After greeting everyone, Ji Hao brought the dragon horn before the charred willow stump.
Three Immortal King Giants were actually meeting in this tiny Stone Village. How terrifying!
Hum, hum, hum!
Seemingly sensing their arrival, Liu Shen awakened from her dormant state.
Brilliant green light bloomed. Tender willow twigs, their buds poised to unfurl, danced in the air, releasing endless emerald ripples. Specks of light rain shimmered, enveloping Stone Village and bathing it in peace.
Liu Shen had become increasingly extraordinary. A dozen or so bumps could be seen at the bases of her five green branches, almost ready to sprout. When they did, she would become even stronger.
At the sight of the extraordinary Liu Shen, the True Dragon Horn trembled. Clearly, the True Dragon within was far from calm.
"Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit."
The True Dragon's voice emerged, laden with endless vicissitudes, evoking the flight of time and seas turning into mulberry fields.
The last time they had met was during the magnificent Ancient Immortal Era. In the blink of an eye, endless time had passed and ages had turned. The True Dragon, too, had died. The era when they had looked down upon the Heavens was long gone.
Yet those once-vivid faces and those magnificent, epic scenes still surfaced before their eyes. Everything seemed to have happened only yesterday, never truly distant.
Willow twigs danced, their tender buds gleaming gold and releasing soft halos.
"True Dragon?"
Liu Shen was surprised as well. She had never expected Ji Hao to bring back such a heavyweight being.
She soon understood the True Dragon's current condition. It was dire. His true form had fallen, leaving only a trace of his imprint. His former glory was gone.
"Epochs have turned, and life and death have divided us. Neither of us possesses our