Willow Deity Acts, Mountain Treasure Appears

"Whoosh, thank goodness I made it!"

A figure wreathed in a golden whirlwind sprinted from afar, though he did not approach the battlefield, stopping at a distance of one or two miles.

To avoid being caught in the crossfire of the Willow Deity, Bai Yixin deliberately sought out a safe vantage point to admire her display of might.

However, it seemed that while he had arrived in time, the show was already nearing its end.

In the sky, a massive purple foot descended, slamming down violently toward the willow tree at the entrance of the village.

This was an attack from the Purple Mountain Marquis, one of the four great powerhouses who had come to besiege Stone Village; he was the strongest expert within this vast Great Wilderness.

It was hard to gauge the true strength of a Marquis who dared to claim kingship in these wild, desolate lands, but Bai Yixin guessed he was at most in the Spirit Transformation Realm, or perhaps even just the initial stages of it.

Such an attack looked terrifying, but in truth, it was all show and no substance.

The Willow Deity used her single, solitary willow branch, swaying it with the wind. As she lifted the tender tip and gave it a gentle flick, a green vortex manifested, growing larger and larger until it finally formed a tornado that reached the heavens!

A mere flick of a tender sprout had caused such a terrifying celestial phenomenon; one could only imagine just how powerful that charred willow trunk at the village entrance truly was!

"Boom!"

The green vortex expanded, reaching the firmament, connecting heaven and earth with a majestic momentum that shook the four corners of the wilderness.

It was like a mountain torrent erupting or a vast sea crashing against the sky, rumbling with a sound that left the various experts on the verge of collapse and suffocation.

The giant purple foot was dragged into the vortex, followed by the entire purple giant. In a single breath, he collapsed, disintegrated, and was completely swallowed by the heaven-reaching tornado, torn to shreds!

The crowd fell into a deathly silence, with nothing but shock and terror plastered across every face.

Only Bai Yixin watched the Willow Deity with a hint of awe, wondering to himself how long it would take for him to become as strong as her.

100 years? 1,000 years? Perhaps even longer.

The tornado howled like an ancient ferocious beast, shaking the entire mountain range.

Not a single person was a match for even one of the Willow Deity's moves; the men of the Golden Wolf Tribe, the Thunder Clan, the Luofu Great Swamp, and the Flood Dragon Clan were all shattered and broken!

That willow branch moved once more, its radiance flaring brilliantly. In an instant, it extended four or five miles, sweeping out with a sudden, violent motion. Whether it was towering stone mountains, dense forests, or the enemies besieging Stone Village, all were sliced in half at the waist. With a thunderous roar, corpses fell in heaps, and blood splattered everywhere!

"Pfft," "Pfft"...

After cutting down the primary targets, the willow tree did not continue a wanton massacre, but instead turned its attention to the Scale Horses and exotic beasts. The willow branch pierced through one mount after another, stringing them up like a long row of beads on its crystalline surface.

In the end, hundreds of mounts, including Scale Horses, Unicorns, and Moon Rhinos, were all skewered on the willow branch and dragged back to Stone Village.

The remaining survivors of the four clans fled for their lives, not daring to linger a moment longer.

"Grandpa Chief, are you all alright?"

A shout came from outside Stone Village; it was Bai Yixin, who had run back now that the grand spectacle had concluded.

"Child, are you alright?!"

The crisis had come so suddenly that the people of Stone Village had only just realized Bai Yixin was still outside the village.

"I'm fine. I noticed something was wrong with the village, so I ran back. I didn't have any contact with those people outside; I hid quietly in the distance and watched the Willow Deity wipe them all out!" Bai Yixin said, looking a bit uneasy as the villagers crowded around him.

"That's right, it's all thanks to the Willow Deity!"

The villagers held the willow tree in immense awe, offering sincere worship. It was the one that had protected Stone Village, and everyone called it the Willow Deity, praying to it with devotion.

Suddenly, a divine thought resonated: "This is food. Prepare well; a great disaster is coming."

