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"Qingyun? Isn't that..." Shi Tie also saw the plaque. Tong Ling's eyes were filled with shock and confusion. He looked at the plaque and then at Shen Mo, his mind unable to process what was happening.

He knew that the founder of the Qingyun Sect was named "Qingyunzi." But how come there was a "Qingyun Palace" here? And in this godforsaken place?

A ripple stirred in Su Xiaoqing's cold eyes. She looked up at the dilapidated plaque and palace, feeling a faint tremor from the depths of her blood.

The Shadow Guard's token was in her arms, and it was now slightly warm, as if it were excited or groaning.

"It's here... the spiritual energy that originates from the same source as the token... is more ancient and pure than anywhere else in the sect..." Su Xiao said in a low voice, his usually calm voice now showing a slight fluctuation.

Shen Mo forcibly suppressed his turbulent emotions. He knew this was not the time for sentimentality.

Although the "Qingyun Palace" has been found, it has obviously experienced an unimaginable battle, and the situation inside is unknown, with danger possibly lurking everywhere.

"Be careful and follow me inside," Shen Mo said in a deep voice, taking the lead towards the dilapidated palace that floated in the void. There was no gravity in the void, but with their cultivation, they could move freely using their spiritual power.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the palace's former grandeur and its current desolation.

Those huge cracks are even more shocking when viewed up close. Some cracks have black stains on their edges, exuding an ominous and destructive aura, as if they were "scars" left by some kind of terrifying attack.

On the collapsed columns and walls, faint traces of murals and reliefs can occasionally be seen, but most of them are damaged and difficult to identify.

The palace's main gate was long gone, leaving only a huge, irregular gap, like a ferocious scar on a giant beast. The gap was shrouded in darkness, so deep that even the distant, stardust-like glimmers of light could not be illuminated.

Shen Mo stopped in front of the gap and cautiously probed inside with his divine sense.

However, just as his divine sense touched the edge of the gap, it was repelled by a powerful and obscure force field. At the same time, a desolate, tragic, yet sternly warning thought surged into his sea of ​​consciousness like a tide!

"Those not of our lineage... are forbidden to enter..."

His thoughts were vague and intermittent, yet they carried an undeniable authority.

At the same time, the void around the gap distorted slightly, revealing layers upon layers of extremely complex and mysterious pale golden runes. These runes formed a huge, incomplete protective barrier. Although it had been ravaged by the long years and great wars and its power was reduced to less than one-tenth, it still exuded a terrifying aura.

"It's a protective barrier, and... it's a barrier that detects bloodlines or lineage inheritance." If Zhao Qingyan were here, she would definitely be able to see it at a glance. Although Shen Mo wasn't an expert in formations, he could still figure it out. This barrier was preventing those "not of my lineage" from entering.

Not part of my lineage? Shen Mo's mind raced. The Qingyun Sect's heritage originated from "Qingyunzi." If this palace was truly related to Qingyunzi, then the Qingyun Sect's techniques should rightfully be considered "my lineage." Why was it being rejected?

Is it because the tradition has been passed down for a long time and the techniques have evolved, resulting in a different aura? Or is it that... a more core, more fundamental "certificate" is needed?

Shen Mo subconsciously sank his mind into his sea of ​​consciousness, communicating with the Myriad Law Source Pearl, which had been trembling slightly and emitting strong resonance waves since he entered this place.

Almost the instant he connected with the Pearl of All Laws, a sudden change occurred!

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the Myriad Laws Source Pearl suddenly erupted with an unprecedentedly brilliant light!

The light was no longer a gentle glow, but transformed into a solid beam of light, a mixture of chaotic and pale gold, which pierced through Shen Mo's brow and shone directly onto the pale gold rune barrier in front of the palace's opening!

"Buzz—!!!"

The restriction, which had been dormant for countless millennia, emitted a deep hum the moment it came into contact with the beam of light from the Myriad Laws Source Pearl, as if it were being awakened from a deep slumber!

The pale golden rune phantoms flickered and swirled violently, as if recognizing and confirming something...

A moment later, the buzzing stopped. The powerful, warning-laden restrictive force field receded slowly like a tide.

The pale golden rune phantoms in front of the gap did not completely disappear, but became softer and more docile, as if making way for the newcomer.

The restriction... is lifted!

It's because of the Myriad Laws Source Pearl! This mysterious pearl is indeed directly and fundamentally connected to the "Azure Cloud Palace" and "Azure Cloud Child"! It is the best "proof"!

Shen Mo's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Without hesitation, he stepped into the dark gap. Su Xiao and Shi Tie followed closely behind.

The moment I stepped through the gap, the darkness receded like a tide. The scene before me changed once again.

They seemed to have entered the...forecourt of a magnificent palace. The ground beneath their feet was smooth and paved with some kind of warm white jade, but it was covered with cracks and dried, blackened bloodstains.

The surrounding area is filled with tall, equally damaged columns and walls, with some exquisite reliefs still faintly visible on the walls, though most of them have been destroyed.

The air was filled with a musty, dusty, and faint, ancient scent, like a mixture of sandalwood and rust.

Most strikingly, at the end of the front courtyard, where the main hall's entrance should have been, there is now only a much larger, terrifying hole with irregularly melted edges.

Inside the cave, a deeper darkness could be vaguely seen, along with faint, star-like glimmers of light within it.

In the center of the courtyard, a sword was stuck diagonally into the shattered white jade floor.

A long sword with a dull bluish-gray color, an ancient design, and a body covered with spiderweb-like cracks, as if it might shatter at any moment.

The longsword, without its sheath, stood forlornly planted in the ground, its blade slightly tilted, pointing towards the main hall.

At the hilt of the sword, there was a silk ribbon that had long been weathered and faded, but whose original moon-white color could still be seen.

Around the longsword, the bloodstains on the ground were the most numerous and darkest, as if a fierce battle had taken place here, and the swordsman, exhausted, plunged the sword into the ground, staining the white jade with blood.

Shen Mo's gaze was firmly drawn to the sword. He slowly walked forward and stopped three feet in front of it. He did not touch it rashly, but instead focused on examining it closely.

Within the cracks in the sword, there seemed to be a faint, almost vanished, trace of sword intent.

The sword intent was not sharp; instead, it carried a deep compassion, an unwavering resolve, and... a faint trace of attachment and protection for what lay behind.

In a daze, Shen Mo seemed to see a scene: a figure with an indistinct face, dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, holding this sword, stood alone in the front courtyard, facing the boundless darkness and terror surging out from the hole in the main hall, not retreating an inch, fighting to the last moment, finally exhausted, planting the sword in the ground, the body slowly falling and turning into dust, only this sword, and the bloodstains on the ground, told the story of that unknown tragedy.

Were they the former guardians of this "Qingyun Palace"?

Shen Mo felt a deep sense of solemnity and bowed respectfully to the broken sword. Regardless of who it was or what it had protected, its spirit was worthy of admiration.

After the ceremony, Shen Mo's gaze fell upon the huge, irregular hole at the far end of the front courtyard, leading to the main hall. Inside the hole, the specks of starlight seemed to form some kind of pattern, drawing him to investigate.

Is that the true core of the "Qingyun Palace"? Could the traces left by Qingyunzi, the ultimate secret of this palace, lie within it?

"Be careful, follow me." Shen Mo whispered to Su Xiao and Shi Tie, and took the lead towards the dark hole.

The broken sword remained silently planted in its place, like a silent sentinel, watching those who came after walk into the depths of the palace, into the unknown darkness and... the possible answers.

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