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Shi Tie's pupils shrank sharply, and he roared, swinging his giant axe upwards with all his might, clashing head-on with the eagle's claw.

"clang--!"

The deafening clang of metal against metal was so loud it hurt everyone's eardrums. Shi Tie shuddered violently, his hands split open, his giant axe nearly slipped from his grasp, and he was thrown backward by the shock.

The eagle king was also not in good shape. Sparks flew from its claws as it was jolted upwards, but it quickly regained its footing. Its dark golden eyes gleamed with even greater ferocity as it swooped down again!

Wang Hu tried to rescue him, but was fiercely entangled by the other two Iron Feather Eagles. Zhao Ming and Sun Hai were even more intimidated by the Eagle King's imposing aura, and their movements were a beat slower.

It looked as the eagle's claws, capable of splitting gold and shattering stone, were about to strike Shi Tie's chest.

A vast, abyss-like, and icy, prison-like divine pressure suddenly descended!

It was a terrifying will that transcended the level of life and stood above all living beings, like a sleeping dragon opening its eyes and indifferently glancing at an ant.

The eagle king, pouncing, suddenly froze. For the first time, an indescribable fear flickered in its dark golden pupils, as if it had seen its natural enemy.

It let out a mournful cry, forcefully turned its body, flapped its wings frantically, and fled into the distance without looking back, not even caring about the remaining Ironfeather Eagles.

The Iron Feather Eagle in front of Wang Hu also screamed and scattered to escape.

In the blink of an eye, the once perilous battle became completely empty. Only the panting Shi Tie and his three companions remained, along with a few black dots rapidly disappearing on the distant horizon.

The hatch opened, and Shen Mo's calm voice came through: "Collect the spoils and come back."

Shi Tie then came to his senses, glanced at his bleeding hand, looked towards the porthole where Shen Mo was, and swallowed hard.

That divine sense just now... Although he didn't experience a direct impact, he would never forget the tremor in his soul that moment.

Just how strong is the sect leader?

Wang Hu silently sheathed his sword and stepped forward to help Shi Tie up. Zhao Ming and Sun Hai also hurried to collect the fallen or dead Iron Feather Eagle corpses. Iron feathers were excellent materials for refining weapons, eagle claws and beaks could be sold for money, and demon cores were even more valuable.

Back in the cabin, Li Xiaocao immediately came up with a medicine bottle to treat Shi Tie's wound. Shi Tie waved his hand: "It's just a superficial wound, nothing serious." But he still obediently sat down and let Xiaocao bandage him.

"How are you feeling?" Shen Mo asked.

Shi Tie paused for a moment, then honestly said, "That Eagle King... is very strong. I can't beat it one-on-one. It's too fast, and its claws are too hard."

Wang Hu also said, "The coordination is still a bit messy. Zhao Ming and Sun Hai are too nervous and their reactions are slow."

Zhao Ming and Sun Hai blushed and lowered their heads in silence.

"It's good that you know you're lacking." Shen Mo didn't criticize. "There are already demonic birds of this strength on the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains. It will only be more dangerous deeper inside. Remember what you felt today. In a life-or-death battle, even the slightest hesitation could cost you your life."

Everyone was awed.

A-Tu peeked out of the porthole and whispered, "Sect Leader, the direction the Eagle King fled in... seems a bit off. I sensed the earth's energy over there... is very chaotic and violent, like something huge is moving around."

Shen Mo extended his divine sense again, and sure enough, a hundred miles away in the direction the Eagle King had fled, he vaguely sensed an even more subtle and powerful demonic aura slowly awakening.

That aura had reached the Golden Core level, and it was filled with an ancient and violent flavor.

"Speed ​​up, get out of this area," Shen Mo ordered.

With a slight tremor, the Mo Yun Shuttle suddenly increased its speed, transforming into an almost invisible phantom as it sped northward.

Inside the cabin, as everyone looked out the window at the wild and dangerous forests rushing past, they realized for the first time with such clarity that the road to Tianyuan City was by no means an easy one.

The Mo Yun Shuttle flew through the sea of ​​clouds for three more days before the suffocating, wild atmosphere of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains gradually faded away.

