Central Sea Region of the Star Sea.
Night.
Yet eleven Nascent Soul cultivators formed a circle, seated cross-legged in the sky.
The True Essence of the eleven connected, and each wore a talisman.
The talisman was the latest product of collaboration between the Star Sea and the Extreme West Realm.
It could significantly enhance the effect of concealment.
Outside the eleven Nascent Soul cultivators were countless Golden Core Masters.
Everyone gazed at the figure of white light in the center.
Their eyes all gleamed with excitement.
"I want to say, you needn't take such measures."
"I merely wish to borrow your Qi Fortune."
"Moreover... acting this way may provoke some powerful beings..."
"Rest assured, senior, this place lies within the natural grand formation formed by the three top Immortal Mountains of our Human Race."
"The Demon Race cannot possibly discover it."
"I speak of other existences."
"For instance, those below you..."
The white light figure pointed downward.
