Han Yi's heart raced, as the strong aura of Spirit Transformation covered the tiny discord. Moreover, even if it were discovered, on this battlefield, the cultivators only paid attention to the fragments of the Immortal Tree. Even if they found it suspicious, they wouldn't be able to remain composed.
Han Yi extended his divine sense, taking in a translucent branch fragment as long as a forearm into his inner space. This time, there was no odd feeling, and it seemed quite ordinary.
He suddenly raised his head, his face undergoing violent changes. In an instant, he had already noticed a Qingxuan Immortal Guard, approaching from far away, reaching ten miles away in a blink of an eye.
"The Qingxuan Immortal Guard is coming!"
