Chapter 355

As the throng of cultivators begins to pour into the tower, driven by tales of uncharted realms and untold treasures, a palpable shift in energy reverberates through the very fabric of the structure. High above, in a realm unseen by the eager adventurers below, Argon feels the influx of energy—a tide of ambition, hope, and desperation flooding into his domain.

"I guess our job here is done," Argon remarks, his voice calm yet carrying an undertone of satisfaction. His gaze pierced through the veils of reality to observe the scenes unfolding below.

"That's good, master," Seraphine responds, her tone laced with a touch of pride. Her eyes shimmering with a light that seems to dance with the very stars.

Morgrim nods in agreement. "I guess that Sect Master of the Starlight Sect is not dumb. Seeing his sect's situation, he wasn't forced to monopolize the tower," he muses, stroking his beard thoughtfully.