"Everyone, within five days, make sure to head to Treasure Burial Lake!"
As they were about to enter the Secret Realm, the voice of an old Daoist's warning echoed in their ears.
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The void was silent, anomalies vanished, and the phantom image of Spirit Treasure Cliff disappeared as if it had never appeared.
Meanwhile, at East Qiao Mountain, a thousand miles away, there was a Spirit Peak.
Ancient trees stood atop the peak, coiled like dragons; under one tree that stood tall like a sword, there was a stone table.
On either side of the stone table, three figures exuding deep Qi were drinking tea and conversing.
In the center of the three, there was a Treasure Mirror seemingly cast from glaze, with mysterious and ancient patterns. Inside the mirror, waves shimmered, reflecting a solitary peak.
Judging by its appearance, it was East Qiao Mountain.
