Countless images of war flashed by.

Some Demon Clans formed alliances, pledging blood oaths at the peak of the Divine Wood.

But the war didn’t cease; throughout the long, ancient Time, the Divine Wood continued to welcome wave after wave of powers.

The chaos of the Immortal Realm was hardly obscure in this rapidly shifting ’memory scene’.

Another war erupted, but this time on a massive scale—the Sky was ablaze, the Earth continuously caved in, the sea surged from all directions, and countless bolts of Divine Thunder and cyan Divine Wind endlessly struck the Divine Wood.

At various places on the crown of the Divine Wood, numerous Array Bases were inserted into the trunk, frantically extracting Spiritual Power from the Divine Wood to maintain a large array.

However, this large array was ultimately shattered, and the Fusang Divine Wood suffered again.

The image seemed to pause for a few seconds.

In fact, it’s because this small world was abandoned, its passage to the outside world closed, leaving only this giant wood silently healing.

Then, the image began to slow down, capturing the shadow of Gao Huating in close-ups, with her humming becoming the backdrop of the scene.

Xiao Hua blinked;

Was the Divine Wood Spirit really drawn out by her?

She thought it was due to her teacher’s profound fortune.

All the images simultaneously turned into flowing light, converging on that delicate, exquisite figure, a cute girl about six feet tall who slowly opened her eyes.

Her skin had turned fair, but beneath the fairness were light green blood vessels, her lush green hair fluffy and softly curled, with long eyelashes and crescent-shaped eyebrows all in pale green.

She had a sense of shame, wearing a dress similar to the long dress worn by Xiao Hua.

Xiao Hua looked at her, quickly captivated by those eyes shimmering with multicolored radiant light.

"Hehe."

The girl let out a sweet laugh:

"I am just like you now, Xiao Hua."

Xiao Hua blinked: "Then are we still good friends, Little Sang?"

"Of course!"

The girl cheered and rushed forward, holding hands with Xiao Hua and bouncing non-stop.

In the distance, Wang Jixuan stood with his hands behind his back, a few black lines appearing on his forehead.

How old are they actually?

’Does this count as the Divine Wood Spirit’s Transformation?’

Wang Jixuan looked at the Fusang Tree, noticing that although it seemed unchanged, it actually lost a bit of its spiritual nature, the Qingmu Path no longer adhering to it, but transferred to the girl Little Sang.

"All right then."

Master Wang shook his head and continued to busy himself with matters of the Shield.

Meanwhile, keeping a distance from Little Sang, restraining the crazy thought to refine her.

Half an hour later.

Wang Jixuan received a report from Mu Dan, saying that four or five figures were approaching from the west, two seemingly human, while the other two were birdmen wearing Golden Battle Armor.

People from the Feather God Palace arrived.

The great battle had reached the countdown stage, the Feather God Palace should soon summon their clan land.

Wang Jixuan personally checked the deployments of various formations;

Mu Dan hastened the squeezing rhythm of the Spirit Vein, with a large amount of Spiritual Energy blown directly from the Second Base into this small world, making the Spiritual Energy density of this small world several times the average level of the Immortal Realm.

Everything is ready, just waiting for the fish to come.

Wang Jixuan had previously been preparing an external outing to lure the enemy, but now seeing this, he didn’t even need to lure them; the enemy would come in willingly.

’Then if other powers’ experts can’t rush over, won’t there be no way to borrow a knife to kill someone?’

Wang Jixuan felt a burst of dilemma.

Essentially, it’s because the current initiative he holds isn’t enough.

’Forget it, can blow up a batch is a batch, wait for them to come to the door.’ 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Master Wang thought optimistically.

...

In the still crowded hall.

The group of Immortals from the Dark Sect all focused on the few experts from the Feather God Palace.

Among them was a Golden Immortal elder from the Feather God Palace, while the other three were at the levels of Heavenly Immortal, collectively known as the ’Feather Race’—the clan of birds transformed.

The terms were already agreed on.

The Dark Sect offered three pieces of Acquired Spiritual Treasure and twelve High-grade Immortal Treasures;

The Feather God Palace brought their Clan Leader’s Seal.

"Everyone!"

The elder of the Feather God Palace put on a dignified air, a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, speaking gently:

"As long as I use magic to drive this Seal, it will let the Divine Wood react, the sea surface will be radiant, and our clan land will reveal itself to the world."

