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Having done all this, Qingyunzi's almost transparent figure, as if utterly exhausted, slowly fell backward. In the final instant before his consciousness completely dissipated and his form was about to transform into pure light, Shen Mo "heard," or rather, "sensed," a whisper of thought, faint to the extreme yet crystal clear, seemingly traversing countless ages and directly imprinted upon the depths of the viewer's soul:

"The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, and one escapes... This wisp of remnant soul, carrying my Dao seal, enters the cycle of reincarnation, seeking a chance at life..."

"The Heavenly Demons are powerful, this realm is in grave danger... However, the flame of the Dao will not be extinguished, and the lineage will not be broken..."

"Those who come after...if they see my seal revived...then the time will have come..."

"...Wait for my...return..."

As the last thought character fell, Qingyunzi's figure in the scene completely transformed into countless pale golden specks of light, slowly dissipating and merging into the desolate void of the hall. Only a faint sigh, filled with endless regret and expectation, lingered for a long time before finally returning to silence.

The scene abruptly ended.

Shen Mo's consciousness was gently pushed out by a soft yet irresistible force, returning to his body.

The sandalwood incense still wafted gently in the quiet room. The sunlight outside the window seemed to have shifted slightly.

Shen Mo slowly opened his eyes, his face slightly pale, and a few beads of cold sweat even seeped from his forehead. It wasn't because he was too exhausted, but because the tragic grandeur and decisiveness of the scene he had just witnessed, as well as the earth-shattering information it revealed, had had such a profound impact on his mind.

He lowered his head and looked at the seemingly unchanged dark blue jade slip in his palm; his hand trembled slightly.

Reincarnation! Before his annihilation, Patriarch Qingyunzi endured unimaginable pain and risked complete annihilation, forcibly tearing apart a wisp of his remnant soul containing core Dao essence and undying true spirit, and sending it into reincarnation! All to leave behind the possibility of "waiting for my return"!

What unwavering faith, what tragic sacrifices, and what profound and helpless contingency plan this required!

It turns out that before Qingyunzi passed away, he didn't just leave behind a jade slip as a legacy and his will. His true, final, and greatest "secret weapon" was actually this wisp of remnant soul that was sent into reincarnation!

He was gambling, gambling on the mystery of reincarnation, gambling on that fleeting "sight," gambling that at some point in the future, when the conditions were met (the jade slip imprint was activated), when the time came, his remnant soul could awaken again, return once more, and continue the unfinished mission of protecting this world and completing the Void!

"Wait for my... return..." Shen Mo murmured, repeating the last four words, each one heavy as a thousand pounds, pressing down on his heart.

What does this mean? Does it mean that Qingyunzi may not have truly perished? Does it mean that one day in the future, this ancient powerhouse might reappear in the world in some way?

Or is this just a slim hope, a near-desperate plan?

Shen Mo didn't know. But he was clear that the importance of this discovery far surpassed any cultivation technique inheritance or any clue to a treasure!

This is directly related to the ultimate source of the Qingyun Sect, the core strategy for fighting against the extraterrestrial demons, and may even determine the ultimate fate of this world!

What does Qingyunzi mean by "the time is coming"? Is it the moment he activated the mark? Or does it refer to something else? Where is this remnant soul now? Has it been reincarnated? If so, to whom? Has it awakened?

Countless questions surged like a tide, making Shen Mo's mind unsettled. A strong impulse welled up in his heart—he had to do something immediately! To investigate, to search, to verify!

This is a shocking secret concerning the founder, the sect, and his own path and responsibilities; it must not be ignored!

He abruptly stood up, about to send a message to the core members to arrange the search. However, just then—

"Knock, knock, knock." A slow, steady knocking sound came from outside the quiet room, followed by Han Lin's aged yet composed voice: "Sect Leader, a special envoy from the Central Region's Sky Patrol Pavilion has arrived, carrying a joint edict from the three holy lands, stating that you must receive him in person. It concerns... the Eastern Wilderness Heavenly Origin Conference."

