The Immortal Spiritual Picture

Sensing the gloom overhead, Gu Changhuan raised his gaze from the flowers on the table.

Who was so brazenly using transformation techniques?

Gu Changhuan was puzzled when he suddenly heard a phoenix cry from afar.

Could it be the bloodline of the Heavenly Phoenix?

At the same time, Hu Yan's voice came from an unknown location,

"If Fellow Daoist Chongming wishes to stretch his muscles in this mustard seed space, I fear my fox den will collapse."

His voice still carried a frivolous smile, but it was unknown if his mood was as pleasant as his voice suggested.

Although Hu Yan's voice wasn't loud, it was infused with true essence. Moreover, the 'Fellow Daoist Chongming' above was a Mahayana cultivator, so naturally, he couldn't have missed his words.

"This aura is only a step away from the late stage of Mahayana, right?

And a demon, no wonder he's so unrestrained."

Gu Changhuan muttered. Qing Tu, who was lying on his lap, flicked its tail in dissatisfaction upon hearing this.

What about demons? Not all demons are arrogant, are they?

For example, Kong Yao's personality is very good; he's only slightly aloof when facing strangers.

Gu Changhuan didn't notice Qing Tu's little temper; he just continued watching.

Just as Hu Yan finished speaking, the sky suddenly cleared, and the colorful clouds filled the sky once more. At the same time, a cultivator with fiery red hair appeared in everyone's sight.

No, to be precise, his hair wasn't pure fiery red, but rather the dark red of burning charcoal. Although eye-catching, it wasn't glaring.

After moving his gaze away from the man's hair, Gu Changhuan noticed that Chongming's attire was very revealing. Perhaps because his true form was a Chongming bird, his chest and back were mostly bare, only draped with a fiery red gilded shawl, complementing his striking hair.

After the man transformed into human form, his body turned into a burst of fire and scattered. The next moment, he appeared in the center of the Jade Pool, walking towards Hu Yan's direction with his hands behind his back.

While the Mahayana cultivators present focused their attention on Chongming, Gu Changhuan, who was already seated in the venue, suddenly frowned and looked sharply in a certain direction!

A thin mist rose up at some unknown time. Then, in the blink of an eye, a figure appeared behind the screen. As the screen shimmered with spiritual light, the scene inside the gauze pavilion became blurred. Gu Changhuan could only vaguely see someone sitting cross-legged through the layers of restrictions, but he couldn't discern anything else. If he used his divine sense to investigate, it would be blocked by the array restrictions, providing even less information than what he could see with his naked eyes.

The entire process took less than half a breath. Most people didn't even notice that another Mahayana cultivator had arrived at the Jade Pool venue.

Coming back to his senses, Gu Changhuan stroked the tip of Qing Tu's tail, took a look at the Immortal Communication Diagram inside him, and then clicked his tongue in amazement.

To have such abilities at the fifth level of Mahayana, this person's aura concealment technique is not to be underestimated!

Thinking this, Gu Changhuan became more and more expectant of this exchange meeting.

Not just for spiritual objects, he hoped to meet more cultivators with different supernatural powers at this exchange meeting.

It would be even better if he could have a sparring match with them.

Of course, this was just Gu Changhuan's wishful thinking.

As Hu Yan said, his mustard seed space couldn't withstand the fighting of Mahayana cultivators.

Meanwhile, Chongming was already talking to Hu Yan. The two of them used secret techniques, so Gu Changhuan or other cultivators didn't know what they were saying. However, only three breaths later, Chongming turned around and sat down, indicating that they weren't just catching up.

Next, Mahayana cultivators from various races appeared one after another. Although they generally looked like humans or humanoids, it was obvious that they came from different races, but nothing more could be discerned.

During this exchange meeting, Gu Changhuan also saw other cultivators who didn't belong to the Northern Continent. Among them, the ones that caught Gu Changhuan's attention the most, besides the unconventional Chongming, were the three Mahayana cultivators of the Scale Clan.

The three Mahayana cultivators of the Scale Clan didn't appear together. Instead, like the human Mahayana cultivators, they arrived at the venue at different times. Some didn't even exchange pleasantries with Hu Yan, directly sitting down in the arranged seats, either activating formations to isolate themselves and rest, or enjoying tea and flowers while secretly communicating with other Mahayana cultivators via voice transmission.

Hu Yan didn't intend to introduce everyone's identities to each other. Correspondingly, many Mahayana cultivators who came to participate in the exchange meeting also acted aloof and arrogant. For them, the most important gain from attending the exchange meeting was spiritual objects, not expanding their network.

Unless something could bring them greater benefits.

When there was less than a quarter of an hour before the official start of the exchange meeting, the last two Mahayana cultivators finally appeared. Hu Yan looked over and saw a man and a woman walking side by side, both with huge wings on their backs, obviously the two Mahayana cultivators of the Feather Clan.

Hu Yan's expression was hidden behind a mask, but after seeing the last two Mahayana cultivators finally arrive, the atmosphere around Hu Yan became much more cheerful.

"Fellow Daoists Jin and Qing have finally arrived.

Please sit down for a while; the exchange meeting will begin soon."

Jin Rou and Qing Ao didn't stand on ceremony and quickly sat down in their respective seats.

With all the guests present, Hu Yan looked around and nodded in satisfaction. He slightly adjusted his sleeves and took the lead to walk to the center of the venue, the glazed lotus platform.

"First of all, thank you, fellow Daoists, for coming to participate in the exchange meeting organized by this humble one.

The rules of this exchange meeting are the same as before, using a lottery to determine the order of appearance on stage."

As Hu Yan spoke, he took out a half-foot-high hexagonal container.

Everyone's eyes focused through the gauze curtain. Gu Changhuan wondered if this was the thing used for the lottery.

At this time, Hu Yan said again:

"This object is called the Thousand-Faced Cylinder. I believe many fellow Daoists have seen it before.

Although it's not a Profound Heaven-grade spiritual treasure, its advantage lies in its ability to shield divine sense and create illusions. Even for Mahayana cultivators like us, it's quite difficult to use tricks inside."

Seeing Hu Yan say this, Gu Changhuan understood and smiled knowingly.

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