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As if guided by some unseen force, Shen Mo separated an extremely subtle, almost invisible wisp of divine consciousness, devoid of any intention to attack or probe, extending merely like a tentacle, and cautiously probed towards the endless dark abyss below.

At first, when his divine sense passed through the thin spiritual mist, everything was normal, except that he felt the spiritual energy below was becoming increasingly thin and cold.

After descending about a hundred feet, the divine sense touched some kind of invisible barrier extending from the Tianyuan base. The barrier was not a physical entity, but rather a field, both gentle and resilient, separating Tianyuan from the abyss below.

Divine sense easily passed through this barrier, which seemed to be only effective against physical objects and powerful energy impacts.

The price continued to fall.

Two hundred feet, three hundred feet… My divine sense felt as if it had fallen into icy water. The surrounding aura grew increasingly cold and gloomy, and the spiritual energy was almost nonexistent. In its place was a chaotic, deathly stillness, yet seemingly containing immense power, the “power of the void.” The extension of my divine sense began to become sluggish, as if I were traversing a viscous swamp.

Five hundred feet. Below was pure darkness, not even the chaotic ripples of space could be seen. There was only a suffocating emptiness, as if it could freeze the soul.

Shen Mo's mind involuntarily tensed up. Although this wisp of his divine consciousness was weak, it was connected to his main body, and if it were damaged here, it would cause a certain backlash against him.

Just as he was hesitating whether to continue or withdraw—

"Buzz..."

A faint tremor, so faint it seemed like a mere illusion, came from the depths of that abyss. It was not a sound, but a "wave" that acted directly on consciousness, on the very essence of the soul.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Mo "saw"—no, sensed—that a glimmer of "light" seemed to have appeared in the depths of that endless darkness.

It was not light in the visual sense, but a manifestation of "existence," a trace of "order."

It was extremely faint, like a candle flickering in the wind, yet it carried an indescribable sense of antiquity and vicissitude, as if it had existed there since the beginning of time, silently resisting the surrounding nothingness and chaos.

Just as Shen Mo's divine sense was trying to "see" that "light" clearly, or rather, trying to understand its form of existence—

An indescribable, irresistible, gentle force, seemingly emanating from the entire universe and from the very rules themselves, suddenly descended!

It's not an attack, but more like a "rejection," a "correction." Like a mother's hand gently brushing away a child's fingers reaching for the flame.

Before Shen Mo's probing divine sense could even react, it was gently yet firmly "pushed" out from the depths of the abyss by this gentle yet overwhelming force. It passed through the cold void power and the invisible barrier, and finally "whooshed" back into Shen Mo's sea of ​​consciousness between his eyebrows.

The whole process was so fast it felt like it hadn't happened at all. Only a very slight throbbing pain between my eyebrows and a fleeting glimpse of the ancient "faint light" in my heart proved that what I had just witnessed was not an illusion.

Shen Mo's face was slightly pale, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air; his vest was already soaked with cold sweat.

In that instant, he felt as if he had become a leaf in a raging storm, utterly powerless to resist.

That power... was vast, boundless, and filled with an indifference and majesty akin to the "Way of Heaven".

It was completely different from the power of cultivators; it was more like... the power of "rules" themselves?

Is it Tianyuan's own protective mechanism? Or... is there something beneath this abyss that even Tianyuan must strictly seal off and prevent from being spied on? What is that ancient "faint light"?

Countless questions and speculations surged into his mind like a tide, only to be forcibly suppressed. With his current cultivation level and understanding, he was simply incapable of exploring secrets at this level.

His actions just now were somewhat reckless. Fortunately, that power seemed to have no ill intentions, or rather, it disdained to show malice towards his ant-like divine sense.

They simply "invited" him out.

He looked up again at the magnificent city floating above the abyss outside the window. The cool "moonlight" shone on the white buildings, and the surrounding mist was enchanting, creating an ethereal atmosphere.

But at this moment, in Shen Mo's eyes, this sky city was like a silent and powerful behemoth lying on the edge of endless danger. Beneath its magnificent appearance were cold and solid armor, complex and precise weapons, and unfathomable secrets.

This city itself is a huge mystery, a terrifying war fortress.

He slowly closed the window, shutting out the magnificent yet dangerous night view. He returned to the meditation cushion in the quiet room and sat down cross-legged.

I closed my eyes, but couldn't immediately enter a meditative state.

Countless pieces of information and images churned in my mind.

Yan Lie of the Lieyang Sect gave a seemingly warm but actually distant and probing smile.

The Heavenly Sword Sect may harbor hostility and scheming.

The mysterious Li Xiaoyao's elusive yet always crucial warnings.

The strange auras of the cultivators he sensed in the Suspended Mountain and the City of Ten Thousand Laws, as well as the clues that Su Xiao discovered that might be related to the "Netherworld Path".

The jade slip of Qingyunzi has a disturbing connection with the Fallen Star Sea and this Heavenly Abyss.

The "Self-Doubt Note" in my pocket, which records my self-doubt and system warnings...

There were also Shi Tie, Wang Hu, Zhao Qingyan, Su Xiao, Li Xiaocao, Atu... a series of young and trustworthy faces.

All of this was like countless invisible threads, interwoven into a vast and complex net. And he and the Qingyun Sect were standing at a certain node in this net, with the road ahead shrouded in mist and dangers lurking all around.

The Tianyuan Conference is an opportunity, a stage, but it is also very likely to be the center of a storm and the fuse that ignites countless conflicts.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. The chaotic thoughts churning in his chest began to settle and subside little by little as the mental cultivation method of the "Source Sea Scripture" was silently activated.

The cultivation technique circulated through his meridians, and his nascent soul emitted a warm yet firm light within his dantian, like a stabilizing anchor, calming his somewhat turbulent mind.

No matter how complex this network is, no matter how many storms lie ahead, no matter how many unknown dangers and schemes lie ahead...

You have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to go step by step.

Thinking too much now is pointless.

The most important thing is to take this step well.

The next step is to lead the Qingyun Sect to a firm foothold at the upcoming Tianyuan Conference.

Demonstrate sufficient value, earn a certain level of respect, acquire necessary resources, and at the same time, try to see through the hidden players and pieces as much as possible.

Only by standing firm can one be qualified to discuss the next step, have the ability to cope with even fiercer storms, and have the opportunity to explore the earth-shattering secrets hidden deep within the mist—secrets about this world, about oneself, and about Qingyunzi.

Shen Mo's heart gradually calmed down, becoming as still as an ancient well.

With all distracting thoughts gone, the mind becomes clear and lucid.

He stopped thinking about the distant future and unfathomable secrets, immersing his mind completely in the profound workings of the "Source Sea Dao Scripture." Pure spiritual energy from heaven and earth gathered through the spirit-gathering array in the quiet room, which he absorbed, refined, and integrated into his nascent soul, consolidating his foundation and nourishing his spirit.

Time flowed silently in the quiet room.

The "moonlight" outside the window shifts, and the stars move.

The entire city of Tianyuan gradually sank into a deeper "night". Only the patrolling Tianyuan Guards occasionally swept silently through the streets.

Perhaps only deep within certain palaces are people still secretly conversing, planning, or cultivating.

There is often an unusual calm before a storm.

But how long can this tranquility last?