When the Little Pavilion appeared on the mysterious grassland, dazzling five-colored spiritual light flickered around it. Its surface began to transform, and before long, it had become a wooden pavilion with the same texture as the little wooden hut. The restrictive light barrier surrounding it also fell still. Li Xiaoya lay motionless on its floor, with no telling what had happened to him...
Meanwhile, on Treasure Mountain's Main Peak, the Spirit Communion Stage demonic cultivators, High Person Qianshan, and the Medicine Venerable of Spring Returning were all meditating with their eyes closed. Yet they were only half immersed in meditation, hurriedly taking elixirs to restore their magic power while keeping their divine sense firmly locked on Old Dragon Head's location, afraid the Old Geezer might flee in an instant.
How they wished the other Spirit Communion Stage cultivators would come up now! Then Old Dragon Head would have more trouble than he could carry away. But that was merely wishful thinking. To keep the treasures for themselves, they had sealed the entrance with restrictions and even set up a Bewildering Formation before the medicinal canon in the Pill Chamber. Who could possibly make it up in so little time? These Spirit Communion Stage great cultivators had truly lifted a stone only to smash their own feet, inviting suffering upon themselves.
The demonic cultivators' earlier threats to descend the mountain and wipe out the Fire Dragon Palace had really been meant to infuriate Old Dragon Head. That did not mean they would never actually do it, but now was not the time. Li Xiaoya had vanished somewhere, and Old Dragon Head plainly had a reason for staying here. Naturally, they had to stay as well. They would never go back empty-handed like this.
They had already agreed to decide what to