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Shen Mo walked to the porthole and looked down at the mountains and land rushing past, their outlines blurred in the night.

The Mo Yun Shuttle was now flying at an altitude close to the limit for ordinary cultivators. Below lay endless darkness, with only a few scattered lights indicating signs of human habitation.

Further ahead, a vast, dark silhouette, deeper than the surrounding mountains, stretched out before them.

Wanyao Mountain Range.

Even from this distance, Shen Mo's Nascent Soul divine sense could vaguely sense the aura emanating from that region, a mixture of violence, wildness, and antiquity. It was a forbidden zone rarely trodden by human cultivators, a paradise for demonic beasts.

At the current speed, we will officially enter the outer airspace of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains by tomorrow afternoon.

Shen Mo silently calculated in his mind.

The concealment array of the Ink Cloud Shuttle can evade the perception of most low- to mid-level demonic beasts. However, deep within the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, there is no guarantee that there are no powerful demons that have cultivated intelligence or even taken human form. Those beings are exceptionally sensitive to fluctuations in space.

He wasn't afraid. With his Nascent Soul stage cultivation and the speed of the Ink Cloud Shuttle, as long as he didn't provoke anyone, he could easily escape unscathed. But the purpose of this trip wasn't to fight, but to travel. Unnecessary trouble should be avoided if possible.

He then thought of Tianyuan City.

That legendary colossal city, supposedly suspended above the clouds of the Nine Heavens, is the center of the cultivation world of the human race in the Eastern Wilderness. The Heavenly Origin Grand Competition, held every thirty years, gathers the essence of the younger generation of the entire Eastern Wilderness, but also countless open and covert attacks, conspiracies and schemes.

Qingyun Sect, a small, newly emerging sect located in the southern region, needs to establish itself on such a stage, and even fight for a place...

Shen Mo's fingers tapped unconsciously on the edge of the porthole.

difficult.

But no matter how difficult it is, we have to go.

He heard very faint footsteps behind him. Shen Mo didn't turn around, knowing it was Su Xiao.

"Sect Leader," Su Xiao's voice was almost whispered in their ear, so low that only the two of them could hear, "There's something following us thirty miles to our right rear. The aura is very faint, but it's been following us for almost half an hour."

Shen Mo's divine sense quietly spread over.

Sure enough, deep within the clouds behind the Ink Cloud Shuttle, several sharp and cold auras could be faintly seen, like knives hidden in the darkness. They were extremely fast and seemed to be using the clouds to conceal their forms.

"Iron Feather Eagle," Shen Mo said, "a common pheasant found on the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains. It lives in flocks, is ferocious, and likes to attack lone flying magical artifacts and cultivators. It seems to have sensed the spiritual energy fluctuations of the Ink Cloud Shuttle."

"Should we deal with it?" Su Xiao asked.

Shen Mo pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "No need. They can't keep up with the speed of the Ink Cloud Shuttle for now. Once we enter the outer perimeter of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains, if they still dare to keep up... it's good to let Shi Tie and the others practice their skills."

Su Xiao understood, and her figure faded away again.

Shen Mo stood by the window for a long time until the disciple on duty at midnight came to relieve him, then he turned and went back to the quiet room.

The next afternoon, the Mo Yunshuo began to slowly descend.

The view below gradually became clearer. It was no longer a neat landscape of mountains and fields, but a boundless, primitive, and menacing mountain range.

Ancient trees reach for the sky, vines spread like pythons, strange peaks and rocks stand tall, and a thick miasma flows through the valley. The air is filled with a mixture of decaying leaves, damp earth, and a certain fishy smell.

"Attention everyone," Shen Mo's voice echoed through the cabin's array, "Entering the outer airspace of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains. Stay alert."

Inside the main cabin, Shi Tie and Wang Hu, who were sparring, immediately stopped. Zhao Qingyan put away the array plate. Li Xiaocao turned the fire in the alchemy furnace to its lowest setting. A Tu leaned against the porthole, his eyes wide open.

Outside the window, huge black shadows could be seen flashing through the clouds from time to time, accompanied by piercing screams. In the dense forest below, the roars of beasts rose and fell, some deep and muffled like thunder, others sharp and shrill like whistles, sending chills down one's spine.

"My God..." a young disciple muttered under his breath, his face pale, "How many demonic beasts must there be..."

"Shut up," Wang Hu hissed, gripping the hilt of his knife.

