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With a tap of the fingertip, one is instantly transported to the wonderful world of Chapter 478, "The Journey to Tianyuan".

Shen Mo boarded the flying shuttle first, followed by Shi Tie and the others.

The inside of the shuttle cabin looked much more spacious than the outside, clearly due to the use of a space-expanding array.

Divided into more than ten compartments including the main cabin, passenger cabin, meditation room, and retreat room, the furnishings are simple yet reveal meticulous design in every detail.

Shen Mo walked into the main cabin and sat down at the control panel. Shi Tie and the others found their places and settled down, curiously looking around.

Through the crystal windows of the shuttle wall, one can see the densely packed figures of people in the square.

Han Lin stood at the front, looking up and waving at the flying shuttle.

Behind him were thousands of faces, young or no longer young, their eyes filled with concern, expectation, and reluctance.

Shen Mo watched in silence for a while, then reached out and pressed his hand on the array eye in the center of the control panel.

True essence is injected.

The Dark Cloud Shuttle trembled slightly, and the dark light flowing across its surface accelerated. The silver runes lit up one by one, spreading from the tail to the head, until the entire shuttle seemed to be shrouded in a hazy moonlight.

Without a loud roar or violent airflow, it silently and smoothly left the ground, hovering three zhang in the air.

A suppressed murmur rippled through the square.

Shen Mo glanced at Han Lin one last time, his lips barely moving as he secretly transmitted his voice: "Guard the home well."

Han Lin nodded emphatically.

The next moment, the Moyun Shuttle transformed into a pale black streak of light and shot off rapidly to the north.

At first, a trail could still be seen, but soon even that trail disappeared into the sky, leaving only an empty sky and the disciples who lingered in the square for a long time.

Inside the shuttle cabin, the atmosphere was somewhat silent.

Shi Tie leaned against the crystal window, his face almost pressed against it, watching the mountains and rivers rushing past below. He muttered, "This speed is at least three times... no, five times faster than me flying!"

"Nonsense," Wang Hu said, sitting on the cushion opposite him and wiping his longsword. "How could a flying shuttle personally modified by the sect leader be the same as those mass-produced ones?"

"I was just saying..." Shi Tie muttered, turning his gaze away and plopping down next to Wang Hu, making the whole chair shake.

"Tiger, what's Tianyuan City like? I heard the city walls are hundreds of feet high, cultivators are as numerous as hairs on a cow, and you could bump into a Golden Core cultivator anywhere on the street..."

"You'd be even more thrilled if you bumped into a Nascent Soul cultivator." Wang Hu said without even looking up.

"Hey, you..."

"Alright," Zhao Qingyan's voice came from the side.

She had already unfurled a leather map, on which mountains, rivers, and sects were marked with spiritual ink. It was a detailed map of the route from Tianyuan City to Qingyun Sect.

"Since the sect leader has asked us to look at the contents of the jade slip, let's not waste time. Senior Brother Shi, come here. There are a few changes in the Yin-Yang Formation that I need to compare with you."

Shi Tie said "Oh," scratched his head, and leaned closer.

He wasn't an expert in formations, but Zhao Qingyan explained them very patiently, from basic positioning to the flow of spiritual energy, and then to changing formations when facing an enemy.

Although Wang Hu didn't say anything, he was listening intently, and even slowed down the way he wiped the knife.

On the other side, Li Xiaocao had already gone into the alchemy room. The alchemy room was not large, but it was very well arranged, with a fire pit, medicine cabinet, and alchemy furnace all available.

She placed her large medicine bag in the corner and began carefully taking out the bottles and jars inside, categorizing them and stacking them on the shelf.

"Put the Rejuvenation Pill here... Keep the Antidote Pills separate from the Heart-Clearing Powder... Oh dear, this bottle of 'Blood-Burning Ointment' can't be exposed to light..." She kept muttering to herself, busy as a bee.

A-Tu didn't go into the passenger cabin. Instead, he sat cross-legged at the entrance to the passageway between the main cabin and the passenger cabin, with his back against the cabin wall and his eyes closed.

He pressed his palms down on the floor as if sensing something.

After a while, he opened his eyes and whispered to Shen Mo in front of the control panel, "Sect Leader, we are currently about 1,500 feet above the ground, and below us is the 'Black Wind Ridge' territory. The earth's veins are flowing smoothly, and there are no abnormal disturbances."

Shen Mo hummed in agreement, his eyes still fixed on the sea of ​​clouds ahead.

Su Xiao had disappeared sometime earlier. But Shen Mo could sense that she was somewhere in the shadows of the flying shuttle, like a silent guardian.

