Dragon Tiger Peak.
The Old Peach Tree swayed, its precious light growing stronger and more brilliant, yet it remained withered and deathly still.
A look of joy appeared on the Old Celestial Master's face. Just as he was about to speak, the Old Peach Tree—now appearing slightly larger, its aura heavy with time yet brimming with life—trembled slightly.
Then, a voice rippled outward.
"What... is it?"
The Old Peach Tree spoke slowly and wearily, as if from an unhealed injury.
The Old Celestial Master suppressed his joy, his expression turning solemn. He bowed and said:
"Ancestor, I was observing the secrets of heaven and discovered that someone has tampered with fate and the celestial phenomena, drawing all factions to Dragon Tiger Mountain. I also saw the silhouette of the one responsible."
The solemn look on his face deepened. He let out a heavy breath and continued:
