The Chief’s Invitation

It was year 10,051 of the Divine Prefecture Calendar. The Wangshen Watchtower was very quiet.

In the watchtower, Ye Futian was cultivating. In the conceptual space of the watchtower, there was another watchtower erected high, akin to an immutable gate. It suppressed the surrounding space, as though it was an eternal existence.

Ye Futian sat cross-legged. A dazzling scene appeared around him.