Gou Zai Fei Men made up myths

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When Shen Mo's divine sense touched the core of the jade slip, accepted the inheritance, and resonated with it with his own Daoist aura (the Flowing Cloud Dao Scripture and the Myriad Laws Source Pearl), this wisp of remnant will was activated.

There were no specific images, no clear words, only a wave of thought that was utterly desolate, utterly weary, yet tinged with a hint of relief and endless anticipation, like a sigh that had transcended countless ages, gently brushing against Shen Mo's mind:

"Young ones of the future... to inherit my teachings... that is destiny..."

"This world is fraught with peril... Heavenly demons are lurking... Reincarnation is on the verge of collapse... The Void is incomplete..."

"My path... is named 'Azure Clouds'... but the essence of the path lies not in names or forms... but in protecting all living beings... in upholding one's true nature..."

"My remaining strength has been exhausted... It's a pity I cannot see... the day when the seas are calm and the rivers are clear..."

"I hope you... will carry on my will... continue my path... protect this world... a glimmer of hope..."

"……treasure……"

His thoughts abruptly ceased at this point. That lingering thought, like a burnt-out wick, quietly dissipated, merging into the depths of the jade slip without a trace.

Shen Mo knew that this was Qing Yunzi's last and deepest obsession and hope left in the world. He was not asking or commanding, but pleading and hoping.

An ancient, powerful being who once dominated the world and protected all living beings burned everything away at the end of his life, leaving behind only this faint hope, which transcends endless years and is passed on to those who come after.

"To carry on my will...to continue my path...to protect this world...a glimmer of hope..."

Shen Mo silently repeated this final instruction in his heart. Every word weighed heavily on his heart and was etched into his soul.

His "fabrication" led him here, where he witnessed the truth of history, inherited the blood-stained legacy, and shouldered this weighty mission that spans millennia.

Is it a coincidence? Is it fate? Or is it that unseen hand has already arranged everything?

Shen Mo didn't know. He only knew that from this moment on, some things were different. Qingyun Sect was no longer just a base for him to live in peace and slowly plot his next move.

The will of Qingyunzi, the hidden dangers of the Eye of Guixu, the conspiracy of the Xuanyin Sect, the potential crisis of this world... are like a huge, invisible net that has firmly trapped him and the Qingyun Sect within it.

If there's no way to avoid it, then... face it head-on!

He slowly opened his eyes, all weariness gone, leaving only a calm like a deep well, and at the bottom of the well burning a flame called responsibility and determination.

The "Black Sturgeon" broke through the last thick gray fog. Ahead, the deep blue, undulating sea surface of the normal sea area could be vaguely seen, and further away, a blurry line of land where the sea and sky met.

The long-awaited sunlight, filtering through the thinning mist, shone warmly on the deck.

Finally, we left that desolate and chaotic wasteland.

But Shen Mo knew that the real storm might have only just begun.

"Speed ​​up, head back to the mountain." He stood up, walked out of the cabin, faced the slightly salty sea breeze, looked in the direction of Qingyun Mountain, and calmly gave the order.

"Yes!" The old sea lion perked up, his single eye shining, and he pushed the "Black Sturgeon" with all his might. The spirit boat cut through the waves and sped off towards home.

Behind them, the "Dead Sea" shrouded in gray mist, containing endless secrets and dangers, and the "Azure Cloud Palace" floating in the shattered void, gradually disappeared into the distance, like a bizarre dream.

But Shen Mo knew that it wasn't a dream.

The jade slip in his arms was heavy, the bundle that Shi Tie had carefully guarded was real, the solemnity that had not yet faded in Su Xiao's eyes, the worry between Zhao Qingyan and Li Xiaocao's brows, and the heavy sense of enlightenment and responsibility in his own heart, all silently told him—it was all true.

The "Black Sturgeon" cuts through the waves on the boundless sea, leaving a long, fading white trail behind it.

Leaving the eerie mist and chaotic laws of the "Dead Sea," and returning to this vast and peaceful world with its (though sparse) spiritual energy, everyone on the ship, including the seasoned sea dog, felt as if they had survived a catastrophe, as if they had been reborn.

The air was fresh, the sunshine was warm, and even the salty smell of the waves seemed comforting. But this brief moment of relief at escaping death was quickly replaced by a deeper, more complex emotion.

Shi Tie sat in the corner of the cabin, holding the jade box wrapped in a Taoist robe and heavily sealed with several "soul-nourishing and spirit-pacifying" talismans. It was as if he was holding a hot iron or an invisible mountain.

His large, copper-bell-shaped eyes would occasionally glance at the jade box, his gaze complex, a mixture of awe, sorrow, bewilderment, and a hint of indescribable excitement.

Inside are the remains of the legendary Qingyunzi, who sacrificed his life for righteousness in the ancient war and ultimately passed away in a desperate situation! He is the true patriarch of the Qingyun Sect, or rather, one of its origins!

The thought of carrying this jade box through that strange and unpredictable void made Shi Tie feel a heavy weight on his shoulders, as if he were carrying the weight of countless ages.

Zhao Qingyan sat cross-legged to the side, seemingly closing her eyes to regulate her breathing and repair the slight shock to her soul that she had suffered on the outskirts of Guixu. However, her slightly trembling eyelashes and tightly pursed lips betrayed the unease in her heart.

In her mind, the tragic and heroic scene described by Shen Mo, in which Senior Qingyunzi "burned his Dao foundation, merged with the formation, and delayed the great calamity," and the profound and unpredictable explanation of the "Two Elements Dust Formation" kept echoing.

As a formation master, she could better understand the vastness and precision of the formation, which was almost like the "Dao," than others. It was the supreme Dao of formations, capable of changing the world and suppressing an entire realm!

Receiving this inheritance is an extraordinary opportunity, but also a tremendous burden. She must comprehend it as soon as possible; even if she only grasps a sliver of its essence, it will be crucial for the sect and for any potential future upheavals.

Li Xiaocao was somewhat uneasy, occasionally taking out a few bottles of pills to look at them, and then putting them back.

Her mind was in turmoil. One moment it was the bizarre and suffocatingly terrifying scene in the Ruins of Return, the next it was the image of the senior Qingyunzi bravely facing death as described by the sect leader, and then it was the profound and mysterious essence of the "Source Sea Dao Chapter" mentioned in the jade slip, which seemed to point directly to the origin of alchemy.

She felt that her pills were not good enough, nor were there enough. What if... what if, as the sect leader said, a great calamity was about to befall them? How many people could her pills save?

Could she help the sect leader and her fellow disciples? This feeling of powerlessness made her restless.

Su Xiao remained hidden in the shadows, her presence blending seamlessly with the dimness of the cabin, as if she didn't exist. But if someone looked closely, they would occasionally see a sharp glint flash in her cool eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night.

She was processing the information and organizing her thoughts. The Shadow Guard's next task would be unprecedentedly arduous, expanding their surveillance scope from the Southern Region to potentially involving ancient secrets, the collapse of reincarnation, and extraterrestrial demons. Their opponents were even more formidable, like the Xuan Yin Sect, a venomous snake hidden deep beneath the earth.

Despite the immense pressure, her back remained ramrod straight.