"No, I seem to have forgotten something. What was it... Desolate? He was fading away too?!"
At that moment, unprecedented worry and gravity appeared on Willow Deity's peerlessly beautiful face.
It was a tremor from the depths of her soul, the terrifying sensation that a critically important existence, intimately bound to her own fate, was being forcibly erased.
Desolate! The one who had risen from the lower realm, fought his way onward, walked beside her, and ultimately entered a higher realm was fading from her memory.
The Ancestors have struck again. Did they discover he faked his death? Willow Deity wondered.
No, probably not. Her gaze flashed like lightning as she looked toward the utterly tranquil Plateau, her thoughts reaching further.
If the Ancestors truly knew Desolate had faked his death and infiltrated the Plateau, it would never have been so quiet.
As thoughts raced through Willow Deity's mind, a calm voice carrying a trace of weariness, yet still steady and strong, rang out in her heart as though it had crossed boundless time and space:
"Willow Deity, don't worry."
It was Desolate!
"I'm fine." Desolate Heavenly Emperor's voice continued, and he briefly recounted what had happened within the Scenes of the Old Days.
"Those old monsters reacted quickly. They immediately resorted to erasure at the level of the source, seeking to annihilate every trace of us."
"Six Ancestors struck. Although I used the Stone Jar to temporarily protect the foundation of my existence, my old wounds hadn't healed. Caught unprepared, I inevitably suffered some impact and upheaval, which created the appearance that I was about to fade away."
"But they don't know I'm hiding in the shadows. I'll return to normal before long."
So that was it! Understanding dawned on Willow Deity, and she breathed a sigh of relief.