Apart from deliberately concealing it from the will of heaven, Yu Chen and Daoist Cihang made no special effort to hide their conversation. Queen Mother of the West in the Jade Pool saw everything clearly.
"This fellow isn't worried about himself at all, but his disciples must be frantic with worry."
As she spoke, Queen Mother of the West turned her gaze toward Biyou Palace on Penglai Island in the Eastern Sea.
The myriad immortals gathered there had already changed several times. Many Highest Purity Dao cultivators entered and left, departed and returned.
Before this, countless immortal arts, secret techniques, divine abilities, and formations had been created one after another. Some spread throughout the Eastern Sea, driving the flourishing of the immortal path; others were passed into the Central Plains, becoming part of the foundation of the Shang Dynasty and its immortal path's destiny.
Yet among the many disciples of the Highest Purity Dao, those who had received the true transmission and were closely connected to Yu Chen had never left the Myriad Immortals Formation.
"Still no good!"
Horned-Head Immortal surveyed the phenomena around him. He wanted to leave, yet was firmly imprisoned where he stood.
Though his cultivation rose every moment, breaking through the threshold of the Dao Realm and even reaching a point where it could rise no further—
The few of them still could not break free of their restraints.
Seeing Horned-Head Immortal's savage expression, Spirit Fang Immortal pondered for a moment before saying, "I have a method. It may work."
"What method?" Horned-Head Immortal turned to Spirit Fang Immortal, a trace of surprise surfacing in his eyes.
The two had cultivated together. When they had discussed matters earlier, Spirit Fang Immortal had not mentioned any solution. How had he suddenly figured one out now?
"Let us