The dark cloud shuttle flew smoothly above the clouds. Outside the window, a rolling sea of ​​clouds, dyed golden and red by the setting sun, was breathtakingly magnificent. But inside the cabin, no one truly relaxed.

After flying for about two hours, it gradually got dark. Shen Mo set the auto-course and got up to leave the control panel.

"Make yourselves at home," he said. "Zhao Qingyan will arrange the duty roster. I'm going to the quiet room."

"Sect Leader..." Zhao Qingyan raised her head.

"No need to disturb me unless it's important."

Shen Mo walked into his own meditation room. The door closed silently behind him, shutting out all outside noise.

The meditation room was small, with bare walls and only a futon on the floor. Shen Mo sat down on the futon, but did not immediately enter a meditative state.

He took out two jade slips from his bosom.

One of them was the one left behind by Qingyunzi. It was a deep blue-green color, warm and smooth like jade. At this moment, it lay quietly in his palm without any movement.

The other one, slightly darker in color, is a "Self-Doubt Scroll" that he crafted himself, containing all his doubts, fears, and self-examinations since his transmigration.

Two jade slips, one pointing to the past, the other reflecting the heart.

Shen Mo stared at it for a long time.

The last ray of sunlight outside the window disappeared, plunging the quiet room into darkness.

Only when the Mo Yun Shuttle was flying, a sliver of light from the flowing runes on the cabin wall would seep through the crack in the door, flickering on his face.

He suddenly remembered Li Xiaoyao's last words.

"Be extra careful... of yourself."

Beware of what? Is it the remnant soul of Qingyunzi that may be lurking within you? Is it the ambition that will swell as your power grows?

Or should we be careful not to gradually lose our "true self" in the process of pursuing the truth?

he does not know.

But he knew that some things had to be put to rest.

Shen Mo took a deep breath and formed a hand seal. His ten fingers danced like butterflies flitting among flowers, and streams of spiritual light flowed from his fingertips, landing on the two jade slips.

That was no ordinary sealing technique, but a method he had comprehended from the "Source Sea Dao Scripture," which combined his own understanding of "source" and "self."

The intertwining spiritual light transformed into ancient runes, enveloping the two jade slips layer by layer.

The runes stacked thicker and thicker, eventually condensing into two pigeon-egg-sized, chaotic-colored cocoons of light.

On the surface of the cocoon, fine lines slowly rotate, as if expounding some profound truth.

Shen Mo's forehead was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

Each layer of this seal consumes a massive amount of true essence and mental energy.

But he didn't stop until his face turned slightly pale before finally casting the last hand seal.

The two cocoons of light trembled slightly, their surface luster dimming, becoming like two inconspicuous, dusty pebbles.

Shen Mo raised his hand and swept them away, storing them in the deepest part of his storage ring, in a small, isolated space.

Apart from these two jade slips, there was nothing else there.

After doing all this, he leaned against the bulkhead and let out a long breath.

It felt like something had been ripped out of my chest, leaving an empty feeling.

But then, an unprecedented sense of clarity rose from the depths of my mind.

It's like shedding the shackles I've carried for too long.

It's like breaking the chains that bound your steps.

He closed his eyes, and many images flashed through his mind: the thousands of disciples looking up at him in front of Liuyun Hall, Han Lin's solemn face when he received the array plate, and Shi Tie's simple-minded look of "I'm going to fight ten of them".

Li Xiaocao's bulging medicine pouch, Su Xiao's glance back before disappearing into the shadows, A Tu's focused attention as he crouched on the floor tiles, Wang Hu's tightly pursed lips as he wiped his knife...

There's an even earlier one. When he first transmigrated, the Qingyun Sect was a dilapidated mountain gate with only a few dozen disciples scattered around. Han Lin was just a teenager, Shi Tie only knew how to chop wood, and Zhao Qingyan was hiding in a corner, arranging stones and setting up formations...

We've come this far.

Shen Mo opened his eyes.

The quiet room remained dark, but something in his eyes gradually settled and solidified into an almost tangible determination.

"This journey," he murmured to himself, his voice echoing in the small, quiet room, "is solely for Shen Mo in this life."

Only for those who call him sect leader.

All for the mountain gate he had rebuilt himself.

All for the sake of ensuring that Qingyun Sect can stand upright and honorable in the future of Tianyuan Realm.

He sat up straight again, formed a mudra with his hands, and began to regulate his breathing. His vital energy circulated through his meridians, circulating rapidly throughout his body.

The Moyun Shuttle silently traversed the night sky, carrying the fate of a ship full of people, heading towards the giant city in the north where the winds of change converge.

Outside the window, the stars gradually lit up.

The night is long and the road ahead is unknown.

But someone always has to go and take the plunge.