Just then, a muffled thud came from the bulkhead, as if something had crashed into it. Then came a second, a third, as dense as rain.

"It's them!" Atu pointed out the window.

Seven or eight enormous falcons had caught up with the Ink Cloud Shuttle at some point, and were frantically attacking the protective light shield on the shuttle's surface with their metallic talons and sharp beaks. These falcons had wingspans exceeding two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), their feathers were as black as iron, and their eyes were blood red, filled with savagery.

It was the Ironfeathered Eagle.

The protective light shield rippled outwards, but remained perfectly still. Meanwhile, the Iron Feather Eagle's attacks grew increasingly frenzied, even attempting to ram into the ground with its body.

"Sect Leader!" Shi Tie abruptly stood up, his eyes flashing with ferocity. "Tell me to go out and slaughter them!"

Wang Hu also stood up, licking his lips: "Perfect timing to try out the newly learned combined attack."

Shen Mo glanced out the window. The strongest of these Iron Feather Eagles was only at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, with most at the early Foundation Establishment stage. They posed no real threat to Mo Yunsuo, but they were good whetstones for Shi Tie and the others.

"Approved." Shen Mo nodded. "Shi Tie, Wang Hu, take Zhao Ming and Sun Hai out of the cabin to meet the enemy. Qing Yan, you control the formation and be ready to provide support at any time. Xiao Cao, prepare healing pills. Atu, pay attention to your surroundings and guard against other demonic beasts' sneak attacks. Su Xiao, stay behind to provide support."

The two young disciples whose names were called—Zhao Ming and Sun Hai—were both nervous and excited. They quickly grabbed their magical artifacts and followed Shi Tie and Wang Hu toward the cabin door.

The hatch opened, and a violent gust of air and a foul stench instantly rushed in. Shi Tie roared, his body radiating an earthy-yellow spiritual light, and he charged out first. Wang Hu followed closely behind, his blade flashing protectively. Zhao Ming and Sun Hai also gritted their teeth and followed.

As soon as the four stepped out of the cabin, four Ironfeather Eagles immediately swooped down on them. Their sharp talons tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek.

"Well done!" Shi Tie laughed wildly, neither dodging nor avoiding, and swung his giant axe in a wide arc to chop down the nearest one.

The iron-feathered eagle seemed to have not expected the human to be so fierce. Unable to dodge in time, it was struck on the wing by the axe blade. Iron feathers flew everywhere, blood splattered, and it fell downwards with a mournful cry.

Wang Hu was even more agile. His movements were like a ghost, weaving between the two iron-feathered eagles. Each swing of his longsword precisely struck the eagles' claw joints or vital points in their necks. In just three or four breaths, the two iron-feathered eagles were severely injured and fell to the ground.

Zhao Ming and Sun Hai, being weaker in cultivation and somewhat clumsy in their coordination, were being forced into a chaotic situation by the Iron Feathered Eagle. Seeing this, Shi Tie forced his opponent back with a single axe strike, then turned and roared, "Zhao Ming, dodge to the left! Sun Hai, slash to the right!"

The two instinctively did as instructed. Iron Feather Eagle pounced on Zhao Ming, but Sun Hai's longsword struck from the right, slicing a gash in the eagle's belly. Iron Feather Eagle, in pain, faltered, and was struck on the head by the back of Shi Tie's axe, knocking it unconscious.

Seeing that most of their companions had been killed in an instant, the remaining Ironfeather Eagles let out angry shrieks, but dared not go forward. They simply circled in the distance, their blood-red eyes fixed on the four people.

"Pah, is that all you've got?" Shi Tie spat, carrying his axe.

Wang Hu frowned, looking at the flock of eagles circling in the distance, and whispered, "Something's not right. What are they waiting for?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a louder, more ferocious eagle cry echoed from the distant clouds. A black shadow, more than twice the size of an ordinary iron-feathered eagle, tore through the clouds and swooped down.

Its feathers faintly shimmered with dark gold patterns, and its eagle eyes were no longer blood red, but a strange dark gold, filled with a chilling killing intent.

Iron Feather Eagle King! His strength is comparable to the peak of Foundation Establishment, and he even has one foot in the Golden Core stage!

"Retreat!" Wang Hu shouted sharply.

But it was too late. The Eagle King was incredibly fast; with a flap of its wings, it was upon him, and a massive claw gleaming with a cold metallic light aimed straight for Shi Tie's skull! The claw's force was so sharp that it created a piercing sonic boom in the air.

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