Chang Tianhua's malice was completely undisguised. With Song Changsheng's keen spiritual senses, he naturally noticed it, and he was not surprised in the slightest.
The two of them had always been mortal enemies. It would have been truly strange if Chang Tianhua did not come looking for trouble.
Song Changsheng was not worried about Chang Tianhua at all. Though his reputation had spread far and wide, it was not a reputation for might, but infamy. He merely relied on his status as the Young Sect Master to throw his weight around everywhere.
Song Changsheng had no concern for him whatsoever. He was nothing more than a good-for-nothing...
Time flowed by unnoticed. The Foundation Establishment Cultivators present suddenly opened their eyes at the same time. Song Xianyun said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoists, the time has come. Please join forces to open the Wutong Secret Realm!"
"Indeed."
The others nodded one after another, rising together and walking to the Wutong Tree's thick trunk.
Each of them took out a waist token and placed it into a corresponding groove in the trunk. Then, they each activated their spiritual power and poured it into the tokens.
Song Changsheng clearly sensed a fluctuation of formation power that flashed and disappeared. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, an idea stirred in his heart, and he quietly activated the Illusion Breaking Eye.
In the blink of an eye, heaven and earth turned grayish white once more. Spiritual light flowed through his eyes as he looked toward the incomparably sturdy Wutong Tree.
Formation patterns gradually appeared. Dense as a spiderweb, they stretched down from the tree crown and spread across the entire Wutong Tree, radiating outward from its center.
Intricate and profound formation patterns covered both the places where the Foundation Establishment Elders