Gou Zai Fei Men made up myths

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The animal bone map lay quietly on the brocade lining of the sandalwood box. Under the soft light of the pearl in the secret chamber, the rough edges of the bone gleamed with a warm, jade-like luster, as if polished by countless ages.

The simple yet clear characters "Gui Xu" and the swirling pattern on it were like two red-hot branding irons, burning into Shen Mo's eyes and his heart.

Six months.

Six months have passed since the thrilling and nearly annihilated expedition to the Black Swamp Reincarnation Palace.

In the past six months, Qingyun Mountain has seemed calm and peaceful. Alliance affairs have proceeded in an orderly manner, with the Pill Hall, Weapon Hall, Formation Hall, and War Hall each performing their duties. Furthermore, the sect's fortune has even improved due to the study of the simplified version of the "Golden Condensation Pill" and the successful trial production of the "Small Golden Condensation Powder".

But Shen Mo knew that beneath the calm surface lay an increasingly turbulent undercurrent, drawing ever closer to boiling point.

The Xuan Yin Sect's preparations for the "blood sacrifice" in the desolate mountains of the Northern Desert are becoming increasingly secretive, but the Shadow Guards still manage to detect some unsettling clues—they are collecting large quantities of a certain "Nine Nether Cold Iron" containing extremely Yin death energy, and the scale of the live sacrifice seems to far exceed what is required by ordinary evil magic.

Although the Blazing Sun Sect and the Heavenly Sword Sect appear to be quiet on the surface, they are constantly clashing on the border and their secret contact with the Northern Desert Demon Tribe and certain witchcraft forces in the Western Wilderness is becoming more and more frequent.

Chen Hao of Baibaoge made a fortune by taking advantage of the popularity of the medicinal materials related to "Ningjin Dan", but his investigation into "Guixu" and "Qingyunzi" entrusted by Shen Mo had been progressing slowly until the appearance of this beast bone.

In the past six months, Shen Mo's injuries have been mostly healed thanks to the carefully prepared pills by Li Xiaocao and the nourishment he received from his own "Flowing Cloud Dao Scripture". However, the weakness and stagnation caused by the "cause and effect editing" deep in his soul, as well as the tiny but stubborn crack on the Myriad Law Source Pearl, still require a lot of time to repair.

What unsettled him even more was the "sense of destiny" that felt like he was being pulled step by step by invisible threads toward a predetermined direction.

He fabricated the story of his ancestor Qingyunzi, and the Starfall Ancient City appeared, containing clues to the "Star River Ruler." He completed the ending of Qingyunzi's final act of "merging with the Heavenly Dao and eternally guarding the Ruins of Return." An ancient animal bone map marked "Ruins of Return" was "coincidentally" unearthed by the Baibaoge caravan from the Gobi Desert ruins thousands of miles away and "coincidentally" delivered to him.

Coincidence? Once is a coincidence, twice is a coincidence, but what about three or four times?

Shen Mo's fingers tapped lightly on the cool jade table unconsciously, his gaze unfocused, as if piercing through the thick walls of the secret room and heading towards an unknowable distance.

The map made of animal bones was within his reach, but he didn't look at it again.

Every mark and every symbol on it was already deeply engraved in the depths of his mind, faintly overlapping and confirming the scene of "Return to Nothingness" where the dark vortex returned to chaos that he "saw" in the Hall of Reincarnation.

"Guixu...the end of heaven and earth, the place where all waters flow, a land of nothingness and desolation..." He repeated the vague description of "Guixu" in the ancient book in a low voice, a smile that was hard to describe curling at the corner of his mouth.

If the ancient records are true, it was a desolate wasteland, a death zone where even time itself could be swallowed up and laws themselves could be annihilated. And yet, the Qingyunzi he "fabricated" was in such a place, "merging with the Heavenly Dao," mending the cycle of reincarnation?

It is absurd, yet it possesses a heart-stopping, tragic, heroic grandeur.

The appearance of this animal bone was like the last straw, crushing his last hesitation and hope.

It is no longer a vague conjecture, a deduction based on "causal editing," but a real, potentially existing "coordinate"! A coordinate that points to "truth," but may also point to "destruction."

To go or not to go?

This thought, like a ghost, had been gnawing at his mind day and night for the past six months. To go—the road ahead was uncertain, its fate unpredictable.

It was a forbidden land that even ancient records kept secret, riddled with spatial rifts, chaotic laws, and utterly desolate.

Given his current condition, what are the chances of him surviving with the most elite forces of the Qingyun Alliance? If any of them are lost, the Qingyun Alliance, a ship that has just set sail and has not yet experienced any real storms, will be in danger of capsizing in an instant.

The Blazing Sun Sect, the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Profound Yin Sect, and all those demons lurking in the shadows will pounce like sharks smelling blood, tearing the Azure Cloud Sect to shreds.

Not going? The Beast Bone Map is like a silent mockery, a cold temptation.

It may point to a shocking secret, a secret about the true origin of Qingyun Sect, the mystery of "Qingyunzi", or even the hidden answer behind this world.

It could also be a trap that buries everything. But more likely, if he chooses to escape, then those forces hidden in the shadows, which seem to have been constantly pulling him, or rather, pulling the fate of the "Qingyun Sect," will never give up.

Moreover, the Xuan Yin Sect's blood sacrifice in the Northern Desert, the restless movements of the Lie Yang Sect and the Tian Jian Sect, and the unsettling anomalies deep within the Samsara Palace... all of this is like a net that is constantly tightening.

Passive waiting will only lead to certain doom. He needs the power to break the deadlock, he needs deeper resources, he needs... to figure out the root cause of all this!

And "Guixu," a place that seems to be inextricably linked to the history he "fabricated," the Qingyun Sect, and himself, may very well hold the key!

"Hoo—" Shen Mo exhaled a long breath, and the last trace of hesitation in his eyes was finally replaced by a sharp, knife-like determination.

He slowly stood up and walked to the huge southern region map hanging on the east wall of the secret room. His gaze passed over the familiar Qingyun Mountains, Black Swamp, the Red Land of the Lieyang Sect, and the Snow Peak of the Tianjian Sect, heading west towards that vast area lightly outlined in pale ink and almost without any markings—the Endless Sea of ​​Sand.

The vast Gobi Desert lies on the westernmost edge of that region. The "Return to the Void" location marked on the animal bone map, according to repeated deductions and comparisons of surviving ancient star charts and topographical changes by several rogue cultivators skilled in ancient geography whom Han Lin consulted, roughly points further west and north of the endless desert—

A terrifying region that is blank on all current maps, marked only with warnings such as "Dead Sea," "Spatial Disorder," and "Extinction of Life."

That sea has no name. Because it is too dangerous, too desolate, and has been the end of shipping routes and a forbidden zone for life since ancient times.

It is said that the seawater there is as black as ink, and is shrouded in a thick gray fog all year round, which even sunlight cannot completely penetrate.

The space above the sea is extremely unstable, riddled with spatial cracks that are invisible to the naked eye but capable of tearing even the most sturdy treasure ships to shreds in an instant.

There are even legends that the sea contains whirlpools that devour everything, ghostly mists that bewitch the mind, and terrifying restrictions left over from ancient times... Nine times out of ten, any ship or cultivator who tries to explore that sea will never return.

Over time, it became a forgotten corner on the map, a forbidden place that only existed in the horror stories of old sailors.

"The desolate sea... the spatial rift... it does somewhat match the description of 'Return to the Void'." Shen Mo muttered to himself, his fingers unconsciously tracing the terrifying blank area. Danger, without a doubt.

But that's precisely why it's more likely to be a place where secrets are hidden.

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