"Who is that?" The people of Stone Village were startled.

"It's the Willow Deity!" Bai Yixin said, his eyes burning as he looked at the charred willow tree.

The willow tree had been broken for many years, leaving only a charred main trunk over ten meters in diameter, with only a single willow branch that was emerald green and dripping with vitality, swaying in the wind.

"We pay our respects to the Willow Deity!"

The villagers were terrified yet filled with reverence. The willow tree's display had exceeded their wildest imagination, and many knelt down, praying for it to safeguard the peace of Stone Village.

The elderly, trembling, led the prayers with sincere hearts and earnest words, expressing their deep respect.

A mysterious power emerged, strange and akin to the sacrificial energy recorded in bone books from when ancient ancestors offered sacrifices to heaven, rippling outward.

"Heed the Willow Deity's warning! Begin storing food!" one of the clan elders commanded, having regained his composure.

The village immediately became a hive of activity. The corpses of hundreds of mounts lay in the streets like small hills; this was enough to feed the villagers for a long time, and they had to be processed to prevent rot.

Finally, this moment has arrived. The battle for the Mountain Treasure in the depths of the mountains is about to begin. Bai Yixin thought to himself.

The "great disaster" the Willow Deity spoke of could only be the catastrophe that would soon drench the land in blood over the Mountain Treasure.

Lost in thought, Bai Yixin went to an open space as usual and took nearly 100 pieces of prey from his inventory, piling them into a small hill.

Every household was busy processing their catch, and Bai Yixin didn't want to be idle. He used a minor Rain Summoning spell to conjure small clouds over everyone, making it easier for them to wash the meat.

Then, Bai Yixin began to process the prey with practiced ease—skinning, cleaning, and cutting them into strips of meat to be handed over to the aunties for smoking.

Just as Stone Village was bustling with the work of smoking meat, the deepest parts of the primeval mountain range were far from peaceful.

A massive figure emerged, wreathed in thick mist. Its true form was obscured, yet the intimidating aura it radiated shook the heavens and the earth. The mountains and valleys trembled, and all birds and beasts prostrated themselves on the ground, shivering and kowtowing toward this location.

It stood tall, reaching heaven knows how many miles into the clouds. A pair of eyes, deep green and resembling two lakes embedded in the firmament, were several miles in diameter. Such eyes were terrifyingly huge, and the killing intent they exuded was heaven-shaking!

"This sacred object is mine." It spoke in a low voice, as dull and heavy as thunder, shaking the mountains until they were on the verge of collapse. Countless ferocious birds and beasts in the distant mountains trembled in fear.

The response to it was a massive iron rod, thick as a pillar supporting the heavens, sweeping across with a howl of gale-force winds, sending boulders tumbling and clouds surging.

This was a fierce battle; two unimaginable existences had laid down primitive precious talismans to stabilize the mountains and rivers, locked in a life-and-death struggle.

In the deepest part of the mountain range, from another direction, flames soared to the heavens as a Little Red Bird appeared, engaging in a world-shaking battle with another terrifying creature.

There were four supreme creatures in total fighting, their level of terror beyond imagination, causing even powerful remnants like the Demon Ape and the Blazing Fire Bull Demon to tremble, hiding in the distance, not daring to move.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the center of the vast mountain range erupted with a heaven-shaking roar, rocks piercing the sky as the earth itself split open, chaotic energy spreading and sweeping across the entire mountain range.

Immortal light shot into the heavens there, auspicious energy surging as if one had arrived at the time before the world was split, as if a chaotic supreme treasure had emerged, rising and falling, shaking the entire Great Wilderness.

"The Mountain Treasure has emerged!"

With a "weng long" sound, the depths of the mountain range boiled over, the battle becoming even more intense as the four unimaginable, terrifying creatures fought a life-and-death struggle to seize the newly unearthed Mountain Treasure.

The battle was unimaginably fierce; the four supreme existences, beyond all comprehension, fought with reckless abandon, a terrifying aura rushing toward the eight wildernesses, causing all living things to tremble in fear!