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The divine sense paused on him, especially at his dantian and nascent soul, for an extremely brief moment.

In that instant, Shen Mo felt as if he had been completely seen through; all his secrets, all his cultivation, and even the fluctuations deepest in his soul were exposed.

The Qingyunzi jade slip in his arms, which was sealed layer by layer, also evoked an almost uncontrollable, instinctive, intense tremor, as if it had encountered an existence of the same level, or a natural enemy!

If the seal hadn't been powerful enough, and if the divine thought hadn't been specifically targeted, it probably would have been exposed long ago.

Immediately, that vast divine thought receded like the tide, disappearing without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Only Shen Mo, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat, remained in the quiet room, along with the indescribable fear and awe that lingered deep in his soul.

"Huff... Huff..." Shen Mo suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily, his face slightly pale.

The oppressive feeling he experienced just now was countless times stronger than when he crossed the gale belt and faced the abyss! That was something no Nascent Soul cultivator could possess, and even a Deity Transformation cultivator... might not have such power!

Who is it? The Pavilion Master of the Sky Patrol Pavilion? The leader of one of the three holy lands? Or... this Tianyuan itself, some ancient being that is sleeping?

Just as his mind raced with doubt and uncertainty, the door to the quiet room was silently pushed open a crack, and Su Xiaoqing's voice, cold yet subtly tense, entered: "Sect Leader, just now..."

"You felt it too?" Shen Mo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his churning blood and qi, and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes." Su Xiao appeared at the door, his face paler than usual, clearly having been greatly shocked. "Just now, an indescribable, immense will swept over us, irresistible and its source untraceable."

"All the warning marks that the disciple set up became ineffective at that moment, as if they didn't exist. That feeling... wasn't like a malicious attack, but more like... an inspection."

"Inspection..." Shen Mo murmured repeatedly, his gaze becoming deep and unfathomable.

It seems this wasn't specifically targeting the Qingyun Sect, but rather a "surveillance" conducted by the conference's higher-ups on the eve of the opening ceremony for all participating forces? Or perhaps it was merely a routine "security check"?

Regardless of the reason, it once again confirms the unfathomable depths of the Heavenly Origin and the terrifying power possessed by the hidden players behind the scenes.

"Notify everyone that everything is alright." Shen Mo composed himself and said to Su Xiao, "What just happened must not be told to anyone, nor should it cause panic among the disciples. Just pretend... nothing happened."

"Yes." Su Xiao nodded, her figure disappearing back into the shadows. But Shen Mo could sense that the surveillance network she had set up, after a moment of stagnation, had quietly started operating again, only more cautiously and discreetly than before.

Shen Mo sat alone in the quiet room for a long time before slowly exhaling a breath of stale air, suppressing the last trace of fear in his heart. He walked to the window and looked at the magnificent and eternal Tianyuan outside.

The high-hanging array compass, the floating immortal mountains and pavilions, the flowing spiritual mist... everything was as usual, as if the suffocating "gaze" just now was just an illusion.

But he knew it wasn't.

This silent "review" is more like a signal, a declaration that a prelude has begun. The real storm is about to officially arrive with tomorrow's highly anticipated opening ceremony.

The following day was the opening ceremony of the Jiazi edition of the Tianyuan Conference.

From the early morning, the atmosphere in Tianyuan was completely different from usual. The constant and gentle sunlight seemed to brighten a bit, and an indescribable solemnity and excitement permeated the air.

On the streets, the number of cultivators dressed in various sect robes and with varying levels of aura increased significantly. Everyone looked solemn and walked hurriedly, converging towards the city center.

Occasionally, magnificent flying boats and majestic warships would flash by on specific guiding light paths, heading towards the core area at a higher altitude.

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Inside Yunqi Garden, the members of Qingyun Sect had already risen. Everyone had changed into the latest defensive robes purchased from the Treasure Pavilion; their blue robes were spotless and immaculate, and their spirits were refreshed.

