As his words fell, the humanoid flame trembled slightly. At last, its quasi-Immortal Emperor power dispersed, revealing the broken Willow Tree within.
She existed as a primordial spirit and had suffered unimaginably grievous wounds.
Back then, she had abandoned her flesh, leaving only her primordial spirit, and charged alone into the Dark Space. The journey had been perilous; only by exhausting every ounce of strength had she reached this twilight of the gods.
Merely reaching the Ultimate Land had nearly cost her life. She could do nothing here. Had the quasi-Immortal Emperor flame not sheltered her, she would already have turned to ash.
Across the ground lay many bonfires formed from the bones of Immortal Kings. They had been beings of immense resolve who held the world in their hearts. For them, fighting their way here had demanded their lives.
The Willow Deity was among the stronger ones. After breaking through the shackles of the Dark Space's laws, she had not died; a breath of life remained.
As for the other Immortal Kings, even the quasi-Immortal Emperor flame could not save them.
"Is that you? Shi Hao!"
Just then, a familiar voice sounded from the broken Willow Tree's crown. It was a little weak, as though its speaker had only just awakened. It was Little Pagoda.
"It's me. I've come to take you home." Shi Hao's voice caught in his throat.
The Willow Deity and Little Pagoda were both among those most important to him. Now, both were still alive.
"You actually managed to reach this place? Hmm? You've transcended the Immortal King realm?" Little Pagoda was astonished. That fierce boy from Stone Village had actually come this far. How long had they been asleep?
Little Pagoda calculated the time. Only a little over a million years had passed since