Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Above Black Stone City, Liu Qingqing, an elder of Huoyan Valley, held both arms aloft.
Behind her, the shadow of a lush green willow tree appeared. Its branches stretched taut, all reaching into the phantom of history as if straining to drag something out.
Crack! Crack!
At last, through Liu Qingqing's tireless efforts, the shadow of Willow Immortal Venerable—whom Jiang Yan had crushed with a single hand earlier—was dragged into the present world.
The figure was illusory all over, save for a translucent green leaf at the center of its trunk, which radiated sacred light.
It was the complete opposite of the cold and sinister nature of Willow Immortal Venerable. As the saying went, sacred things were born in places of extreme evil. A leaf imbued with innate divinity had actually emerged within Willow Immortal Venerable.
"This is it! This is it!"
"Get it! I have to get it—this is the foundation of my path to the Dao!"
Liu Qingqing stared at the leaf, eyes shining and face alight with excitement.
To Jiang Yan, the many anomalies entrenched in Black Stone City were the greatest fortune of his trip. To Liu Qingqing, this innate treasure within Willow Immortal Venerable was her greatest fortune.
She cultivated wood-attribute techniques. If she could obtain this emerald leaf, she would have a sliver of hope of entering the Jie Realm.
With that in mind, Liu Qingqing gave it everything she had, forcibly dragging Willow Immortal Venerable—already reduced to ashes by Jiang Yan—out of the phantom of history.
And in doing so, she was effectively helping it come back to life.
"Let me help!"
Just then, Bai Shenghai shot into the sky and came to Liu Qingqing's side.
He reached out and grabbed forward. Shadowy dragons immediately flew forth,