Xin Daoist's spiritual qi surged in as he charged through, his Dao arts already circulating. Scene after scene drifted past his eyes.
Yet all he saw were indistinct, unrecognizable halos of qi and light. He could not make out anything concrete, which surprised him somewhat.
He had experience in such matters. This usually meant his spiritual qi remained too far removed from the other party's and had not penetrated deeply enough, making clear perception impossible.
Some people's spiritual qi was exceptionally condensed, unwilling to let others pry into it so easily. He believed Daoist Zhang was likely the same. It also fit with what he knew of the man.
Therefore, he could only press deeper.
Fortunately, this man's worldly body was currently fighting an enemy and being held back. Even if Divine Void Land came under attack, he would find it difficult to respond with his full strength. Xin Daoist had also prepared himself: the moment anything seemed amiss, he would immediately withdraw from this place.
Having made up his mind, he guided his spiritual qi farther in. Once it passed deeper beneath the concealment of the treasure's qi, what his Dao arts revealed finally became clear, and countless scenes flashed before his eyes.
Among those scenes, the clearest was an enormous tree. It seemed the entire Divine Void Land was supported by it. Streams of branches and leaves hung from above like gorgeous silk ribbons, shining with a crystalline, glazed radiance. The fruits upon it resembled jeweled pendants and precious pearls, lustrous and gleaming.
Below the great tree lay what seemed to be a haze of spiritual light, impossible to see through clearly. Still, he vaguely sensed that there was more than one figure within.
After considering it, he realized he was inferior to his junior brother in matters