"It's it again!" Shi Hao murmured. He had already guessed; it was the blurry ancient cauldrons seen under the Burial World's Abyss. He knew that what he saw that day was just an imprint.
A blood-stained cauldron, three-legged with two ears, surrounded by maternal energy, with endless primal chaos inside the mouth of the cauldron. What is its origin?
Every time Shi Hao thinks of it, his heart trembles with waves. That person's background is too enigmatic with too many mysteries.
However, what excites Shi Hao the most right now is seeing the Willow Deity again. Although he knows this is not its True Body, it still unsettles his emotions.
He wants to know so much, wants to understand the Immortal Era.
"You came too late. I am just a segment of a branch, about to cease existing, unable to help you," said the pale golden willow tree.