Shi Tie wiped the giant axe again and again, Wang Hu silently adjusted the straps of his wrist guards, Zhao Qingyan checked the portable array plate and talismans one last time, Li Xiaocao carefully distributed the various pills she had prepared to everyone, and A Tu nervously rubbed his hands, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

Even the younger disciples, such as Zhao Ming and Sun Hai, straightened their backs as much as possible, their eyes filled with both trepidation and barely suppressed excitement.

Shen Mo walked out of the meditation room, still wearing that simple blue Taoist robe, his long hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, his face calm and his gaze steady.

His gaze slowly swept over the ten disciples who were fully prepared in the courtyard. He took in the fierceness of Shi Tie and Wang Hu, the calmness of Zhao Qingyan and Su Xiao, the focus of Li Xiaocao and A Tu, and the tension and anticipation of Zhao Ming, Sun Hai and others.

"Is everything ready?" Shen Mo asked, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Ready, Sect Leader!" the crowd responded in unison, their voices ringing out.

He paused for a moment, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping across every young face.

"I know you may feel nervous, apprehensive, wary of unknown opponents, and doubtful of your own abilities. That's normal."

"Because what we are facing is the most outstanding young talents of the Eastern Wilderness, a profound foundation passed down for thousands of years, and countless cultivation techniques and secret arts that we have never seen or even imagined."

"But you must remember even more," Shen Mo's voice suddenly turned sharp, carrying a resolute force, "you are my disciples, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect!"

"You came from that southern region, a land considered barbaric, fighting your way out of the predicament of being surrounded by demonic beasts, scarce resources, and powerful enemies!"

"You have experienced the eerie howls of the Burial Valley of Souls, traversed the raging torrents of the Gale Belt, witnessed the bizarre and mysterious nature of the Fallen Star Sea, and also endured contempt and insults in this Tianyuan!"

"I've seen all the sweat you shed, the injuries you sustained, and the breath you held back along the way. You're not flowers in a greenhouse; you're wild grass that struggled out of the cracks in the rocks, with sharp edges and a tough backbone!"

"So, raise your heads! Stand tall!" Shen Mo's gaze was piercing. "The Tianyuan Tournament is an arena, a battlefield, and above all, a stage for my Qingyun Sect to declare its existence to the entire Eastern Wilderness!"

"We're not here to be background figures, to make up the numbers, or to be a laughingstock!"

"We must win! We must win every single match! With your swords, your formations, your elixirs, your fists, we will win! We will fight! We will tell everyone, the Azure Cloud Sect of the Southern Region has arrived! My disciples, Shen Mo's disciples, have arrived!"

"But you must remember even more," Shen Mo's tone softened again, but became even more solemn, "Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war, and the path of cultivation is even longer."

"In any competition, there will always be someone even stronger. When faced with an opponent you can't defeat, admitting defeat is not shameful. Survival is always the top priority!"

"I don't want to see any of you lose your lives in the ring because of a moment of impulsiveness or greed for glory!"

"You are the seeds of my Qingyun Sect, the hope for the future. Your lives are a hundred times, a thousand times more precious than any temporary victory or defeat, or any empty fame!"

"Therefore, I demand that you, once on stage, give it your all and act with a clear conscience. But if things become unwinnable, admit defeat immediately, without hesitation! As long as you're alive, you can always fight again. This principle must be ingrained in your very being!"

"Yes! Sect Leader! This disciple will remember!" The crowd shouted in unison again, their voices filled with high fighting spirit and firm resolve.

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"Is everything ready?" Shen Mo asked, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Ready, Sect Leader!" the crowd responded in unison, their voices ringing out.

"Alright." Shen Mo nodded, walked to the center of the courtyard, and faced the crowd. "Today, the Tianyuan Assembly opens. From this moment on, our Qingyun Sect officially stands before all the sects, families, and countless cultivators of the Eastern Wilderness."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping across every young face.

