Half a month later, upon the Qingyun Mountain range, a gigantic golden light sped past and descended upon a small hilltop.
It was the Lin Family's Spirit Boat; evidently, they had arrived at the predetermined location earlier than the Qian Family.
"Hou Shou, set up the first and second formations a hundred meters out," Lin Xianzhi commanded.
Then he turned to Lin Houyong:
"You should also sit down and cultivate."
Lin Houyong had been steering the Spirit Boat this time, and this was to ensure that Lin Xianzhi's spiritual power was always abundant.
As for Lin Shiming at the moment, he was still inside the room of the Spirit Boat.
The Purple Wood Profound Heavenly Sword Formation had reached a critical moment. He saw nine Spirit Swords rotating in the air before him, emitting sharp, piercing sword cries continuously.
In his hands, the true yuan of the Purple Wood Heart Sutra was being cast continuously, merging into the Spirit Swords.
