Within the Pure Land of the Void, auspicious immortal light flowed like rippling water.
After explaining to Ye Xuan why they were heading to the Sea of Worlds, the three thousand world-orbs surrounding Willow Deity began to change.
The dazzling halos that had seemed to nurture real universes gradually began to fade at a visible speed.
The intertwined hum of the Great Dao within this pure land likewise grew subdued.
Willow Deity's peerlessly magnificent body had not truly descended after all. She was merely a battle imprint manifested through that broken branch within the Immortal Ancient Ruins.
After suppressing the gathered heroes, fighting battle after battle, and displaying her supreme divine might, the source power contained within this imprint had been utterly depleted. At last, it had reached the limit of how long it could remain in this world.
White mist drifted slowly around Willow Deity. In the instant before she vanished, her face—always indistinct—seemed to become slightly clearer.
Willow Deity turned and let her gaze fall upon Shi Hao, who stood behind her.
As she looked at this youth who had fought and struggled his way from the Great Wilderness of the lower realm, enduring countless trials of life and death to reach this day, the coldness and majesty she had shown before the Sect Masters were gone from her eyes. In their place was the gentleness of an elder watching a junior grow up, along with profound expectation.
"Little Stone, my mission in this world has come to an end." Willow Deity's voice was soft, yet it reached Shi Hao's ears with perfect clarity.
"The road ahead is filled with endless hardships and storms. You must walk it steadfastly on your own. The karma upon you is heavy, but your potential is likewise without limit. Do not fear