The moment the monkey possessed the divine nature of a different kind, the figures of the Nascent Soul Cultivators had already disappeared into the ripples of the Spirit Inquiry Formation.
It was as if they had gone through countless rehearsals.
In an instant, the bustling boat became empty and deserted.
Only the four figures standing at the bow still stood tall.
It seemed that after a brief communication, True Master Xingke took a step forward, opening his palm.
The iridescence of colors diffused.
From the palm of True Master, seven spheres of different colors emerged.
There was the bright white of moonlight, the orange of sunlight, and colors representing Celestials in pure white as well as the black and grey of the Hell Asuras.
Each sphere was mystical and spirited, as if alive.
As soon as the seven spheres appeared, they emitted a myriad of radiance, forcibly expanding and diffusing around them an odd phantom with a tree at its core.
