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"Good." A faint, gratified smile appeared on Shen Mo's face. With a wave of his hand, ten pre-prepared, uniformly styled storage bags flew towards the ten disciples.

"Here are the last batch of combat supplies. There are higher-level 'Diamond Talismans' and 'Swiftness Talismans,' 'Blood Burning Pills' that can instantly unleash true energy (use with caution!), 'Heart-Cleansing and Mind-Tranquilizing Pills' and antidote powders that Li Xiaocao has improved and made more effective, and a few 'Small Teleportation Talismans' and 'Substitute Puppets' for life-saving in critical moments. Use them sparingly and only when necessary."

Everyone took the storage bags, scanned them with their divine senses, and their faces showed excitement. These items were all exquisite and valuable, clearly the sect leader's most prized possessions.

This profound trust and support warmed everyone's hearts and made them feel more at ease.

"Now, let's go." Shen Mo said no more, turned around first, and walked out of the courtyard.

The ten disciples immediately followed, automatically forming two rows with neat steps and solemn expressions. A refined and calm aura naturally emanated from this small group.

Leaving Yunqi Garden, I joined the flow of people heading to the central venue on the street. The gazes around me remained complex.

But when they saw the completely different spirit of this group of people in blue robes and felt the sharpness hidden in their silence, many of their initial contempt and ridicule involuntarily subsided.

Even Wu Chi, who was traveling with him from the Golden Wolf tribe, grinned with a fighting spirit when he saw Shi Tie, and gave him a thumbs up.

Shi Tie puffed out his chest and returned a powerful grin.

The flow of people was like rivers flowing into the sea, surging towards the most central and magnificent area of ​​Tianyuan—the Wendao Square.

The opening ceremony lasted the entire afternoon. The process was solemn, elaborate, and grand.

The deputy head of the Xuntian Pavilion and representatives from the three holy lands stationed in Tianyuan delivered speeches, reiterating the significance of the conference, emphasizing the rules, and looking to the future.

Countless phantom images of important figures, usually only existing in rumors, appeared one by one on the high platform, their imposing aura overwhelming, causing hundreds of thousands of participating cultivators and spectators below to hold their breath.

Shen Mo and his disciples stood quietly in the area belonging to the Qingyun Sect, listening and watching.

His gaze would occasionally sweep over the figures on the high platform whose auras were as deep as the ocean, and also over the faces of the various sect cultivators around him, who were either excited, nervous, proud, or deep in thought.

As the sun began to set (as part of a simulated battle formation), the opening ceremony finally came to a close with a resounding chime that shook the entire city.

Tomorrow, registration and preliminary selection for the specialized skills competition will officially begin, marking the start of the months-long Tianyuan Tournament.

As the crowd dispersed, on the way back to Yunqi Garden, night (again, a formation change) quietly enveloped Tianyuan.

The cool "moonlight" and the dazzling "stars" once again illuminated the night sky, complementing the lights that shone throughout the city, making this sky city look like a dreamlike fairyland.

The disciples returned to the courtyard, still immersed in the shock and excitement of the opening ceremony, whispering about the important figures they had met and speculating about tomorrow's competition.

Shen Mo did not participate, but simply told everyone to rest early and conserve their energy before returning to the quiet room alone.

Closing the door shut out the noise of the outside world. The quiet room was dark, with only a few specks of starlight filtering in from the window.

Shen Mo neither lit the lamp nor immediately sat down to meditate. He walked to the window and gazed at the dazzling city lights outside, which seemed within reach yet remained unattainable.

The floating mountain peaks in the distance, the pavilions and towers nearby, the winding rainbow bridge, the flowing mist... everything exudes a hazy and mysterious halo in the tranquil "night".

This city is so beautiful, so powerful, and so...unfathomable.

He stretched out his hand, and in his palm lay a simple, ancient jade talisman, neither gold nor wood. It was the token given to him by Li Xiaoyao, which he said could "cut a path in times of crisis."

The talisman was cool to the touch and rough to the touch. Under the dim light, the patterns on it seemed to flow slowly, containing a mysterious and ineffable sword intent and causal power. (Reading "Gou Zai Fei Men Bian Shenhua," enjoying the reading time.)

