garment and the fragment of the poem appeared out of thin air, or perhaps they were the only, lucky marks left behind.

Could it really be just a coincidence? Or perhaps the owner of that garment has already vanished completely here, leaving not even a trace?

He didn't believe it. The Myriad Laws Source Pearl slowly rotated in his sea of ​​consciousness, its radiant glow seemingly more active than usual, faintly resonating with an ancient and desolate aura deep within the palace.

This resonance guided him to explore deeper into the main hall, to more remote areas, and to areas that were more severely damaged.

Finally, after bypassing a pile of huge stone ruins covered with strange runes that looked as if they had been smashed by a huge force, Shen Mo stopped in front of the entrance to a half-collapsed side hall.

Although it was called a side hall, it was completely unrecognizable. Most of the dome had collapsed, burying seven or eight tenths of the interior space, leaving only a narrow, cracked gap that could barely allow one person to pass through.

The crevice was pitch black, bottomless, emanating a chill and deathly stillness even more intense than that of the main hall, like the throat of a lurking beast.

Standing before the crevice, Shen Mo could clearly feel that the resonance fluctuations emanating from the Myriad Laws Source Pearl had become slightly more pronounced here. It was very faint, but it was definitely there.

It was as if something deep within the crevice was calling to it, or perhaps it and something within it shared the same origin.

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The aura of danger was equally intense. The wind blowing out from the gap carried a biting chill, along with a faint, lingering scent of blood and despair, as if accumulated over countless years.

"Sect Leader, this place..." Shi Tie noticed Shen Mo's lingering, picked up his axe and walked over. Looking at the deep crevice, his brows furrowed.

"Something feels off. It's eerily deathly inside, and there's a... indescribable eeriness about it. You want to go in? I'll clear the way for you!"

"No need." Shen Mo raised his hand to stop him. "This place is cramped, and too many people would be inconvenient. You, Junior Sister Zhao, and A Yuan will stand guard outside. If there is any unusual activity, use a whistle as a signal. I will go in and investigate alone."

"Sect Leader!" Shi Tie exclaimed urgently, "This is too dangerous! Let me go with you!"

Zhao Qingyan also stopped making the rubbing and looked over with concern.

A-Yuan gripped Shen Mo's sleeve tightly, her face filled with fear.

"I know what I'm doing." Shen Mo's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable determination. "Although this place is dangerous, the Myriad Laws Source Pearl is connected to my mind and can warn of ominous signs."

"It's equally important for you all to set up the formation outside, supporting each other from all sides. Su Xiao hasn't returned from his scouts yet, so someone needs to meet him here."

Seeing that Shen Mo was determined, Shi Tie and Zhao Qingyan exchanged a glance and could only helplessly agree, "Sect Leader, please be careful!"

Shen Mo nodded and said no more. Pale golden spiritual energy flowed around him, forming a thin but tough protective aura on his body. At the same time, he activated the Myriad Laws Source Pearl, and a more condensed ray of clear light, carrying a chaotic aura, shone out, enveloping his entire body, especially protecting his spiritual platform in his sea of ​​consciousness.

After doing all this, he swayed and, like a fish, silently slipped into the narrow, cracked crevice.

Upon entering the crevice, the faint white light from the crystal outside was instantly blocked, and an impenetrable darkness, like viscous ink, enveloped them.

The concentration of the deathly aura of reincarnation in the air suddenly increased, becoming icy cold and highly corrosive, frantically impacting Shen Mo's protective spiritual light, emitting a hissing sound as if countless tiny insects were gnawing at it.

Even more terrifying, it seemed as if invisible tentacles, carrying chaotic, frenzied, and desperate thoughts, were trying to penetrate his consciousness and stir up the deepest fears and negative emotions in his heart.

Shen Mo focused his mind, and the clear light of the Myriad Laws Source Pearl flowed, isolating those chaotic thoughts from the outside.

His gaze was like lightning; even in such dense darkness, with the aid of his divine sense and the power of the Myriad Laws Source Pearl, he could barely see the scene within a few feet around him.

This is a narrow, downward-sloping passage. Underfoot are broken stone slabs stained with dark brown dirt, and the walls on both sides are covered with scratches and dents from impacts, as if they had been the site of a fierce battle.

More skeletons were scattered throughout the passage. Some of the bones were unusually large and clearly not human, while others were slender and fragile, resembling women or children.

All the bones were an ominous gray-black, as if they had been stained with death for countless years.

Shen Mo carefully avoided the bones on the ground and slowly descended along the passage.

The deeper you go, the denser the deathly aura becomes, the heavier the chill, and the more intense the chaotic mental attacks become.

I began to hear fragmented whispers, sobs, laughter, and roars that seemed to come from a distant time and space, overlapping and disturbing my mind.

If it weren't for the protection of the Myriad Laws Source Pearl, an ordinary Golden Core cultivator would probably have already lost their mind and gone mad.

The passage wasn't long; after descending about a hundred steps, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a relatively well-preserved stone chamber.

The stone chamber was not large, only a dozen feet in circumference, and it was also covered with traces of battle. There were even several deep grooves on the walls, about a foot deep, as if torn by sharp claws, exuding a chilling aura of sharpness and destruction.

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