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Su Xiao's figure quietly appeared behind him.

"Sect Leader, the latest message from the Shadow Guards indicates that the 'Crimson Sun Guards' of the Blazing Sun Sect and the 'Enforcement Hall' of the Heavenly Sword Sect seem to be in secret contact at 'Wind-Eroded Rock,' a hundred miles away from Burial Soul Valley."

"Oh?" Shen Mo raised an eyebrow. "It seems they're plotting something too. Notify the Shadow Guards lurking nearby to keep a close watch, but don't alert them. If necessary... we can create some 'minor trouble' for them, keeping them preoccupied with their own problems."

"Yes," Su Xiao replied, then hesitated for a moment before adding, "Sect Leader, infiltrating the first point is extremely risky. Perhaps... you should reconsider? Maybe we can concentrate our forces and attack from the third crack..."

"No need," Shen Mo interrupted her, his gaze still fixed on the north. "Point 1 is the most dangerous, and also the most likely to catch the enemy off guard. I have the Myriad Law Source Pearl protecting me, giving me a keen sense of spatial fluctuations. By navigating the area of ​​the Gale Crack, I have the greatest chance of success. You and your three Shadow Guard brothers must stay close behind me and not make the slightest mistake. Ling Shuang and Leng Yue's ice magic is crucial."

He paused, then said in a low voice, "Those three late-stage Golden Core cultivators at the core of the altar have obscure auras; they're probably more than just ordinary elders of the Xuan Yin Sect. They may very well... be tainted by the power of extraterrestrial demons. Ordinary methods might not be enough to kill them easily."

"At that time, your primary task and that of the Shadow Guards will be to hold back the other guards and create an opportunity for me, Ling Shuang, and Leng Yue to kill them. Remember, you must be decisive and leave no room for retreat."

"Su Xiao understands." Su Xiao nodded emphatically, a chilling light flashing in her clear, cold eyes.

As night deepened, campfires flickered at the foot of Broken Soul Ridge, illuminating figures lost in thought, checking equipment, or quietly recuperating. The calm before the storm is often the most oppressive, and also the most challenging for the human spirit.

The warriors of Qingyun Sect silently polished their magical artifacts and swallowed the "Spirit Nourishing Pills" prepared by Li Xiaocao; the disciples of Xuanbing Pavilion sat around the ice crystals that emitted a chilling aura, exchanging tactical hand signals in hushed tones.

The disciples of the Hundred Herbs Sect were counting the medicine bags and preparing special antidote powder; the cultivators of the Green Wood Sect, under Zhou Tong's command, were setting up some simple warning and confusion formations around the camp, while Song Tao yawned on the side, looking rather impatient.

Shen Mo returned to the simple stone chamber that had been temporarily assigned to him and sat down cross-legged. He did not immediately enter meditation, but instead took out the deep blue jade slip that he had obtained from Qingyun Palace.

He immersed his consciousness in the text and read again the general outline of the "Source Sea Chapter" and some of the essence of the "Two Elements Micro Dust Array".

Tomorrow night's battle is fraught with danger and unpredictability. Every bit of understanding brings a greater chance of survival.

The profound principles recorded in the jade slip are vast and deep; each reading brings new insights. The Myriad Laws Source Pearl resonates with it in the sea of ​​consciousness, radiating a warm and gentle glow. Time quietly slips away in this silent contemplation and preparation.

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The next day, at dusk.

The setting sun, like blood, painted the rugged ridges of the desolate northern mountains with a dark golden-red hue, like congealed, old scabs.

The howling wind whipped up dry sand and dust, swirling around the temporary camp at Broken Soul Ridge, bringing with it an even more biting chill and a faint, nauseating, sweet-smelling stench from afar—the lingering scent of blood carried by the wind from the direction of Burial Valley.

In the camp, the final, tense preparations were nearing their end. Most of the campfires had gone out, leaving only wisps of smoke. All the cultivators had risen and were conducting a final check of their magical artifacts, talismans, and elixirs.

The air was filled with a peculiar scent that blended metal, leather, herbs, and the acrid smell of sweat; it was so heavy it was almost dripping wet.

No one spoke; there was only the soft, rustling sound of metal armor rubbing together, the rustling of talismans being carefully rolled up, and breaths that were suppressed to the extreme.

