Within the endless black mist, a figure of peerless grace erupted with power. Three thousand branches danced like divine dragons reaching into the heavens, grinding countless primordial stars above to pieces. Every branch carried golden divine thunder capable of destroying everything. Against fallen creatures like these dark beings, thunder's effectiveness needed little explanation-it was their natural bane.
Moreover, this figure was truly breathtaking, with unmatched elegance and peerless bearing. The arts she displayed brimmed with endless vitality, a fusion of power no weaker than true phoenix divine flame and the Thunder Emperor Technique.
Although she displayed invincible might against any single dark being, she was still being driven back, step by step. She had even suffered grievous wounds herself.
As the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit of Immortal Ancient, she had ventured into the Boundary Sea several times to quell the dark turmoil sweeping across the Myriad Heavens and Realms. This time, she had believed she was very close to the truth.
Yet reality had far exceeded her expectations. Heaven-defying beings had emerged to intercept her, and there was more than one. All were fallen beings surpassing ordinary giants: monsters with more than a dozen heads, incomparably sacred eerie creatures seeking to receive her, and hordes of dark beings setting out to overturn great realms.
There were even kings of the Immortal Dao stronger than she was. This was beyond imagination. This dark calamity might involve heaven-defying beings at an even higher level. She had escaped after a bloody battle, but her injuries were too severe.
The Willow Deity might not yet have reached the strength of her peak in the original story. Back then, she might already have stepped into the very pinnacle of the king realm. Now, she was still a little short. Perhaps only after advancing further could she