Chapter 827

Central Lands.

Kunling City.

The spiritual light descending from countless restrictions drifted like flying willow catkins, like goose-feather snow falling thick and fast, scattering across the ground. A white-haired old cultivator sat atop the Ancient Teleportation Array leading to the East Sea, eyes closed in meditation.

Though extremely advanced in years, he was still a first-class existence in combat power among Nascent Soul cultivators throughout the Immortal Alliance. After all, he had once escaped in succession from the hands of Forget Demon Venerable and the Spirit Medium Bride. Had his attempt to Impact Spirit Transmutation not failed at the final hurdle, leaving him greatly injured, the Central Land Immortal Alliance would have gained another Spirit Transformation combatant.

Yet even though his breakthrough had failed, having now reached Nascent Soul Great Perfection, he was still qualified to bear the heavy responsibility of guarding the great teleportation formation between the Central Lands and the East Sea.

At This Moment, everything in the formation was normal. Though no cultivators emerged from it, and not a single cultivator who entered had sent back any information, in the eyes of every cultivator guarding this place, everything remained... normal.

As for that white-haired Nascent Soul Cultivator, though Spirit Transformation was no longer within reach, he sat in solemn meditation at all times, silently contemplating and visualizing, purifying his Cultivation Level. With his gaunt face and long brows, he resembled the stump of an old plum tree. Sitting for years without opening his eyes was nothing unusual.

But for some reason, he opened his eyes today and stared blankly for a moment.

A junior cultivator nearby, inspecting the restrictions, happened to witness it. It seemed to him that the old man's eyes reflected the same figure—yet it was not the figure of this junior cultivator. He could