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Great Qian, Righteous Qi Peak.

It had now become the headquarters of the League of Aberrants.

A massive willow tree swayed in the wind, countless willow catkins drifting down like falling snow. A thick layer of white fluff had accumulated over the ground.

"Wooo! Wooo!"

Suddenly, the heads of men and women hanging from the willow's branches began to howl.

Creeeak!

The trunk split apart, revealing an aged human face. "This old man's offshoot has sent word... the Supreme Elder of the Medicine King Sect in the Far Western Lands... has achieved Spirit Transformation!"

"This world can still produce an Immortal Dao Spirit Transformation cultivator?"

A female cultivator of ravishing beauty, barefoot with jade-white feet and every glance brimming with alluring charm, approached the willow tree. "Willow God... you didn't hear wrongly, did you?"

The old man's face fell silent for a moment before answering, "...There can be no mistake!"

His voice was calm and slow... like a great tree, utterly devoid of emotion.

"Tch... how dull. Cultivating yourself into such a lifeless state... how could you possibly enjoy the pleasures of flesh and blood?"

The barefoot woman scoffed.

Then, a paper figurine drifted in from outside. It rapidly expanded, becoming a pale-faced young man. "An Immortal Dao Spirit Transformation cultivator—this is a matter of grave importance. We must report it to the Alliance Leader at once..."

As he spoke, regret surfaced on his face again. "I have long wished to go to the Far Western Lands and uproot the cultivators' last remaining shoots... but the Alliance Leader has never permitted it..."

"Hehe... I think he's afraid you'd die there. A Paper Demon once appeared in the Far Western Lands too, yet he ultimately died without a sound... Now we all know that unless the paper-folding art is cultivated to