Tianyuan Conference?

Shen Mo's heart jolted, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. The surging, burning thoughts that had arisen from discovering the patriarch's secrets instantly cooled down. He had almost forgotten about this!

No, it wasn't that he forgot; rather, the sect's affairs had been numerous and complicated these past three months, with the need to consolidate his cultivation and discover the mark coming one after another, leaving him with almost no time to attend to anything else.

Now that Han Lin brought it up, the important events that had been buried deep in his memory since the beginning of his transmigration, concerning the structure of the cultivation world and the future development of the Qingyun Sect, suddenly became crystal clear.

The Eastern Wilderness Heavenly Origin Conference! Held once every sixty years, it is led by the Central Region Sky Patrol Pavilion and hosted by the three holy lands of the Eastern Wilderness in rotation. It brings together almost all the prominent sects, families, and independent cultivators from the Eastern Wilderness and surrounding areas to divide interests, demonstrate strength, select talents, and determine the flow of resources and the right to speak for decades to come!

When he transmigrated, he learned from the original owner's remaining memories and some ancient texts that the next Tianyuan Conference would be held in about thirty years. Afterwards, Manager Chen of Baibaoge also specially handed over an "invitation" from the owner of Baibaoge, inviting him to attend the conference thirty years later.

At that time, he took over a small, dilapidated sect that was in dire straits, whose leader had disappeared and only a few members remained. Their cultivation level was so low that they were only at the first level of Qi Refining.

Thinking back to the Tianyuan Conference thirty years later, which seemed so far away, my greatest hope was that by then, Qingyun Sect could barely stand firm, and that one or two Golden Core cultivators would emerge from its ranks. Ideally, one or two disciples would be qualified to attend the conference as "participants" rather than "spectators," so that they could perhaps gain some insignificant resources or reputation for the sect. That would be a stroke of good fortune.

Who would have thought that in just over twenty years, in the blink of an eye, he would have progressed from the first level of Qi Refining, advancing triumphantly through Foundation Establishment and Golden Core, and even breaking through in the midst of the bloody battle in the Northern Desert, stepping into the Nascent Soul realm, which countless cultivators dream of and may not be able to reach even after hundreds of years of arduous cultivation!

Qingyun Sect, from a small, border sect on the verge of disbanding, has transformed into a rising Nascent Soul sect that thwarted the Xuan Yin Sect's conspiracy, made a name for itself in the Southern Region, attracted congratulations from all directions, and is showing signs of rivaling established sects like Lieyang!

Time... has it really passed so quickly? The thirty-year deadline is almost over, and there are only three years left?!

A vague sense of disorientation, mixed with a touch of absurdity and wistfulness, welled up in Shen Mo's heart. He composed himself, forcibly suppressing the emotions stirred by the jade slip's imprint, and said in a deep voice, "Please wait a moment, Special Envoy, I will be there immediately."

"Yes," Han Lin replied, his footsteps fading into the distance.

Shen Mo took a deep breath, walked to the bronze mirror on the side of the quiet room, straightened his wrinkle-free blue robe, concealed the shock and turmoil in his eyes, and regained his usual calm and profound demeanor.

No matter how turbulent his heart may be, when facing foreign envoys, especially special envoys representing the Central Region Sky Patrol Pavilion and the Eastern Wilderness Holy Land, he must display the demeanor and majesty befitting the head of the Qingyun Sect and a newly promoted Nascent Soul True Monarch.

As for the matter of going out to search for clues about the remnant soul of the ancestor... Shen Mo glanced at the jade slip in his hand and solemnly put it away. Compared with the imminent Tianyuan Tournament, which concerns the rise and fall of the sect for the next few decades or even hundreds of years, this matter can only be postponed for the time being.

Qingyunzi's remnant soul enters the cycle of reincarnation, and the search will take time; perhaps waiting itself is also part of "opportunity."

The Tianyuan Tournament, a stage he originally thought was out of reach and could only look up to, has now become a crucial battlefield that he must face head-on and fight for with all his might!