Shi Tie stood at the very front of the battle formation, his giant axe planted firmly on the ground, like a statue cast in iron. Behind him, one hundred and twenty disciples from the "Sharp Metal" and "Thick Earth" divisions stood in a neat wedge formation, each with sharp eyes, gripping their weapons tightly, their spiritual energy surging within them, ready to strike.

Their uniform dark blue spirit armor gleamed with a cold luster in the dim light of the day, and the blue cloud patterns on their chests seemed to contain an indomitable fighting spirit.

Beside him were fifteen disciples of Qingmu Temple led by Zhou Tong, who were making final adjustments to some array plates and array flags. Song Tao stood behind Zhou Tong, somewhat distracted, occasionally stealing glances in the direction of the female cultivators from Xuanbing Pavilion in the distance.

On the other side, the thirty disciples of the Xuanbing Pavilion stood solemnly behind Fairy Ling Shuang and Elder Leng Yue. Most of them had removed their superfluous ornaments, their tight-fitting clothes clung to their bodies, and their auras grew increasingly cold, like icy blades about to be drawn from their sheaths.

Fairy Ling Shuang closed her eyes and concentrated, the air within three feet of her seemed to condense into tiny ice crystals. Elder Leng Yue leaned against a rock, seemingly languid, but her alluring eyes occasionally swept across the camp, her gaze revealing a calm scrutiny.

The twenty disciples of the Hundred Herbs Sect, led by Master Qingsong, had retreated to a safer location behind the camp and began setting up a temporary rescue formation. They also laid out various pills, ointments, and antidotes, preparing to receive the wounded.

Shen Mo, Su Xiao, and three figures as blurry as shadows, almost blending into their surroundings (Shadow Guard Golden Core Assassins), stood at the edge of the camp, gazing towards the direction of Burial Valley to the north.

Shen Mo, still dressed in a blue robe, stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and undisturbed. Only his deep eyes shone with a calm yet sharp light like stars in the twilight.

Su Xiao stood to his side and slightly behind, her cold face expressionless, her aura completely concealed, as if she were merely a shadow of him.

"It's almost time." Shen Mo raised his head and looked at the sky. The setting sun had completely sunk below the western mountain ridge, leaving only a dark red afterglow on the horizon, as if foreshadowing the slaughter and bloodshed tonight.

The sky was rapidly darkening, and a few scattered, dim stars began to appear.

"Stone Iron." Shen Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly echoed throughout the camp.

"Here!" Shi Tie suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

"As planned, the feint attack will be launched precisely at the beginning of Hai hour. Remember your mission: to attract attention, to distract, and to create chaos! Do not linger in battle unless absolutely necessary! Once you receive the retreat signal, or encounter force majeure, immediately retreat to the 'Wind-Eroded Rock' area in the southeast along the predetermined route. Master Qingsong will meet you midway."

Shen Mo's gaze fell on Shi Tie, carrying both an entrustment and an unquestionable command.

"Don't worry, Sect Leader! I, Old Shi, know what's important! I guarantee I'll attract all those bastards' attention!" Shi Tie patted his breastplate hard, making a dull sound, and grinned, his white teeth looking somewhat sinister in the twilight.

"Pavilion Master Ling Shuang, Elder Leng Yue."

Fairy Ling Shuang opened her eyes, her cool gaze fixed on Shen Mo. Elder Leng Yue also straightened up.

"Other outposts cleared, path to point A opened. I'll leave it to you two. Once our infiltration signal is given, or at 11:45 PM, regardless of success, you two must immediately lead your troops to withdraw and rendezvous with Shi Tie's unit. Do not linger."

"Don't worry, Alliance Leader Shen, I (the younger sister) understand," the two women replied in unison.

"Master Qingsong, I'm leaving the rear to you. If you see blood-red light shooting into the sky in the north, or any huge energy fluctuations, don't wait. Immediately lead the disciples of the Hundred Herbs Sect and the Green Wood Temple to retreat south of Broken Soul Ridge. Don't look back."

Master Qingsong bowed deeply with a solemn expression: "Alliance Leader Shen, please take care! This humble Taoist... will certainly not fail your trust!"