"I know you may feel nervous, apprehensive, wary of unknown opponents, and doubtful of your own abilities. That's normal."

"Because what we are facing is the most outstanding young talents of the Eastern Wilderness, a profound foundation passed down for thousands of years, and countless cultivation techniques and secret arts that we have never seen or even imagined."

"But you must remember even more," Shen Mo's voice suddenly turned sharp, carrying a resolute force, "you are my disciples, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect!"

"You came from that southern region, a land considered barbaric, fighting your way out of the predicament of being surrounded by demonic beasts, scarce resources, and powerful enemies!"

"You have experienced the eerie howls of the Burial Valley of Souls, traversed the raging torrents of the Gale Belt, witnessed the bizarre and mysterious nature of the Fallen Star Sea, and also endured contempt and insults in this Tianyuan!"

"I've seen all the sweat you shed, the injuries you sustained, and the breath you held back along the way. You're not flowers in a greenhouse; you're wild grass that struggled out of the cracks in the rocks, with sharp edges and a tough backbone!"

"So, raise your heads! Stand tall!" Shen Mo's gaze was piercing. "The Tianyuan Tournament is an arena, a battlefield, and above all, a stage for my Qingyun Sect to declare its existence to the entire Eastern Wilderness!"

"We're not here to be background figures, to make up the numbers, or to be a laughingstock!"

"We must win! We must win every single match! With your swords, your formations, your elixirs, your fists, we will win! We will fight! We will tell everyone, the Azure Cloud Sect of the Southern Region has arrived! My disciples, Shen Mo's disciples, have arrived!"

"But you must remember even more," Shen Mo's tone softened again, but became even more solemn, "Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war, and the path of cultivation is even longer."

"In any competition, there will always be someone even stronger. When faced with an opponent you can't defeat, admitting defeat is not shameful. Survival is always the top priority!"

"I don't want to see any of you lose your lives in the ring because of a moment of impulsiveness or greed for glory!"

"You are the seeds of my Qingyun Sect, the hope for the future. Your lives are a hundred times, a thousand times more precious than any temporary victory or defeat, or any empty fame!"

"Therefore, I demand that you, once on stage, give it your all and act with a clear conscience. But if things become unwinnable, admit defeat immediately, without hesitation! As long as you're alive, you can always fight again. This principle must be ingrained in your very being!"

"Yes! Sect Leader! This disciple will remember!" The crowd shouted in unison again, their voices filled with high fighting spirit and firm resolve.

"Alright." Shen Mo nodded, walked to the center of the courtyard, and faced the crowd. "Today, the Tianyuan Assembly opens. From this moment on, our Qingyun Sect officially stands before all the sects, families, and countless cultivators of the Eastern Wilderness."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping across every young face.

"I know you may feel nervous, apprehensive, wary of unknown opponents, and doubtful of your own abilities. That's normal."

"Because what we are facing is the most outstanding young talents of the Eastern Wilderness, a profound foundation passed down for thousands of years, and countless cultivation techniques and secret arts that we have never seen or even imagined."

"But you must remember even more," Shen Mo's voice suddenly turned sharp, carrying a resolute force, "you are my disciples, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect!"

"You came from that southern region, a land considered barbaric, fighting your way out of the predicament of being surrounded by demonic beasts, scarce resources, and powerful enemies!"

"You have experienced the eerie howls of the Burial Valley of Souls, traversed the raging torrents of the Gale Belt, witnessed the bizarre and mysterious nature of the Fallen Star Sea, and also endured contempt and insults in this Tianyuan!"

"I've seen all the sweat you shed, the injuries you sustained, and the breath you held back along the way. You're not flowers in a greenhouse; you're wild grass that struggled out of the cracks in the rocks, with sharp edges and a tough backbone!"

