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"I am Shen Mo." He murmured to himself, his voice hoarse, yet carrying a desperate, even twisted, determination. "At least now, at this moment, I must only be 'Shen Mo.' And can only be 'Shen Mo.'"

He opened his eyes again after an unknown amount of time. The previous turmoil and fear were gone, replaced by a cold, profound stillness, like steel after being tempered.

All emotions and doubts were perfectly contained beneath that deep pool, its surface as smooth as a mirror, reflecting no trace of the turmoil within.

He straightened his perfectly wrinkle-free robes, wiped the last bit of cold sweat from his forehead, and adjusted his expression in front of the water mirror until he looked no different from usual, except that his eyes seemed more profound and unfathomable than ever before, as if they held the starlight and ice of eternity.

Then, he pushed open the door to the quiet room.

Outside the door, Han Lin, who had been waiting anxiously and worriedly for a long time, rushed forward when he saw Shen Mo come out: "Sect Leader, you've finally come out of seclusion! The elders and core disciples of all the halls have gathered in Liuyun Hall and have been waiting for a long time."

"In addition, Manager Chen Hao of Baibaoge has also arrived. He said he has extremely important information that he needs to report to you in person. It seems to be related to the Tianyuan Conference and involves some... very strange things."

Shen Mo continued walking towards the main hall of Liuyun Palace without stopping. His voice was calm and even, revealing nothing unusual, as if the person who had been on the verge of collapse and plunged into ultimate self-doubt in the quiet room had never existed.

"Understood. Go to the main hall first. Tell Chen Hao to wait a moment; I'll see him alone after the meeting."

"Yes," Han Lin replied, looking at Shen Mo's straight back, he felt that something seemed different about the sect leader after he came out of seclusion this time.

I can't quite put my finger on what's different, but I feel that beneath that calm, something deeper and more unsettling is hidden, like the undercurrents in the deep sea before a storm—cold, silent, yet containing a power strong enough to tear everything apart.

Shen Mo entered the Flowing Cloud Hall. Inside, led by Shi Tie, Zhao Qingyan, Li Xiaocao, and Su Xiao, dozens of Golden Core elders and core Foundation Establishment disciples stood solemnly, their eyes fixed on him, filled with anticipation, excitement, and a hint of nervousness.

News of the Tianyuan Conference has already spread like wildfire.

Shen Mo stepped to the head of the table, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone, taking in their expressions. Shi Tie's eagerness, Zhao Qingyan's calm contemplation, Li Xiaocao's nervous anticipation, Su Xiao's unwavering composure masking underlying concern... and the faces of A Tu, Wang Hu, and others, some familiar, some slightly unfamiliar, all brimming with fighting spirit.

This is his sect, the foundation upon which he stands now, and the responsibility he must protect and lead forward. It is also the only real-world coordinate that can temporarily anchor his identity as "Shen Mo".

No matter how many mysteries and dangers lie ahead, no matter what earth-shattering secrets and doubts are hidden behind the name "Shen Mo," at least for this moment, he stands here, as their leader and their support.

This identity, this responsibility, must be upheld until... the truth comes out, or the ice shell shatters.

He took a deep breath, completely suppressing the frozen yet still burning emotions within his heart, and spoke. His voice was clear, steady, and carried the unique majesty of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, instantly resounding throughout the hall:

"Gentlemen, you have surely heard of this. My three days of seclusion were not wasted. It has now been confirmed that the Eastern Wilderness Heavenly Origin Assembly will be held in Tianyuan City of the Central Region three years from now. This is the grandest event in the Eastern Wilderness, and a crucial battle that will determine the rise and fall of our Qingyun Sect in the next century, as we formally join the ranks of the top powers in the Eastern Wilderness!"

"Time is of the essence, but I, Qingyun, am not afraid of any challenge!"

"From this day forward, the sect enters a state of highest preparedness! All resources will be allocated to the Tianyuan Tournament! All other matters will give way to the Tianyuan Tournament!"

"Next, I will announce the selection rules for the participants and the preparation outline for the next three years..."

His voice echoed in the hall, like the beating of war drums, igniting a flame in everyone's heart.

The meeting in Liuyun Hall lasted for a full day.

With rare, almost obsessive attention to detail, Shen Mo worked with Han Lin and the elders of each hall to finalize the selection rules, resource allocation, and preparation details for the Tianyuan Conference.

From the cultivation level requirements, age limits, and special skills of the participants, to the monthly resource allocation, cultivation goals, and practical training arrangements for the next three years; from the special training plans for new projects such as "Heavenly Secrets Deduction," "Suppressing Demons and Exorcising Evil," and "Exploring Mysterious Realms," to the trivial matters such as escorting along the way, supplying materials, gathering intelligence, and emergency plans, everything, no matter how small, was repeatedly planned and meticulously executed to ensure comprehensiveness.

He spoke calmly and clearly throughout, even more so than before, as if the harrowing self-doubt and system warnings he experienced during the three days in the quiet room had never happened.

Only those familiar with him, like Han Lin, could detect an unusual tension in his overly calm tone, the occasional unconscious tapping of his fingertips when no one was watching, and the fleeting, elusive depth in his eyes.

The tension didn't stem from anxiety about the conference; rather, it was more like a special state of intense focus resulting from the forced suppression of immense pressure.

As the last rays of the setting sun once again gilded the eaves of the Flowing Cloud Palace, the various regulations were finally initially agreed upon, awaiting only detailed implementation. Although everyone was exhausted, their eyes shone with high morale and a clear sense of purpose.

Shen Mo announced the adjournment of the meeting, and everyone bowed and took their leave. Soon, only Shen Mo, Han Lin, and Chen Hao, the head manager of Baibaoge, who had been instructed to pay their respects later, remained in the grand hall.

"Sect Leader, you..." Han Lin hesitated before speaking, his eyes filled with concern. He felt that the Sect Leader was acting too "normal" today, which instead revealed an inexplicable strangeness.

"It's alright, but we need to think things through carefully." Shen Mo interrupted him, rubbing his temples and revealing a perfectly measured weariness. "The Tianyuan Assembly is no small matter; it concerns the sect's fortune for a hundred years, so we must be cautious. Elder Han, I'll need your help with the specific execution afterwards."

"It's my duty, Sect Leader, you flatter me." Han Lin hurriedly said. Seeing that Shen Mo was unwilling to talk more, he changed the subject and said, "By the way, Chen Hao has been waiting in the side hall for a long time. Judging from his expression, he seems to have something important to do, and it is related to the conference. There is also something... suspicious about it."

"Let him in." Shen Mo sat up straight, shaking off the weariness on his face and regaining his usual composure.

Before long, Chen Hao, dressed in splendid robes and with his usual shrewd smile on his face, strode into the hall, led by his disciple.

Unlike before, today he looked less like a merchant and more serious and anxious. He didn't even bother with pleasantries. After greeting him, he took out a strange talisman from his pocket. It was simple in design, neither gold nor wood, and had faint water ripples on its surface. He presented it with both hands.

"Sect Leader Shen, this matter is somewhat sudden, and also somewhat...strange."

Chen Hao spoke a little faster, "This is a talisman that suddenly appeared in the secret vault of my Hundred Treasures Pavilion headquarters at noon today. It appeared without any warning, and none of the multiple restrictions in the vault were triggered."

"The talisman has special spiritual markings. According to the enshrined monks in the pavilion, it is a kind of 'traceless communication talisman' that was popular in the upper class of the Central Region at least a hundred years ago. The method of making it has long been lost. Its characteristics are that it ignores most conventional restrictions, transmits to a fixed point, and is destroyed after use, making it extremely difficult to trace its source."

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