In the starry sky, time seemed to stand still as everything returned to tranquility.
In the quietude of the starry sky, everyone looked at Ye Futian, who was protected by the will of the Great Emperor and out of anyone's reach.
All the cultivators could only watch it happen, watching Ye Futian as he inherited the will of Ziwei the Great.
A terrible power was still surging from the Palace Lord of Ziwei Imperial Palace, and he was most reluctant as he watched. Those eyes that looked toward Ye Futian were filled with hateful, murderous intent. He watched the starry sky with an overwhelming sense of resentment.
He couldn't bear any of these. Why did Ziwei the Great make such a choice?
"Palace Lord." A group of cultivators from Ziwei Imperial Palace came to him, and one of the elders whispered, "Palace Lord, the Great Emperor must have his purpose in doing this. Since the Great Emperor has made a choice, we have to respect it."