"So, raise your heads! Stand tall!" Shen Mo's gaze was piercing. "The Tianyuan Tournament is an arena, a battlefield, and above all, a stage for my Qingyun Sect to declare its existence to the entire Eastern Wilderness!"

"We're not here to be background figures, to make up the numbers, or to be a laughingstock!"

"We must win! We must win every single match! With your swords, your formations, your elixirs, your fists, we will win! We will fight! We will tell everyone, the Azure Cloud Sect of the Southern Region has arrived! My disciples, Shen Mo's disciples, have arrived!"

"But you must remember even more," Shen Mo's tone softened again, but became even more solemn, "Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war, and the path of cultivation is even longer."

"In any competition, there will always be someone even stronger. When faced with an opponent you can't defeat, admitting defeat is not shameful. Survival is always the top priority!"

"I don't want to see any of you lose your lives in the ring because of a moment of impulsiveness or greed for glory!"

"You are the seeds of my Qingyun Sect, the hope for the future. Your lives are a hundred times, a thousand times more precious than any temporary victory or defeat, or any empty fame!"

"Therefore, I demand that you, once on stage, give it your all and act with a clear conscience. But if things become unwinnable, admit defeat immediately, without hesitation! As long as you're alive, you can always fight again. This principle must be ingrained in your very being!"

"Yes! Sect Leader! This disciple will remember!" The crowd shouted in unison again, their voices filled with high fighting spirit and firm resolve.

He paused for a moment, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping across every young face.

"I know you may feel nervous, apprehensive, wary of unknown opponents, and doubtful of your own abilities. That's normal."

"Because what we are facing is the most outstanding young talents of the Eastern Wilderness, a profound foundation passed down for thousands of years, and countless cultivation techniques and secret arts that we have never seen or even imagined."

"But you must remember even more," Shen Mo's voice suddenly turned sharp, carrying a resolute force, "you are my disciples, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect!"

"You came from that southern region, a land considered barbaric, fighting your way out of the predicament of being surrounded by demonic beasts, scarce resources, and powerful enemies!"

"You have experienced the eerie howls of the Burial Valley of Souls, traversed the raging torrents of the Gale Belt, witnessed the bizarre and mysterious nature of the Fallen Star Sea, and also endured contempt and insults in this Tianyuan!"

"I've seen all the sweat you shed, the injuries you sustained, and the breath you held back along the way. You're not flowers in a greenhouse; you're wild grass that struggled out of the cracks in the rocks, with sharp edges and a tough backbone!"

"So, raise your heads! Stand tall!" Shen Mo's gaze was piercing. "The Tianyuan Tournament is an arena, a battlefield, and above all, a stage for my Qingyun Sect to declare its existence to the entire Eastern Wilderness!"

"We're not here to be background figures, to make up the numbers, or to be a laughingstock!"

"We must win! We must win every single match! With your swords, your formations, your elixirs, your fists, we will win! We will fight! We will tell everyone, the Azure Cloud Sect of the Southern Region has arrived! My disciples, Shen Mo's disciples, have arrived!"

"But you must remember even more," Shen Mo's tone softened again, but became even more solemn, "Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war, and the path of cultivation is even longer."

"In any competition, there will always be someone even stronger. When faced with an opponent you can't defeat, admitting defeat is not shameful. Survival is always the top priority!"

"I don't want to see any of you lose your lives in the ring because of a moment of impulsiveness or greed for glory!"

"You are the seeds of my Qingyun Sect, the hope for the future. Your lives are a hundred times, a thousand times more precious than any temporary victory or defeat, or any empty fame!"

"Therefore, I demand that you, once on stage, give it your all and act with a clear conscience. But if things become unwinnable, admit defeat immediately, without hesitation! As long as you're alive, you can always fight again. This principle must be ingrained in your very being!"

"Yes! Sect Leader! This disciple will remember!" The crowd shouted in unison again, their voices filled with high fighting spirit and firm resolve.