Wukong and his eight companions entered the Creation World, where they encountered an ancient tree and obtained some information about the Creation World. At the same time, eighteen people were flying over from a distance.
"It's this old tree, the tree harbors an extremely rich Power of Creation—it's a Qingtian Tree! If forged into a Magical Treasure using True Fire, its power could rival that of a Great Dao Divine Artifact!" a woman said, pointing at the old tree, her delicate features framed by her clear, beautiful brows, as she held a long whip, looking quite capriciously charming.
"Hmm? There are people ahead, nine Heavenly Dao Saints? Could they also be after this old tree?" Wang Meng frowned.
"Senior brother, I don't care, I must have this Qingtian Tree during this training trip!" the capricious Yang Qi pouted.
