The Immortal Spiritual Picture

After entering the palace, Gu Changhuan found that two rows of armored Jindan-stage monks were standing opposite each other inside the palace gate. The aura coming from them was completely different from that of ordinary people.

Gu Changhuan glanced at them, but didn't say anything. Instead, he walked straight forward.

The Zhou Palace covers a very large area, and the place where Gu Changhuan and his friends gathered for discussion today is called Chengming Hall.

The Zhou family's invitation specially marked the location of Chengming Hall. Just enter the Zhou Palace and go straight ahead.

From the palace gate to Chengming Hall, along the way, Gu Changhuan saw many carved buildings, landscape wonders, and many high-level spiritual plants rarely seen in the Yuyang Realm, growing lushly in the Zhou Palace.

These made Gu Changhuan, who owns the Xuantian Tower, sigh at the Zhou family's heritage.

Compared with such a family that has been passed down for thousands and tens of thousands of years, he really looks like a nouveau riche.

No, in terms of spiritual plants, he is not even as good as a nouveau riche.

But in comparison, Gu Changhuan is still calm.

There were many Yuanying-stage cultivators who had no background and came to the Zhou Palace for the first time. When they saw the spiritual plants along the way, their eyes were red with envy, and their eyeballs were about to fall out.

If they hadn't been thinking that this was the territory of the Zhou family, a power of the God Transformation, they would have been unable to resist stealing it.

Gu Changhuan walked forward without looking sideways, but he had already looked inside the Tongxiantu.

The marks on the Tongxiantu were densely packed, and in the direction of Chengming Hall in the distance, there were several orange-red marks.

As expected, there were cultivators of the God Transformation appearing at today's event.

Gu Changhuan's expression became more serious as he thought about it.

At the same time, in the back hall of Chengming Hall, Xuan Daoyi, Zhou Gengshen and others were drinking tea.

They knelt in the hall, and behind some of the cultivators of the God Transformation, there were one or two Yuanying-stage cultivators kneeling, obviously the younger generation of their power.

Jin Sanchi and Fairy Leng of Beiling Palace scanned the surroundings and watched the performance of the Nascent Soul cultivators who came. They were enjoying it, especially Jin Sanchi's mustache shaking with laughter.

"Old man Jin, what are you laughing at?

You are laughing so happily, why not say it out loud and let me, an old woman, laugh a little."

A voice like being rubbed by sandpaper suddenly sounded.

Jin Sanchi laughed, turned his head to look at the man, and said nonchalantly:

"Gu Pozi, don't you know what I am laughing at?

Look at these guys, they look like they have the heart of a thief but not the courage of a thief, their eyeballs are about to fall out; but they still have to maintain a Taoist and immortal look, how interesting."

The cultivator he called Gu Pozi was a girl who looked 28 years old.

The girl was wearing a black gauze with several small gourds tied around her waist, and yellow bells attached to her wrists, looking quite exotic.

The Gu woman smiled and said in a voice that seemed to be mixed with gravel:

"What's so strange about them being like this?

If someone can look straight ahead or take action directly, that would be interesting!"

After the Gu woman finished speaking, she laughed twice more and looked at Zhou Gengshen deliberately. The laughter made people feel very uncomfortable, and Xuan Ce, who had a low level of cultivation, got goose bumps all over his body.

Xuan Ce rubbed the goose bumps on his body and looked at Zhou Gengshen, wanting to see how he, the Zhou family's god, would react.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Gengshen was calm and seemed not to have heard the Gu woman's words at all.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Fairy Leng of Beiling Palace tried to smooth things over:

"There are several fellow Taoists from the Zhou family in the Zhou Palace. How dare anyone offend?

But isn't there one who doesn't look away?

He is also a handsome young cultivator.

It's really good to have such a mentality at such a young age."

Seeing Fairy Leng say this, the gods and a few Yuanying cultivators present also scanned their minds.

They saw Gu Changhuan.

Jin Sanchi was slightly stunned when he saw Gu Changhuan, as if he remembered something.

This kid...

I heard before that when a cultivator in the East Wilderness advanced to the Yuanying stage, a scene of heaven and earth gifts appeared. Could it be this kid?

This is really a coincidence.

Little did he know that at this moment, Gu Changhuan felt like a thorn in his back, and his hands in his sleeves clenched tightly.

Why is he the focus of attention before he has even met these gods?

Gu Changhuan was thinking about the reason in his heart, but his face did not show any, just walked straight forward.

Fortunately, these divine senses were quickly withdrawn.

Gu Changhuan quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

When he arrived at Chengming Hall, he found that there were already more than a dozen Yuanying cultivators sitting in Chengming Hall.

Gu Changhuan bowed to those cultivators, and then took a seat under the arrangement of Zhou family cultivators.

Zhongzhou etiquette respects kneeling and sitting, and when in Rome, follow the local customs. Gu Changhuan and others naturally knelt and sat in Chengming Hall.

At this moment, there were many cushions and futons in Chengming Hall. In front of each cushion, there was a small low table with a plate of exquisite snacks, a plate of spiritual fruits, and a pot of wine.

In front of many seats, there were several futons.

It seemed to be prepared for the Zhou family or others.

After sitting down, Gu Changhuan found that the one on his left was the ancestor of Haofeng, and the one on his right was the ancestor of the Yan family.

It seems that this seating arrangement is based on the area to which the power belongs!

Then Gu Changhuan looked at the few cushions near him, and then looked at the dark heads of the Qin family ancestors, and shook his head slightly.

Fortunately, Donghuang is not the family with the least Yuanying forces.

The least Yuanying forces are in the North, where only Beiling Palace is dominant.

There are not many Yuanying forces in the West Desert, and it seems that there are even fewer than in the East Desert.

At this time, Gu Changhuan also noticed that on the side of the South Sea cultivators, there were several Yuanying cultivators wearing black and gray clothes, kneeling on several adjacent mats, and there were no other cultivators sitting around them.

It seemed that they were intentionally isolated from the many forces in the South Sea.

At this time, Patriarch Haofeng sent a voice message:

"Gu Daoyou, be careful, they are from the South Border;

The cultivators over there have very strange tempers, and they will play tricks behind their backs if they don't agree with each other. They are very difficult to deal with."

Hearing this, Gu Changhuan retracted his gaze without leaving a trace, nodded and smiled at Patriarch Haofeng.

About a quarter of an hour later, there were more and more cultivators in Chengming Hall.

Gu Changhuan lowered his head and counted, there were actually sixty-seven people!

This is just one person from each faction attending the council. Among these people, there are many with deep foundations. If we carefully estimate, there may be more than 300 Yuanying cultivators in the major forces in their Yuyang Realm!

This does not include the Zhou family, the independent cultivators, and the demon race...