Across the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, throughout ancient times, the present, and the future, he dared say that no one's weapon could match his in ferocity.
The blood pool it now soaked in had been formed from the blood of countless strange creatures Shi Yongheng had slain. It contained the blood of True Immortals, Immortal Kings, Dao Ancestors, and even Immortal Emperors.
Beside the courtyard lay a patch of land several dozen meters wide, glowing with a soft radiance. The crystalline soil exuded a nine-colored mist, life intent permeating the air. It seemed capable of reviving the extinguished heavens, like the source of all life-related Great Daos.
Auspicious clouds rose, blessed energy overflowed, and immortal rain filled the air. If a mortal came here and took a single breath, they could ascend to immortality on the spot.
Supreme power and fragments of laws permeated every corner of this place, along with the Great Daos of countless eras.
Shi Yongheng planted the charred willow stump in the source soil, then used supreme divine power to cleanse the Dark Matter from within the Willow Deity.
He slowly sorted through the Willow Deity's severely wounded body, preventing her origin from being corroded by darkness and evaporating the black mist covering her extinguished primordial spirit.
"Buzz!"
Just after it was planted, a tender green willow shoot began to emerge from the top of the Willow Deity's charred stump. The tiny willow branch, only a few centimeters long, swayed with a warm glow.
"With me here, you'll definitely be alright," Shi Yongheng murmured. The life he had lived as a mortal was still vivid in his mind. That experience had been truly wondrous.
The Willow Deity had already been a Quasi-Immortal Emperor for more than a million years. Shi Yongheng had also taken her across