In the Divine Temples closest to the central region, Jiang Zhu looked rather astonished. "These are... the Willow Deity's remains?!"
Inside the great hall, an ancient golden tree stood silently, its roots sunk deep into the ground. Its thick trunk was rugged and powerful, like a colossal pillar holding up the entire world.
Its branches and leaves were exceptionally lush, the leaves layered so densely that they seemed to have condensed the spiritual light of Heaven and Earth.
Countless branches hung from its crown like Divine Chains of Order, swaying quietly within the hall and radiating a supreme aura.
Yet upon circling to the other side of the tree body, one could clearly see that its trunk was almost entirely hollow. Only a fragile layer of old bark enclosed an empty cavity, with nothing at all inside.
This horrifying sight had been completely hidden from the side where he had stood earlier. Though the trunk was hollow, many branches still hung like divine chains, swaying gently in the breeze.
These remains dated back an unknown number of tens of thousands of years. Its Primordial Spirit had long since dissipated, yet the shell it left behind remained to this day in this seldom-visited place.
As the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit of the Immortal Ancient Era, the Willow Deity had once awed the world, yet suffered a troubled fate and repeated calamities.
The deity had once regenerated from severed roots, lain dormant as a seed, and even lost all cultivation and started anew!
Over the long years, this legendary being had left broken remnants of the body in various places.
"Plants that attain the Dao really do have vigorous vitality!" Jiang Zhu reached out and gently stroked the trunk, sensing the vital essence that still lingered to this day.
He put away these