Gou Zai Fei Men made up myths

"So that's how it is... fabricating myths, reviving cause and effect, gathering fortune... ultimately nourishing oneself and propelling the path of cultivation..." In the quiet room, Shen Mo slowly opened his eyes, a fleeting, chaotic light flashing in them, as if phantoms of star birth and death and the intertwining of cause and effect were floating within them.

He muttered to himself, his voice carrying a hint of realization, and even more so, a solemnity born of understanding.

He finally vaguely touched upon the deeper mysteries of the Myriad Laws Source Pearl.

This bead can not only help him "fabricate" stories and attract fortune, but also draw from this huge "causal loop" a kind of ineffable, extraordinary spiritual energy and primordial power when the content he "fabricates" connects with "reality" or even "completes" reality. This power will nourish himself and promote the leap in cultivation, realm and even the essence of life!

This may be the true path to heaven in the "fabricating myths"!

This is why, despite his rapid progress in cultivating the "Flowing Cloud Dao Scripture," he always felt he lacked a crucial "trigger"—his path was already closely intertwined with this "fabrication" and "cause and effect"!

"The legacy of Ancestor Qingyunzi is to protect this world and fill the gaps in the Void... This is the great karma I have taken on, and also the opportunity for my breakthrough in the Dao..." Shen Mo's gaze fell on the jade slip and jade bone on the low table, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage is a qualitative leap that countless cultivators dream of, granting them a surge in lifespan and a significant increase in supernatural powers, thus earning them the title of "True Lord." However, accompanying this opportunity comes an even heavier and more perilous responsibility and destiny.

He seemed to see an invisible path, woven from cause and effect, stretching out from beneath his feet. Ahead lay a thick fog, thunderous roars, an endless abyss, or perhaps... the other side of light.

"Sect Leader!" Han Lin's voice, deliberately lowered but unable to conceal its solemnity, came from outside the quiet room. "Fairy Ling Shuang of Xuanbing Pavilion, True Person Qingmu of Baicao Sect, and Daoist Songfeng of Qingmu Temple have arrived at Cuiwei Pavilion, three hundred miles outside the mountain gate. They have come as agreed."

A glint flashed in Shen Mo's eyes as he suppressed all his thoughts, regaining his calm and collected demeanor. The opportunity for a breakthrough had arrived, but it wouldn't happen overnight; he needed to calmly comprehend it and let things unfold naturally. Right now, there were more pressing matters to attend to.

"Please invite them to 'Liuyun Villa' for tea. I'll be there shortly." Shen Mo stood up, straightened his perfectly wrinkle-free robes, and pushed open the door to leave.

Liuyun Villa is nestled in a secluded valley on the side of Liuyun Peak. Its pavilions and towers are hidden among the green pines and cypresses, with flowing water and a spiritual atmosphere. It is a place specially used to receive distinguished guests.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the main hall of the villa was far from relaxed.

The main seat is empty. To the left below, three people are seated.

The first one was a young Taoist nun dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe with a light blue gauze over it. Her face was as cold as snow, and her brows carried a hint of aloofness and detachment. She was none other than Fairy Ling Shuang, the Pavilion Master of Xuanbing Pavilion.

She looks to be no more than twenty years old, but in reality, her cultivation has reached the late stage of the Golden Core realm. She is a famous ice queen in the Southern Region. Her cultivation of the "Mysterious Ice True Technique" has reached the pinnacle. Within three zhang of her body, there is a hidden cold mist that makes people feel awe.

At this moment, she was sipping tea with her eyes lowered, her slender fingers as white as jade, complementing the celadon teacup, as if she were indifferent to everything around her.

Below Fairy Ling Shuang was an old Taoist priest wearing a blue robe, a bamboo crown, with a gaunt face and three long wisps of beard hanging down to his chest. He was none other than Master Qingmu, the leader of the Hundred Herbs Sect.

He held a jade whisk in his hand, his smile warm, yet his eyes were clear and wise, as if he could see through people's hearts. The Hundred Herbs Sect was famous in the Southern Region for its alchemy and spiritual plants, and had long-standing ties with the Alchemy Hall of the Azure Cloud Sect, maintaining a fairly harmonious relationship.

