Central Continent.
The Central Divine Tower stood in the heart of the Central Continent like a pillar supporting the heavens. It pierced the firmament, immense and majestic. Wherever one stood in the Central Continent, one could easily behold its magnificent form!
Layer upon layer of floating clouds encircled the tower. All year round, the entire divine tower radiated brilliant light, illuminating the clouds in a dazzling array of colors.
More astonishing still, at every moment, countless scenes flowed out of the divine tower. Above the clouds, they transformed into ethereal palaces, verdant mountains, and babbling streams, weaving a dreamlike fairyland.
These visions were not merely beautiful; they also contained countless Dao principles and divine abilities.
As a result, this scenic place had become a sacred ground for the entire Holy Clan. Countless Holy Clan cultivators gathered there year-round, sitting in circles beneath the tower. From time to time, they watched the cloudborne fairyland, hoping to comprehend world-shaking divine abilities and peerless Dao arts.
Deep within the Central Divine Tower lay a vast space. Above a magnificent sea, emerald waves rolled and towering swells thundered without cease.
Yet amid the surging tides sat a figure, cross-legged.
He was like a reef that had stood since time immemorial. No matter how the waves rolled or the sea wind howled, he remained utterly still. Any waves that crashed within several yards of him scattered of their own accord.
It was as if a taboo existed there, forbidding anything from disturbing the figure in meditation.
At first glance, he seemed resolute and masculine. But his somewhat sinister, vicious face ruined that impression, instead giving one a prickling sense of tension. It was as if a sleeping primordial beast might suddenly leap up and devour someone at any moment!
This man was none other than