When a strange peak, its body hanging upside down like a stalactite, appeared on the distant horizon, suspended above the clouds, everyone in the cabin breathed a sigh of relief.

"We've arrived at the Suspended Mountain Market." Shen Mo's voice rang out in the main cabin, waking everyone who was meditating.

Shi Tie was the first to rush to the porthole, his eyes wide: "My goodness, this mountain... it's upside down?"

In the distance, a mountain peak could be seen, its base tapering into the rolling sea of ​​clouds below, while the summit itself stretched out as a vast platform.

The platform is filled with pavilions and towers with flying eaves and brackets, and you can vaguely see figures. Various colored lights shuttle back and forth around the mountain like shooting stars.

"The Suspended Mountain is an ancient relic," Zhao Qingyan said, walking to the window and gazing up at the strange peak. "It is said that there is an 'Anti-Floating Divine Stone' at the core of the mountain, which is why it can resist the earth's gravity and remain suspended here. Later, it was discovered by cultivators and developed into this market town, which is considered one of the most important transit stations between the Southern and Central Regions."

"Shall we go down and rest for a bit?" Shi Tie rubbed his hands together, looking at Shen Mo expectantly. "We've been flying for days, and our mouths are practically watering. Let's go down and get some hot food, and also see what the mayors of the Central Region are like."

Li Xiaocao whispered, "Sect Leader, I... I want to see if there are any medicinal herbs here that are rare in our Southern Region... Atu also said he wanted to trade for some special ores..."

Atu nodded repeatedly, his eyes sparkling.

Shen Mo pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Alright. The Ink Cloud Shuttle needs to replenish its spiritual energy after continuous flight. Let's rest here for half a day, replenish some supplies, and gather some information."

The Mo Yun Shuttle adjusted its direction and slowly descended towards the bottom of the suspended mountain, where there was a circular platform that was clearly man-made.

A stone tablet stands at the edge of the platform, inscribed with the three ancient seal characters "Suspended Crossing". Next to it, more than a dozen flying magical artifacts of various sizes and shapes are moored.

Shen Mo parked the Ink Cloud Shuttle in an empty spot, and the group filed out. As soon as they stepped onto the platform's stone slabs, they were greeted by a rich, complex aura, a mixture of various spiritual herbs, minerals, talismans, and even the scents of demonic beast materials.

The place was bustling with noise, several times noisier than the busiest market day at Qingyun Mountain.

Looking around, the platform was crowded with cultivators. There were orthodox disciples in Taoist robes and tall hats, with an air of otherworldly elegance; there were rogue cultivators in coarse linen clothes, with a fierce aura; there were travelers in strange clothes, clearly from other lands; and there were even a few ghost cultivators shrouded in black robes, with only two points of eerie light showing.

Their cultivation levels varied greatly, with Foundation Establishment cultivators being commonplace and Golden Core cultivators not uncommon. Occasionally, one could sense one or two obscure, profound, and unsettling auras, clearly indicating Nascent Soul stage monsters.

The group from Qingyun Sect were dressed simply in the most ordinary Qingyun Sect standard blue robes, which made them seem somewhat out of place in this dazzling market filled with strange and unusual costumes.

As soon as the group moved through the tunnel, they attracted many glances, some overt and some covert. Some were curious, some scrutinizing, but most were a detached, condescending gaze.

"Tsk, another bunch of country bumpkins from the south." Not far away, a young cultivator in fine clothes, fanning himself with a folding fan, glanced at Shi Tie and the others and sneered.

His companion, a pretty female cultivator, covered her mouth and chuckled, "Senior Brother Zhao, why bother with these people? Look at their flying shuttle, it's all black and dark, without even a decent cloud pattern. They're probably some small sect from some remote mountain village, trying to show off their wealth."

Shi Tie had sharp ears, and upon hearing this, his eyebrows furrowed as he was about to lash out, but Wang Hu grabbed his arm.

"Don't forget what the sect leader said," Wang Hu said in a low voice.

Shi Tie took a few deep breaths, snorted, and turned his head away.

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