Gou Zai Fei Men made up myths

Shen Mo didn't know.

With too little information and too many clues, the truth is shrouded in a thick fog, indistinct and unclear.

But one thing is certain—he, the Qingyun Sect, this ancient "Qingyunzi," the Samsara Palace, and even that cataclysmic ancient war between immortals and demons are all intricately connected and cannot be severed!

And everything he had "fabricated" before might not have been fiction, but rather... a fragmented "reproduction" of "reality" under the influence of some force!

"Sect Leader! Sect Leader! Are you alright?!" Shi Tie's rough and anxious shouts faintly came from outside the passage, startling Shen Mo from his intense mental shock.

He snapped back to reality, only to find himself drenched in sweat, his back icy cold. Forcibly suppressing the shock and horror that threatened to leap from his throat, Shen Mo quickly tucked the tattered jade slip into the innermost part of his robe. The jade slip was icy to the touch, yet felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"I'm fine." Shen Mo tried to make his voice sound calm, but he still noticed the slight tremor.

He took one last look at the jade skeleton leaning against the stone platform and sighed inwardly.

This predecessor was probably the previous owner of the jade slip, or perhaps one of the later intruders who entered this place. He eventually exhausted himself here, leaving behind only a broken jade slip that recorded a shocking secret.

He bowed solemnly before the skeleton. Regardless of their identity, those who perished in this desolate place were all worthy of respect and lament.

After the ceremony, Shen Mo didn't linger. He turned and strode quickly out of the suffocating stone chamber. This place was not safe to stay long. The information contained in the jade slip was too astonishing. He needed time to digest it, and even more so, he needed an absolutely safe environment to think things through.

Returning along the same path, emerging from the narrow crevice, and seeing once again the deep blue light path and the faint glow emanating from the crystal, Shen Mo felt as if he had been transported to another world. Shi Tie, Zhao Qingyan, and A Yuan immediately surrounded him, their faces showing concern upon seeing his pale face and slightly disordered breathing.

"Sect Leader, inside..." Zhao Qingyan hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"It's nothing, just a little tiring." Shen Mo waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, and then glanced at everyone. "Is there anything unusual?"

"Nothing yet." Shi Tie shook his head, then added, "Senior Sister Su hasn't returned yet. And those blue flames haven't made a move either."

As they were talking, the shadows rippled like water, and Su Xiao's figure quietly appeared, her cool face showing a hint of solemnity and doubt.

"How is it?" Shen Mo asked.

"The light path winds its way into the depths. Within a hundred feet, there are no abnormalities or signs of danger." Su Xiao spoke quickly, clearly having made some discoveries as well. "But beyond a hundred feet, divine sense is blocked, making it difficult to probe. However, in the ruins on both sides of the light path, I discovered some... traces."

"trace?"

"Yes. Not signs of battle, nor the ravages of time." Su Xiao's tone carried a hint of uncertainty. "It's like... a mark deliberately left by someone. Very faint, very new, no more than three days old. It uses... a kind of secret mark similar to a basic variant of the 'Flowing Cloud Pattern,' but more complex and ancient. If I weren't a member of the Shadow Guard and had some knowledge of various secret marks and symbols, it would be almost impossible to identify."

A variant of the flowing cloud pattern? An ancient secret mark? Shen Mo's pupils suddenly contracted! Is this related to the Qingyun Sect again?!

"Where does the mark point?" he immediately asked.

"Follow the path of light, leading deeper into the darkness." Su Xiao pointed to the darkness where the pale blue light path disappeared. "But the markings are intermittent, it seems the person who left the mark is also groping their way forward, or... not in good condition."

Not in good condition? Shen Mo immediately thought of the tattered jade slip in his arms and the jade skeleton in the stone chamber. Could it be that the one who left the mark was a companion of the original owner of the jade slip?

Are they still alive? Venturing into this desolate place? What is their purpose? Is it exploration, or... escape?

The clues are increasing, but they are also becoming more and more confusing.

The ancient powerful figure "Qingyunzi" passed down his legacy on a jade slip, a fresh secret mark left by a senior member of the Qingyun Sect, a mysterious azure light path, a strange crystal that suppresses the vortex, and the fragment of the phrase "A single thought leads to the reincarnation of Qingyun"... All of this is like a huge and chaotic net, firmly trapping Shen Mo within it.

"Sect Leader, what should we do now..." Zhao Qingyan looked at Shen Mo, awaiting instructions. The rubbing of the mural was nearly complete, and Su Xiao's exploration had yielded results. Should they continue along the light path, or seek another route?

Shen Mo remained silent. The jade slip in his arms was cold, yet it felt as if it were burning his chest. The road ahead was unpredictable, fraught with unknown dangers. But where was the way back? Returning the way he came would also be fraught with peril, and there was no guarantee of finding a way out.

The appearance of this dark blue light path and the ancient markings seem to suggest that there might be clues to leaving ahead, or... a deeper secret.

All of this seems to subtly point to that ancient "Qingyunzi," to himself, and to the Qingyun Sect.

There is no way to avoid it.

Shen Mo raised his head, gazing into the darkness that stretched out along the path of light, seemingly capable of swallowing everything, a resolute glint in his eyes. Since he couldn't avoid it, he would brave it!

Let's see what truth lies hidden deep within this Hall of Reincarnation! Let's see what connection "Qingyunzi" has with Shen Mo!

"Take half an hour to adjust your condition to its best." Shen Mo's voice returned to calm, but carried a cold, desperate edge. "Then, we'll continue forward along this path of light."

He wanted to see what lay at the end of this "one thought to the heavens, crossing the cycle of reincarnation." Was it a path to life, a death trap, or... the answer to everything?

The half-hour of meditation felt exceptionally long in the deathly silence and oppressive atmosphere.

Zhao Qingyan quickly completed the rubbings of the remaining murals and carefully put away the jade slips filled with images.

Shi Tie stood guard at the edge of the formation, his giant axe planted firmly on the ground. His gaze, like that of a hawk, swept across the blurry area where the dark blue light path met the darkness, as if a ferocious beast might pounce out and devour its prey at any moment.

Ah Yuan curled up in the corner where the crystal's white light shone brightest. Her face was still pale, but her breathing had become much more steady. However, her brows furrowed slightly from time to time, as if she was not at peace even in her sleep.

Su Xiao remained hidden in the shadows a short distance away, her aura almost blending into the surrounding darkness. Only the occasional glint in her eyes revealed her heightened vigilance.

Shen Mo sat cross-legged in the center of the formation, seemingly closing his eyes to regulate his breathing, but in reality, his heart was churning with turbulent emotions, and the stormy waves never stopped.

The broken jade slip in his arms, even through his clothes, still exuded a faint, penetrating chill and heaviness that reached his soul, like a piece of ice that would never melt, pressing down on his heart and his Dao heart.

"Qingyunzi"...

"Meteor Cliff"...

"The Source of All Laws"...

"The Palace of Reincarnation"...

Each of these terms carries immense weight, and they highly overlap with the history of the Flowing Cloud Ancestor that he "fabricated," to the point that it can be said to be... a perfect fit!

This isn't "similar," it's practically a rote copy!

The only difference is that the jade slip records real fragments of a grand epic, carrying the vastness of ancient times and the brutality of war; while the stories he writes are "legends" that have been beautified, embellished, and used to serve the cohesion of the sect.

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