Zhou Yi sensed the activation of the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation and immediately ended his closed-door cultivation.
His Divine Sense swept outside the Formation, and the sight of He Zheng's aggressive demeanor caught his eye, prompting him to take out the divination tube.
"Cast a lot to decide your fate!"
The spirit lot fell steadily to the ground.
An average lot.
Zhou Yi used the Transforming Shape Formula, turning into a withered old man with white hair and wrinkled skin, his figure emaciated, his eyes cloudy as if he would pass away at any moment.
About an hour later.
Elder Zhong broke through the inner layer of the Formation, and six cultivators led by He Zheng entered one after another.
He Zheng exclaimed in surprise, "The Spiritual Energy is so rich?"
Elder Zhong, quite knowledgeable, said, "This is the effect of the Spirit Gathering Array, which gathers more than seventy percent of the Spiritual Energy within the spirit land right here."
"Hmph!"