After Ye Futian had slaughtered all the cultivators, he retracted the imperial glory, which should not be exposed in front of the others. He raised his hand to take away the pagoda that had sealed off this space in the void. The aftershocks of the Great Path still lingered.
He did not leave but stood there in a daze. His brows were knitted tightly, like he had thought of something awful.
Ye Futian had a strong sense of foreboding. This was not because he had just killed the cultivators from the ancient royal family of Yan and Ling Xiao Palace. Strictly speaking, they had violated the rules first and forced him to fight back because he had no other choice.