Eastern Arrival Divine Province.
Above a mountain range, five Spirit Transformation cultivators flew in.
These cultivators were not particularly advanced. The strongest was merely at the third level of Spirit Transformation, while most were between the first and second levels.
"Eh? Since when did a sect appear in Mount Chulu?"
A man in green suddenly changed expression and pointed in a certain direction.
Everyone looked over.
Several miles away, the radiance of a great formation tightly enshrouded a stretch of mountains, making it impossible to see what lay within.
"Let's go take a look."
A man in white said curiously.
Their figures flickered, and within a few breaths, they had flown above the formation.
"This formation isn't particularly ingenious. If we join forces, we can break it in less than a month..."
An old man in black robes gazed at the formation below and smiled dismissively.
The others nodded.
A sect capable of setting up such a formation probably was not very strong.
The man in green rolled his eyes, then suddenly cupped his fists and called down in a clear voice, "May I ask which fellow cultivator has founded a sect here? Could you come out for a meeting?"
His voice rumbled, blanketing all directions.
Inside the formation, every member of the Heavenly Toad Tribe heard him and saw the five Spirit Transformation powerhouses floating outside the formation.
"Patriarch, you must not go out."
Within the valley, Saintess Ruoyou raised her head to stare at the formation, her expression grave.
"I understand."
The patriarch nodded.
The origins of these five Spirit Transformation powerhouses were unknown. If he rashly left the formation, they might very well make a move against him.
"Fellow cultivator, could you come out for a meeting?"
Seeing no response from the formation, the man in green