"Someone beyond the boundary?"
Wang Ba's heart tightened.
They had finally come!
Without a second thought, he vanished from the spot.
Only after sensing Wang Ba's departure did the Blood Qilin, which had merged into the ground, cautiously re-form. It curiously surveyed the gradually shrinking Undying Divine Tree, sensing the rich blood Qi spilling from it. Though it coveted it immensely, it still forcibly restrained its impulse.
Meanwhile.
In the tea pavilion at the highest point of the Daoist Grounds.
Zhao Feng, Jiang Yi, and Ling Weizi were already standing there, their expressions utterly grave as they stared fixedly beyond the boundary.
Whoosh.
Wang Ba's figure appeared in an instant. With no time for conversation, his gaze was immediately drawn to the sight beyond the boundary.
No, rather than a sight... it really was a person.
A purple-robed Daoist with a dark beard, whose features broadly resembled those of the Little Cang Realm's cultivators, yet differed in subtle ways, and whose clothing had a more antiquated style.
No one knew where this man had come from.
Stroking his beard, he stood in the void beyond the boundary, curiously studying the strange combination of a Peng Bird carrying an entire world.
His gaze first swept over Fanming, but did not linger, soon settling on the Little Cang Realm.
Then, seemingly to get a clearer look, he abruptly appeared like a phantom before the Little Cang Realm's boundary membrane.
Fanming, a seventh-tier divine beast, seemed entirely unaware!
At that moment.
Neither Jiang Yi nor Ling Weizi could hold back any longer. Their Dao Domains hovered on the verge of manifesting, ready to unleash an all-out strike the moment he intruded.
Zhao Feng's expression was equally grave. Law Power sank into his throat and tongue as he prepared to summon all the cultivators