Several Dark Sect Golden Immortal elders clasped their hands in courtesy.

"Please, fellow, use your magic,"

"Indeed, we’ve been searching here for a long time, still unable to enter."

The elder of the Feather God Palace loved to flaunt, adding with a smile: "Our Feather Race’s ancient clan land is the last retreat left by our Feather Race in the Immortal Realm, so it’s extremely secretive, even ordinary Daluo Golden Immortals struggle to enter."

A sneering voice echoed: "Is that so? If it’s so hard to enter, why is that Mechanical Demon in your ancient clan land?"

The elder of the Feather God Palace’s smile froze.

He pressed the Seal, stating coldly, "The Moon God Palace’s master has been meddling here, relying on controlling Time to carry out unruly acts. Therefore, our Palace Master has gone to seek justice from the Moon God Palace’s master!"

"Oh? To seek justice? Isn’t it because the Heavenly Net Alliance Leader’s beauty intrigued him, and he went along to help besiege the Moon God Palace’s master?"

The Golden Armor elder behind this elder roared angrily, "Who dares speak nonsense, step forward and show yourself!"

The surroundings instantly fell silent.

A group of Dark Sect Immortals each wore a mocking smile, none afraid of making matters worse.

The elder of the Feather God Palace coldly remarked, "Looks like your sect wants to enter our clan land; it’ll require more sincerity."

A Gold Immortal elder from the Dark Sect quickly apologized:

"Fellow, don’t mind, don’t mind, they’re all stuck here for more than a decade, stewing in frustration.

"But the Heavenly Dao Stele’s command doesn’t set a deadline, and everyone, whether willing to give up or not, simply can’t, forced to keep searching here.

"That Mechanical Demon is incredibly fearsome, his subordinates supposedly have countless Demon Army, and if this drags on, I’m afraid it will harm the Divine Wood of the Feather God Palace."

The elder of the Feather God Palace’s expression slightly eased.

He coldly stated, "Taking the treasures given by your sect, we will naturally fulfill our promise. However, I remind everyone that the Fusang Divine Wood is the resting place of our Feather God Palace’s ancestors. If any of you harbor ill intentions, coveting the Divine Wood, it’s uncertain whether the Dark Sect can protect you Demon Cultivators and Evil Cultivators."

This elder unleashed his own pressure.

The hall instantly fell silent.

This group of Dark Sect members from the Immortal Realm might speak harshly, but they are quick to surrender.

In the corner, Hei Yao observed the scene, his gaze slightly shining.

The Heavenly Dao Sect sent him here, likely with the intent for him to provide a means to enter that small world.

And now, he need not speak, as the Dark Sect experts already found a solution.

The elder of the Feather God Palace surveyed the room, closed his eyes in concentration, raising the Clan Leader’s Seal with both hands, and uttered a series of strange tones.

The Tadpole script on the Seal lit up piece by piece.

An ancient and mournful Qi quickly filled the hall.

The Seal gently quivered, emitting a beam of golden light that ignored all structures here, shooting straight into the sea depths.

Wave traces appeared in the sea water.

As if something was about to emerge.

Within the small world, the Fusang Giant Tree suddenly began to tremble, causing the entire small world to vibrate everywhere.

Wang Jixuan felt his spirits surge.

It’s coming!

The strong enemies are descending! Without giving him the chance to go out and lure them!

Then let there be a war!

Killing hundreds of Immortal Soldiers doesn’t heavily impact the Dark Sect.

But today, in the guise of an Upper Grade Heavenly Immortal, combined with the explosive Antimatter Bomb cluster, he must make the Dark Sect suffer heavy losses, avenging the murder of his Master Uncle and the slaughter of his homeland!

Wang Jixuan inhaled deeply, his Qi soaring step by step.

Suddenly.

"Be quiet!"

A clear and crisp girl’s voice sounded, and a recently transformed girl flew out of the Second Base’s gate, out of the palace, touching the trunk of the Fusang Divine Wood with a point of her finger.

The Fusang Divine Wood instantly became quiet, the talismans flashing on the trunk flickered a few times before extinguishing.

The girl turned to glance at the battle-ready Master Wang, politely nodded at Master Wang, shyly smiled, and flew back down.

"Little Sang! Let’s take selfies!"

"Sure, Xiao Hua!"

Wang Jixuan:...

Wait, what?

Meanwhile, the grand hall turned from dead silent to pin-drop silence.