The last one was a short, stout old man with a ruddy complexion, always smiling, who looked more like a wealthy landowner than a Taoist priest. He was Master Songfeng, the abbot of Qingmu Temple.

The Qingmu Temple is skilled in feng shui, geomancy, and talisman formations, and has collaborated with the Qingyun Sect's Array Hall. Master Songfeng appears easygoing, but his small eyes occasionally flash with shrewdness.

These three are all influential figures within the Qingyun Alliance. Their respective sects are quite powerful, and while their relationship with the Qingyun Sect isn't too bad, they are by no means a monolithic entity.

Shen Mo invited them this time on the grounds that it concerned "the survival of the Southern Region, ancient secrets, and the safety of the sect's inheritance." Although they had many doubts in their hearts, they dared not neglect the invitation and came together.

The maids in the hall had already been dismissed, leaving only the faint aroma of tea in the air.

As the Supreme Elder of Qingyun Sect, Han Lin personally accompanied the three, exchanging pleasantries and conversations. However, the topic always revolved around the recent grand "Ancestor's Return to the Clan" ceremony held by Qingyun Sect, and his words clearly implied a probing intent.

Fairy Ling Shuang remained sparing with her words, occasionally nodding, her gaze aloof. Master Qingmu and Daoist Songfeng, on the other hand, worked in tandem, subtly probing Han Lin for more details about the "Qingyunzi" patriarch and the so-called "ancient secrets."

Han Lin was no ordinary man; he was an old but shrewd man whose skill in Tai Chi was unparalleled. He always steered the conversation toward how the Qingyun Sect was grateful for the kindness of their founder and how they were determined to carry on the lineage, while never revealing the true meaning of the matter.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall seemed harmonious, but undercurrents were actually surging.

Just as Master Qingmu once again steered the conversation toward "What is the purpose of Alliance Leader Shen's invitation this time? Is his statement about the 'survival of the Southern Region' somewhat alarmist?", steady footsteps sounded outside the hall.

Just as Master Qingmu once again steered the conversation toward "What is the purpose of Alliance Leader Shen's invitation this time? Is his statement about the 'survival of the Southern Region' somewhat alarmist?", steady footsteps sounded outside the hall.

"Fellow Daoists, you have come from afar. I am sorry for not welcoming you properly. Please forgive me."

His voice was clear and calm, yet possessed an invisible majesty. As he spoke, Shen Mo, dressed in a blue robe, slowly stepped into the hall.

His expression was calm, his gaze gentle, and his aura was harmonious and restrained, without the slightest hint of aggressiveness. However, the moment he stepped in, the subtle undercurrent and probing in the hall seemed to be gently smoothed out by an invisible hand, and everyone's eyes involuntarily focused on him.

"Alliance Leader Shen (Sect Leader Shen)!" The three stood up to greet him, each with a different posture.

Fairy Ling Shuang nodded slightly, her cool eyes sweeping over Shen Mo, a hint of surprise flashing across her face. She vaguely sensed that Shen Mo today seemed different from when she met him a few months ago, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She only felt that his aura was becoming more unfathomable, as if he were subtly in harmony with the surrounding world.

Master Qingmu and Master Songfeng greeted each other with smiles and great respect.

"Please be seated, everyone." Shen Mo walked straight to the head seat and sat down, while Han Lin naturally stepped back to his side. The maidservant served the spirit tea again, then quietly withdrew, closed the hall door, and activated the soundproofing barrier.

"Alliance Leader Shen, let's cut to the chase." Fairy Ling Shuang spoke first, her voice as clear and cold as ice striking stone, "What you sent concerns the survival of the Southern Region, involves ancient secrets, and is related to the safety of our sect's heritage. I wonder what exactly you are referring to? If there is truly a catastrophic disaster, I hope the Alliance Leader will speak plainly so that we can make preparations as soon as possible."

She speaks directly and dislikes beating around the bush, which is consistent with the style of Xuanbing Pavilion.

Master Qingmu and Daoist Songfeng also put away their smiles, sat up straight, and looked at Shen Mo. Although they were skeptical of Shen Mo's words, the words "the survival of the Southern Region" were too heavy for them to ignore.

Moreover, the Qingyun Sect just made such a big commotion by welcoming back the remains of their ancient patriarch; it's hard to say they might have actually discovered some earth-shattering secret.