"Willow Deity, what kind of world is that?" Shi Hao wanted to know. He had been searching for answers all along—where Willow Deity was going and what it intended to do.
"The world I knew no longer exists. The homeland where I once lived was scorched black long ago, and everyone I knew has already died." Willow Deity gazed at the horizon, at the vast mountain ranges, looking profoundly desolate.
This was the first time it had revealed such a demeanor. It was unlike before—there was an air of finality, remembrance, and sorrow. It seemed to see one old friend after another struggling, before finally passing away.
"Willow Deity!" Shi Hao called out. He saw those eyes within the hazy mist. They had once been clear as water, but now they were deep as an abyss. It was immersed in a world of grief.
In the distance, the Undying Being and Qi Daolin were waiting, unaware of what was happening here.
Willow Deity stood on the mountain and let out a soft sigh.
"I do not know how far away the place I am going is. The journey is long. Perhaps I can reach it by crossing the Primordial Gate. There is another possibility—perhaps my true body has already turned into a pool of tainted blood," Willow Deity said, revealing just how difficult it would be.
Shi Hao's heart stirred violently upon hearing this. Even someone as powerful as Willow Deity faced such circumstances. How could anyone else possibly succeed?
"In the Immortal Ancient Era, immortals existed in this world, yet they still failed. In this era, not even a single true Changsheng has appeared. What can be done?" Willow Deity murmured.
"Give me time, and I will definitely be qualified to join that battle!" Shi Hao said. He wanted