This great tree had originally been no larger than a sapling, yet in the blink of an eye, the sapling grew into a Vast Sky Great Tree.
It enveloped Wang Ya within it.
Ancestor Bai He's Sky-Covering Great Palm descended, yet it was entirely blocked by the great tree.
"Who is it?" Ancestor Bai He frowned and shouted coldly.
"Fellow Daoist Bai He, after all these years, your temper is still as explosive as ever," an elderly voice said leisurely.
Everyone looked up.
They saw an old man riding the wind and stepping upon clouds as he drifted over from the northwest.
The old man wore a green robe, and the beard above his lips was particularly distinctive.
It curved in an arc, like the roots of a Horned Dragon.
His face was gaunt, skin wrapped around bones, with not a scrap of flesh between skin and bone.
Though the old man looked so frightening, a dense aura of life surrounded him.
If a mortal on the verge of death could take a breath of such life aura, they would likely be able to forcibly prolong their life by several years.
The old man's teeth were uneven, and his mouth was full of large yellow teeth.
"Old ghost Wang, it's you." A trace of wariness flashed through Ancestor Bai He's eyes at the old man's arrival.
Yet he still snorted coldly. "Is your Plant Lineage planning to openly rebel?
Helping outsiders suppress our people of Yaochi?"
"Grandpa Wang!" Wang Ya and her sibling were overjoyed when they saw the old man arrive, hurrying forward to greet him.
Xu Zimo remembered as well.
Back in Duanlang Valley, Wang Ya and her sibling had once said that—
the Plant Lineage was now withering away, with only three people left.
Besides the two