"What... is this power?"
Willow God's consciousness was hazy, her newborn willow branches swaying in the gentle breeze.
She sensed wisps of formless yet unfathomably mysterious power arising from the worship of the Human Race.
They streamed ceaselessly into her consciousness, nourishing it along with her charred trunk.
"Sacrificial power?"
Willow God murmured, greedily devouring this power.
It gradually stabilized her newborn consciousness.
She still could not remember the past, or even anything from the hundreds of years she had spent as a willow.
Yet nourished by sacrificial power, her consciousness grew increasingly stable.
All manner of wondrous Dao resonance, countless Daos and arts, even began to emerge within her mind.
Unfortunately, these Daos and arts all seemed incomplete, forcibly erased from her body and divine soul by some power.
"Did I come from beyond the heavens? Did I encounter a terrible Dao tribulation?"
"Yet it also seems I've always grown here, never once leaving!"
"Was it all a dream?"
"No... not merely a dream!"
Willow God murmured, looking at her charred trunk. She must truly have undergone a Dao tribulation.
It seemed to have been a supreme divine punishment born from the resonance between newborn Daos and arts and the complete Heavenly Dao.
That seemed to have been a method creation tribulation.
Yes, a method creation tribulation. It seemed deeply familiar to her; she had some impression of it!
And it had been an extraordinarily terrifying method creation tribulation.
The arts and Daos within her had resonated with the complete World Tree of this Immortal Ancient Era and the myriad Daos of the heavens, generating supreme divine punishment.
She seemed to have failed to withstand that Dao-completion tribulation. Her past had been washed away, and she had undergone a complete nirvana.
Everything from her past had combined with everything