Deep within the vast uninhabited region, a white-robed figure appeared like the light of an ascending immortal, as sacred as a divinity.
Three thousand spheres of light surrounded her, and the sounds of worship thundered majestically. Each sphere was a world, with ancient kingdoms rising and falling within and gods and demons of the heavens bowing in homage.
Her white robes billowed, her peerless grace unmatched.
What sort of sight was this?
Each sphere of light was a realm unto itself, containing countless ancient kingdoms and innumerable gods and demons, who prostrated themselves in ceaseless worship as the sound of chanting scriptures rang out.
Terrifying and unparalleled, she possessed an immortal's might.
Such a sight could truly shake all eternity. It was an unimaginable marvel that stunned countless people, leaving them staring up at the sky, their mouths agape.
He Xian carefully contemplated it. This, too, was a Dao-the path of sacrificial worship, sheltering the myriad people and drawing the power of their faith into oneself.
"It seems the rumors are true. She may well be connected to the previous era, a supreme being who survived."
The leader of the Western Sect murmured, his expression grave and solemn.
"Willow Deity, you've come back!" Shi Hao could no longer contain himself and cried out. He was immensely excited, his emotions surging like a vast ocean, impossible to restrain.
Years had passed since their parting, but he had never forgotten her.
It was because of this willow tree that everything Shi Hao later experienced had become possible. Back when turmoil swept the Great Wilderness, the weak and dying Willow Deity had saved Stone Village.
At the same time, an aged voice rang out from the Bronze Ancient Hall, filled with authority and a cutting edge.
"Willow tree, you're still alive!"
His voice