The fleeting glimpse of that vast divine sense during the day, the oppressive aura of those important figures at the opening ceremony, the astonishing information about Li Xiaoyao in Chen Hao's secret report, the possible connection with the "Netherworld Path," the secret of Qingyunzi's jade slip, the mystery surrounding his own identity...

Countless clues, crises, and mysteries, like the dazzling and chaotic city lights outside the window, intertwine to create a bizarre and unsettling picture.

The storm has already begun to unfold. And he and the Qingyun Sect behind him are right at the eye of the storm.

The road ahead is fraught with unpredictable dangers, treacherous schemes, a colossal force capable of crushing everything, and unfathomable ancient secrets.

A faint, almost imperceptible coolness emanated from the jade talisman in his palm, as if reminding him that this was not an illusion.

Shen Mo gazed out the window for a long time, his eyes reflecting a myriad of lights, yet as deep and still as an ancient well.

After a long while, he slowly closed his palms and tightly gripped the jade talisman. The icy touch gradually calmed his turbulent emotions, bringing them into a cold, almost absolute calm.

Whatever lies ahead, the storm has already arrived.

Then come on.

He turned around, walked back to the futon, and sat down cross-legged. His eyes were slightly closed, and the mental cultivation method of the "Source Sea Dao Scripture" flowed naturally. His nascent soul shone with a warm light, and his aura was as solid and steadfast as a mountain.

As dawn broke, or rather, the eternal light of Tianyuan City seemed to be infused with some indescribable power, becoming exceptionally clear, bright, and even carrying a hint of holiness.

The spiritual energy in the air seemed more lively and restless than usual, as if it were anticipating the arrival of something.

The road from Yunqi Garden to Wendao Square was already packed with people, a bustling scene. Cultivators from all regions, sects, races, and even foreign lands of the Eastern Wilderness were surging towards the center of Tianyuan City like rivers flowing into the sea.

They either flew low overhead in magnificent flying boats or majestic warships, or rode on swift and spirited beasts, or walked, forming a colorful, mixed, yet vigorous torrent.

The members of the Qingyun Sect, all dressed in brand-new blue robes, walked with measured steps through the crowd. Shen Mo led the way, his expression calm, his gaze steadily sweeping over the scenery along the way.

Shi Tie and Wang Hu followed closely behind, one on the left and one on the right, like two iron towers, protecting the curious and nervous Atu, Li Xiaocao and the others in the middle.

Zhao Qingyan and Su Xiao were positioned on the flanks of the group, one calmly observing the composition and movement of the surrounding crowd, and the other using her divine senses to capture every word that drifted through the air.

"There are so many people... This is many times more than when our Qingyun Mountain opened its gates to accept disciples..." Li Xiaocao clung to Shi Tie's arm, stood on tiptoe, and stared wide-eyed at the endless sea of ​​people in front of her, exclaiming softly.

"Of course," Wang Hu said in a deep voice. "This is the Tianyuan Assembly, a grand event held only once every hundred years in the Eastern Wilderness. Any sect or family with a bit of reputation and ambition would want to show their face and compete for that opportunity."

A-Tu shrank back and whispered, "So many powerful auras... It feels like I could bump into a Golden Core cultivator just by touching them..."

"What are you afraid of!" Shi Tie grumbled, tightening his grip on the giant axe on his back. "We're here to fight, not to count heads! No matter how many of us there are, once we're on stage, it's all about fists!"

"Senior Brother Shi is right," Zhao Qingyan's cool voice came, carrying a reassuring tone, "but we also need to observe and listen more. The sect leader said that in the grand assembly, in addition to strength, we also need insight and composure."

Shen Mo didn't join in the disciples' hushed conversations; he simply walked forward silently. He could sense that the closer he got to the Dao Inquiry Plaza, the more numerous and complex the gazes gathered around him became.

There was curiosity, scrutiny, exploration, disdain, and also a renewed sense of importance, tinged with a hint of surprise, born from yesterday's skill competition.

These gazes, like invisible threads, wove together into a vast net, enveloping the small boat of Qingyun Sect that had just sailed into the deep sea.

After passing through the last magnificent jade archway, carved with patterns of the sun, moon, and stars, a breathtaking view suddenly opened up before me.