The 10,034th Year of the Divine Prefecture Caldendar

Ye Futian sat upon a mountain at String Pavilion, clouds floating all around him.

His eyes were closed, and not one bit of his aura was going outside his body. An image of himself sat within his Life Palace. Here, the World Tree towered over him, will seeping out of it as it soared into the sky. His life palace seemed like a world of its own. Many spirits curled around the World Tree, giving off different kinds of will.

Ye Futian seemed to be carving something into the ground. There were many different patterns: sword patterns, divine elephant patterns, and starry patterns. Each pattern was an incredible artistic conception, and will seemed to seep out of them.

He looked at the patterns, but he seemed to be dissatisfied with them. He waved his hand and erased them all.