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This time, there was no longer any room for cautious exploration or preserving strength. Shen Mo pushed his speed to the limit, and pale golden spiritual energy burned on his body. Every step he took on the path of light stirred up violent ripples.

The Myriad Laws Source Pearl spun wildly in his sea of ​​consciousness, squeezing out its last bit of power to sustain his nearly depleted spiritual energy and soul. At the same time, the clear light it emitted fiercely protected his spiritual platform, resisting the terrifying malice that was getting closer and closer from behind, as if it could devour all life.

Shi Tie roared repeatedly, unleashing his savage blood and qi to its peak. Like a burning chariot, he forcefully smashed through the strangely shaped remnants of ghosts that occasionally pounced from the darkness along the way.

Zhao Qingyan's face was ashen. She swallowed pills one after another to barely maintain her speed. At the same time, she kept throwing out delayed talismans and simple array plates, which exploded into bursts of fire, frost, or smoke that disturbed her senses, slightly hindering the pursuers.

Su Xiao, like the most deadly shadow, roamed the flanks and rear of the team, and with each flash, he precisely nipped the most dangerous sneak attacks in the bud.

A Yuan had already fainted and was held tightly in Shen Mo's arms with his spiritual power; her face was still completely bloodless.

The seemingly endless passageways, cliffs, and folds of time that had stretched before them now appeared to shrink in the desperate escape. But the danger behind them clung on like a leech, relentlessly pursuing them!

The dark red light spread like a tide along the path of light, and wherever it passed, even the pale blue light spots seemed to be polluted and eroded, becoming dim and distorted.

Even more terrifying was the malice and destructive aura emanating from that light, which was more violent and direct than the deathly aura of reincarnation, as if it wanted to tear apart and devour everything in its path!

After an unknown amount of time, when the group finally emerged, disheveled and exhausted, from the massive, sloping main passageway and returned to the relatively "open" ruined hall filled with murals and crumbling walls, the pursuers behind them seemed to be temporarily blocked by some invisible barrier deep within the passageway.

The dark red light surged and roared violently at the entrance of the passageway, but it could not be easily crossed, as if there was some kind of restriction or residual power there.

But no one dared to linger, not even for a glance at the collapsing crystal and the raging vortex at the top of the altar, before they continued to rush back the way they came.

Passing through the chaotic spacetime folds, experiencing once again that nauseating dizziness and disorientation of light and shadow; crossing the basin where a fierce battle had taken place, the corpses and remnants of ghosts scattered on the ground seemed to be silently telling the story of the tragedy that had just occurred.

Finally, when they broke through the scorched earth shrouded in gray deathly aura and felt the outside air again (although it was still the same filthy and poisonous miasma of the Black Swamp), everyone felt as if they had survived a catastrophe and were in a different world.

"Quickly! Get out of here! Get away from the Boiling Bone Pool!"

With his last breath, Shen Mo summoned a spare, fastest "Azure Falcon Shuttle," taking everyone inside. He frantically poured spiritual energy into it, and the shuttle transformed into a dim azure light, tearing through the thick poisonous miasma as it fled desperately toward the outer edge of the Black Swamp!

Only after he was completely far away from the Boiling Bone Pool, confirming that there were no pursuers behind him, and that the terrifying dark red light and the roar of the vortex were no longer audible, did Shen Mo's tense nerves relax slightly. He could no longer suppress a mouthful of blood and spat it out with a "whoosh," staining the control panel in front of him red.

His face was ashen, and his aura was extremely weak. Not only was his spiritual power and soul severely depleted, but the heaven-defying "cause-and-effect editing" had also consumed a massive amount of his own and his sect's fortune, and the backlash had already begun to show.

"Sect Leader!"

"Senior brother!"

The crowd gasped and rushed over. Zhao Qingyan hurriedly took out her most precious healing pills and fed them to Shen Mo, while Su Xiao took over the control of the Azure Falcon Shuttle and continued to speed outwards.

