A moment later, Xian Xiaozhi somewhat dejectedly withdrew his divine sense. He stretched out his hands and examined them carefully, secretly thinking, What kind of formation is this space? Or what sort of spirit treasure is this great tree? Clearly, my Qu Pu Immortal Alliance, Qiuyi Immortal Alliance, and the others are all in Night Wind Valley, while the other Immortal Alliances of the Dao Alliance are elsewhere. Yet through this great tree, I feel as though they are right before my eyes? And am I here now in my physical body, my Primordial Spirit, or merely a projection of my Primordial Spirit?
As he thought, Xian Xiaozhi wanted to circulate his magic power, but the notion vanished in a flash. He had already tried before: whether it was his physical body, Nascent Soul, or storage ring, everything usable on Yilin Continent could be used here! Xian Xiaozhi almost believed that if the Tribulation Crossing seniors of the Dao Alliance wished it, cultivators from any two places on Yilin Continent, no matter how far apart, could meet within this space and even fight to the death!
Having arrived at the Alliance Meeting, Alliance Leader Wen Jie Wen of the Qu Pu Immortal Alliance did not even dare breathe loudly. He sat cross-legged amid a thin branch, gazing up at the Tribulation Crossing cultivators high above, uncertain what he was thinking.
After perhaps the time it took to eat half a meal, a fit of "Cough, cough..." sounded from the tree canopy. The dozens of Tribulation Crossing cultivators who had been whispering all fell silent and looked toward the center of the canopy. There was no dazzling radiance, nor any earth-shaking tremor. A short old man simply appeared soundlessly.
Yet at the sight of this old man, every one of the