Confrontation
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ziwei Imperial Palace, at the peak of Ziwei Temple, there was a terrifying starry pattern, much like a grand matrix that was connected to the firmament.
At this moment, there was a man sitting cross-legged, clad in all white and with white hair. It was none other than Ye Futian.
His eyes closed tightly. In his mind, an infinite spatial world appeared, and a world presented itself. This world was populated with numerous cultivators, who were all busy and cultivating.
In this picture, there were some places where the imageries were clearer than others. Many figures materialized. It was as if they were not far away from him, and they seemed to be coming to where he was.
At the same time, inside the imperial palace, a group of people burst out and levitated into the air, heading outside.