Shi Tie stood protectively beside Shen Mo, his eyes bloodshot and filled with lingering fear. A Yuan remained unconscious, but her breathing was relatively stable.

Shen Mo waved his hand, indicating that he could still hold on. He sat down cross-legged and struggled to circulate the "Flowing Cloud Dao Scripture," guiding the power of the pill to repair his nearly dried-up meridians and sea of ​​consciousness.

The light of the Myriad Laws Source Pearl dimmed, its rotation slowed, and the fine crack on its surface remained, serving as a stark warning.

This trip to the Samsara Palace was a near-death experience, with a heavy price to pay. Not only were all the participants seriously injured and exhausted, but they also lost the crucial broken jade slip (which was now completely shattered). Shen Mo himself suffered a severe blow to his vital energy and a depletion of his luck.

But the rewards... were equally astonishing.

He "saw" the possible final destination of "Qingyunzi" - "to be in harmony with the Heavenly Way and forever guard the Ruins of Return!"

This answer, which he "fabricated" and attempted to "complete," although it cannot be verified for the time being, is like a key that opened a door for him to understand Qingyun Sect, himself, and the secrets behind this world.

Although the area behind the door is still shrouded in mystery, at least there is a direction.

And then there was the sudden crisis—the strange movement of the dark vortex, the unknown terror surging within the crimson light, and the unusual resonance of the dark crystal in my arms, which came from the Xuan Yin Sect and had now returned to its cold state but still retained an ominous aura…

All of this indicates that the Samsara Palace is by no means a simple ancient ruin. The secrets and dangers hidden within it are far beyond imagination, and... it seems to be directly related to some kind of conspiracy being planned by the Xuan Yin Sect!

We must bring this intelligence back as soon as possible and make preparations accordingly.

Half a month later. In a secret chamber deep within the Flowing Cloud Palace on Qingyun Mountain.

The secret room was brightly lit, isolating it from the outside world. Shen Mo sat in the main seat, his face still somewhat pale, but his breathing was much more stable. However, a lingering sense of solemnity and exhaustion remained between his brows.

Han Lin, Su Xiao, Shi Tie, Zhao Qingyan, Li Xiaocao and other core executives were all present, and everyone had a solemn expression.

After careful recuperation, A-Yuan has recovered and is now sitting quietly at the end of the table, holding a cup of hot tea in her small hands, but her eyes still look somewhat dazed and shaken.

Shen Mo did not conceal his main experiences in the Samsara Palace (except for his shocking "causal editing" experiment and its specific details), and recounted in detail what he saw in the murals, the fragments of the jade slip, the strange light path, the altar vortex, the dark red terror, and the anomalies of the Xuan Yin Sect crystal.

Of course, regarding the detailed information about "Qingyunzi", he only mentioned the fragments recorded in the jade slip, such as "repelling the Heavenly Demon at Meteor Cliff", "spreading the Dao in the Sea of ​​Myriad Laws", and "sacrificing himself to suppress the Reincarnation Palace", omitting his own "completed" conjecture of "returning to the Void and merging with the Dao", and not mentioning the incomplete poem "with one thought, Qingyunzi crosses the cycle of reincarnation".

Even so, everyone was deeply shocked and remained speechless for a long time after hearing this.

The brutality of the ancient war between immortals and demons, the mystery and danger of the Samsara Palace, the ancient powerful figure "Qingyunzi" who is suspected to be related to the founder of Qingyun Sect, and the terrifying connection between Xuanyin Sect and this place... Each piece of information is enough to cause a huge uproar in the Southern Region, let alone when they are intertwined!

"So... our Qingyun Sect's founding ancestor, 'Qingyunzi,' might not be a fictional figure, but... a real person? And a powerful ancient figure who possessed profound skills and participated in major ancient events?" Han Lin stroked his long beard, his aged fingers trembling slightly, his eyes filled with both disbelief and deep worry.

If the founder is truly such a person, then the origins of the Qingyun Sect are incredibly profound, so profound that it makes one somewhat...uneasy.

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