Inviting Willow God to Join the Goddess Immortal Alliance

Willow God was completely numb.

Its core, like a supercomputer injected with trillions of bytes of junk code, oscillates between blue screens and complete crashes.

The Creator.

This ultimate concept, which only existed in the oldest myths and was something even the Celestial Emperor dared to speculate about in his dreams, appeared vividly before it and even gave a piece of candy to the village's little brat.

After distributing the candy, the wisp of aura left behind was like swatting a fly, annihilating the decree of the upper realm giant that was enough to make the entire lower realm's eight domains tremble.

What kind of nonsense is this?

Willow God felt that her worldview, accumulated over countless eras, was being crushed and reshaped by an invisible hand, then crushed and reshaped again.

Just as its will was about to fall silent again due to excessive thinking, the void that it had just focused all its attention on once more, without warning, rippled out like water.

It's here!

That man, he's back!

At this moment, the millions of charred black branches of the Willow God suddenly tensed up, like a cat with its fur standing on end, with each branch tip radiating an unprecedentedly vigilant green light.

However, this vigilance lasted for less than a fraction of a second.

As that figure slowly stepped out, an aura, barely perceptible, naturally flowed from his body.

That wasn't oppressive aura, killing intent, or the power of any law.

That is something more fundamental, something more ultimate.

That is "existence" itself.

The moment this wisp of aura spread, all the laws, all the order, and all the fundamental principles of heaven and earth in the entire lower realm seemed to be paused.

Then, they began to wail, to contort, and to frantically worship and submit in that direction in a near-collapse!

It was as if a mischievous child who had run away from home for many years had finally met his one and only, supreme father.

That was not fear, but a deep-seated reverence and ecstasy!

Willow God stared blankly at this scene.

It could clearly sense that the Dao, which it relied on for survival and was proud of, was as insignificant as dust in the face of this aura.

No, it's not even dust.

Dust at least has a form, but its essence, before this aura, seems to be assimilated and dissolved at any moment, returning to the most primordial "nothingness".

This time, Qin Feng was still followed by those stunningly beautiful goddesses, each one capable of making even Immortal King take notice.

They smiled sweetly, each with a different posture, yet they perfectly surrounded the man, creating a picture of exquisite harmony.

Qin Feng's gaze calmly fell on the charred trunk of Willow God.

He didn't speak, he just watched quietly.

But that one glance made Willow God feel that she had been seen through completely, from the inside out, from the past to the present, from the scars of every era to every lonely slumber, leaving her with no secrets left.

Finally, Qin Feng spoke.

His voice was calm, as if he were stating a very simple fact.

You are very lonely.

Boom!

Those four simple words were like an invisible giant hammer containing the power to World Creation, slamming hard into Willow God's strongest yet most vulnerable heart.

For countless ages, it has stood alone in the Great Wilderness, guarding a small village.

It was once Immortal King, overlooking the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, but in order to protect its homeland, it was banished to the mortal world, leaving only a broken piece of wood.

It was reborn amidst the tribulation of lightning, struggled in the darkness, resisted the covetousness from the upper realm, and resisted the erosion from Foreign Domain.

It sheltered Stone Village, watching generations of people be born, grow old, and turn into dust.

It has witnessed too much joy and sorrow, too much blood and fire.

But from beginning to end, there was only one.

No one understands its perseverance, and no one can share its burden.

Loneliness has long been ingrained in my bones; it has become a part of my being.

It thought it had long since gotten used to it, long since become numb to it.

But when this man, in such a calm tone, revealed its deepest core...

That iceberg, built from endless years and endless sorrow, collapsed in an instant.

The only willow branch of the Willow God that emitted a tender green glow began to tremble violently, with an unprecedented amplitude.

Qin Feng didn't give it much time to be sad.

With a casual wave of his hand.

A vivid and beautiful picture slowly unfolded before the Willow God.

It was atop an unimaginably enormous Immortal Boat, shrouded in clouds and mist, bathed in ethereal light.

A graceful and dignified woman in palace attire, Empress Dowager, was playing chess with a goddess whose aura was pure and holy, as if she were the mother of all things. As they placed their pieces, Great Dao Runes flowed around them, yet they remained relaxed, occasionally letting out pleasant chuckles.

Not far away, three stunningly beautiful fairies, each with a similar appearance but a distinct temperament, were laughing and frolicking together. One of them, the most lively, was chasing after another, the two of them circling the Immortal Boat, their silvery laughter carrying far and wide.

All the goddesses wore a genuine, carefree, and reassuring smile.

Willow God had seen that smile before.

I've seen it on the faces of those innocent children in Stone Village.

But it never imagined that such a smile would appear on a group of goddesses whose Tongtian was so profound that it could make the world tremble.

In such beings, what one often sees is majesty, indifference, and the heavy burden of responsibility.

But it's not in this picture.

Here there is no loneliness, no vigilance, no heavy mission.

Only the warmth and peace of mind found among family members.

"Did you see that?"

Qin Feng's voice rang out again, this time with a hint of barely perceptible gentleness.

"In my Immortal Alliance, there is no loneliness, only family."

"They, too, were once bound by fate, unable to control their own destiny, just like you. The Queen Mother of the West was once imprisoned in Kunlun, Nuwa once mended the sky for the demon Mending the Heavens, and the Three Immortals of Sanxiao were once caught in the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, unable to be free."

"But I've provided them with a safe haven."

Qin Feng's gaze became deep and sincere as he looked at Willow God and spoke, word by word.

"Now, this sky can also protect you."

He slowly extended his right hand, palm facing upwards—a simple yet powerful gesture.

"Willow God, your battle has lasted long enough."

Join us, turn your back on your sisters and...

Qin Feng paused, a confident and domineering smile curling at the corners of his lips.

"I."

"Let me be your protector."

Buzz--

The core of Willow God's will had completely fallen into a blank.

backing...

How unfamiliar, yet how warm these words are.

It has been a support for others for countless years, but never thought that one day it could also have a support.

It looked at the hand Qin Feng had extended; the hand was small, yet it seemed capable of supporting all the heavens and the myriad worlds.

It then looked at the goddesses in the picture, laughing carefree.

An unprecedented longing, a weariness it had never even noticed itself, overwhelmed its entire will like a flood bursting its banks.

yes.

It's been long enough.

It really has been long enough.

The tender Green Willow, trembling violently in the wind, surrounded by all the charred branches, slowly but firmly reached out towards Qin Feng's outstretched hand.