Amid their laughter and banter!
Within the hazy light screen, a portion of the divine senses of those old monsters remained fixed on the movements of the White Cloud Sect's Sect Protection Formation beneath the sea of clouds...
It was clear.
That in truth, they were not as relaxed and carefree as they appeared.
Elsewhere.
The White Cloud Sect's Grand Elder had arrived at the Back Mountain Forbidden Area.
He glanced at the ancient hall before him, wreathed in flowing light. A trace of hesitation flickered in his eyes as he inwardly sighed:
"Forget it!"
"Surely the Ancestor of the Ancient Sword Sect has no reason to deceive a minor Golden Core cultivator like me."
With that thought.
The White Cloud Sect's Grand Elder hesitated no longer and flipped his hand...
A crimson spirit talisman appeared between his two fingers.
Then, his lips moved slightly, and the talisman between his fingers began to glimmer with a faint halo.
A short while later.
With a flick of his hand, a crimson streak of light shot forth and sank into the Formation Light Screen before him, where faint ripples were spreading.
Immediately after.
Without looking back, he turned and departed.
At the same time, the Soul Puppet concealed within the ancient hall sensed something unusual and beckoned with a wave of its hand.
The crimson flowing light barreled through the ancient hall along a winding path, heading toward the Secret Chamber within.
Before long.
That crimson spirit talisman appeared in the Soul Puppet's hand.
At that very moment.
Within the Secret Realm's Teleportation Room.
Cheng Buzheng, seated cross-legged on a cushion, suddenly furrowed his brow, though the movements of his hands did not cease.
After quite some time...
The blood-colored vortex at the center of the formation before Cheng Buzheng abruptly collapsed,