With a sudden opening of her eyes, a gleam of light flashed through Xuan Yue's eyes. Her hands, raised high above her head, slowly parted at the wrists, her nimble fingers trembling slightly. Her voice was pure, devoid of any emotion, "Formation of Space Order, transform at will, guided by gods, appear now." As she finished speaking, ten white beams shot from her trembling fingers, striking the floor within the Elven Ancient Tree House with lightning speed, leaving traces of white light.