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In the blink of an eye, another twenty days had passed. On Jiuye Mountain, a group of cultivators, led by the Spirit Beast Sect's San Ye Hermit, had come to a massive white fir Spirit Tree.
The enormous branches of the Spirit Tree formed a vast area of shade.
Up close, the sight was even more stunning.
Naturally, the cultivators remembered the day the white fir Spirit Tree's branches turned into the sea, fresh in their memory and full of awe.
San Ye Hermit then cast a Spirit Talisman, which disappeared into the void.
The next moment, a bright light appeared in the seemingly empty space, followed by ripples that spread out like those on a lake, revealing a light gate about three meters high.
"Let's go. Remember not to wander off. A formation has already been setup here and remember what this old man told you before. Even if the Jiuye Daoist is in seclusion, you won't be able to withstand his wrath!"
