There is a secret compartment here, filled with magical artifacts crafted by immortals to shield one's divine sense, making it very difficult for anyone to eavesdrop on this place.

The cluttered cubicle had only one dim bronze lamp in the center.

Although this bronze lamp has an ordinary appearance, it has an indescribable feeling, as if it is integrated with heaven and earth.

Even without any spiritual energy fluctuations, it's not hard to tell that this thing is no ordinary object.

By the dim light, one could see that a number of people had gathered in this cubicle.

Besides the other four team leaders that Zhang Wu had met when he first arrived, there were also many other people he had never met before.

Each of them possessed an extraordinary aura and was no ordinary person. The lowest level of cultivation was Nascent Soul cultivator, and the majority were Dao Integration cultivators.

"Everyone, when do we make our move?"

A Taoist priest asked coldly.

What's the rush?

Another old Taoist priest chuckled twice and said, "We'll make our move after the ancestors send us a letter. But the Pengshan Sect is already here. There's Zhang Wu. That guy is very good at fighting, but he's not very bright. Taking him down won't be difficult."

An old monk nearby knocked on the wall of the cubicle and said, "Be careful. The Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Technique is no joke. It is a forbidden technique of our Buddhist sect."

"So what if it's a forbidden technique? There are more of us than him. Can he really take on more than ten of us by himself?"

"Amitabha."

The old monk did not argue with him, but stood aside with his hands clasped together.

At that moment, the bronze lamp in the middle of the room suddenly flashed, and a strange sense of bad luck flowed out from it.

The flame in the bronze lamp leaped out of the wick and slowly formed several large characters in the air.

“The ancestors have sent a letter.”

Someone called out, and then everyone in the compartment looked at the bronze lamp and saw the large characters written on its flame.

They couldn't help but frown.

Because the flames formed the words: "Immortal of Pengshan, stop."