Prince Zhao Mansion, Wind River Cave Heaven, beneath a towering tree seemingly covered with golden eyes.
"Buzz~"
An eye opened in the heart of the tree, and dark golden ripples spread outward across the void.
A thousand miles from the Illusion Tree, a young man with black hair sat cross-legged on a flat boulder.
Facing the overwhelming pressure of will from all directions, the young man kept his eyes closed and remained unmoved, like a rock in a rushing stream.
Suddenly, the Illusion Tree stopped trembling, and a phantom of a middle-aged man in scholar's robes emerged from the tree's heart.
"Your Majesty, there are only three years left until the Primordial Conference begins, and you still need to reach the Beihai Border Star. It's time to end your cultivation."
"That was rather fast." Zhao Xing opened his eyes suddenly and glanced at the panel.
[Name: Zhao Xing]
[Realm: Small Divine Power Realm Perfect]
[Occupation: Minister of Agriculture]
[Dojo: Taiyin First Rank]
