Willow God!
This time, it was truly it—traversing the void from the depths of the vast uninhabited lands!
Clad in white robes, its grace unparalleled!
This was the Willow God, and the moment it appeared, it displayed peerless magnificence. With a single palm strike, it sent the ancient bronze hall flying and wounded the other sect masters.
**Boom!**
The bronze hall was sent crashing toward the ground by that palm. Even from a great distance, the towering mountains shattered, their surfaces cracking as boulders shot into the sky.
When the bronze hall finally tumbled down and landed nearby, the surrounding mountains exploded into dust, vegetation turned to powder, and the very void collapsed—a scene of terrifying devastation.
One must know, this was one of the Ten Great Weapons of the Upper Realm!
Though it appeared as an ancient hall, it was in truth a weapon.
The land sank as it descended, obliterating everything in its path. Nothing could withstand its momentum, as though a great star had fallen from beyond the heavens.
It was a scene of cataclysmic destruction—dust and smoke surged into the sky, dispersing the clouds and shaking the firmament.
This phenomenon was utterly terrifying. The mere descent of a bronze hall was far more ferocious and deadly than the combined attacks of numerous sect masters.
One must also remember that this place had been fortified with dozens of grand formations, all laid by the various sect masters. Yet now, all had been shattered.
The bronze hall plunged deep into the earth, erasing countless bone scripts. A massive black abyss formed, bottomless and pitch-dark, an utterly horrifying sight.
This was merely the first exchange, the first strike, yet it had already created such a spectacle, stirring fear in the hearts of all present. Their eyes shimmered with radiant runes as they stared at the scene.
“That is the supreme being of the Immortal Hall, a witness to the rise of dynasties and the fall of imperial clans, an undefeated legend of the Upper Realm,” some murmured in shock.
The legendary invincible supreme being of the Immortal Hall had just awakened, only to encounter such an overwhelmingly powerful opponent—one who sent the hall crashing into the earth with a single palm.
What kind of sight was this?
There, a figure stood transcendent, clad in pristine white, as radiant as the moon. Wisps of white mist swirled around it, and behind it floated three thousand glowing orbs—each a world unto itself!
Within each orb lay a vast realm, teeming with countless ancient kingdoms and endless deities, all bowing in worship, their chants resonating through the void.
Infinite worlds, endless gods praying and paying homage—this was a sight that could shake the ages, an unimaginably grand and mystical spectacle!
On the other side, the master of the Immortal Valley steadied himself, gripping a broken sword, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his expression grim.
Who was he? A sect master of the Three Thousand Provinces, a titan of the Upper Realm. Yet, he had suffered such a setback in the very first exchange.
For a figure of his stature, this was nothing short of humiliation. In his long life, who had ever wounded him so effortlessly?
The master of the Western Sect pressed his palms together, chanting mantras to stabilize his golden body, no longer retreating, dispersing his dharma form.
Just moments ago, he had transformed into a thousand-armed ancient monk, invoking an ultimate technique from the previous era—yet he had still suffered a crushing defeat.
Fortunately, his dharma form was not his true body. Though some of the thousand golden arms formed from his power had been severed, his true self remained unharmed.
Even so, this was enough to shake the master of the Western Sect.
Years ago, he had clashed with this willow tree in the Lower Realm. Back then, it had not been nearly as formidable. Yet in just a few years, its progress had been staggering.
“It seems the rumors are true. It may well be connected to the previous era—a supreme being that survived,” the Western Sect master muttered, his expression grave.
“Willow God… you’ve returned?” Shi Hao cried out, his heart surging like a tempestuous ocean, unable to contain his emotions.
Years had passed, yet he had never forgotten.
It was because of the Willow God that Shi Hao had achieved all he had. When chaos had engulfed the Great Wasteland, it was the weakened, dying Willow God that had saved Stone Village.
In Shi Hao’s youth, though the Willow God had not taught him grand techniques, it had guided him, showing him a vaster world beyond.
Shi Hao had never forgotten. His goal had always been to one day step into the world the Willow God spoke of, to fight alongside it.
He had thought that once the Willow God stepped through that gate, it would never return—that he would have to grow strong enough to seek it out himself.
To see it now filled him with shock and joy.
The Willow God turned its gaze toward him. Though its humanoid form remained shrouded in mist, even divine sight unable to pierce through, Shi Hao felt it smiling.
“Is it truly the Willow God returned, or something else?” Shi Hao murmured, clenching his fists in the distance, waiting for the battle to conclude.
He had faith in the Willow God. From the past to the present, and into the future, it seemed there was nothing the Willow God could not accomplish—invincible in all things!
**Clang!**
A deafening metallic roar erupted as the bronze hall, covered in verdigris, burst forth with dazzling radiance from the depths of the black abyss. Like an immortal artifact sealed away for eons, its might was unparalleled.
It tore free from the earth, rising from the black chasm below.
Legends had long spoken of this as an immortal treasure. Though it resembled a structure, it was in truth an unimaginable supreme artifact.
It was said to rank among the very top of the Ten Great Weapons of the Three Thousand Provinces.
Some even claimed its origins were as profound as the Three-Life Copper Coffin—tied to the previous era.
**Boom!**
The bronze hall glowed as it emerged, exuding chaotic energy and auspicious light. Even its ancient green patina could not conceal its majesty and mystery.
Upon its surface, countless vivid engravings appeared—plants, beasts, ancient birds, savage gods, suns, moons, and stars—all wreathed in mist.
“Willow Tree, you still live!” A hoarse, authoritative voice rang out from within the hall, carrying an edge of sharpness.
His voice alone distorted the void, splitting mountains and rivers—a testament to the bloodline power of a supreme being.
Even the other sect masters were shaken. This ancient being was terrifyingly powerful.
“A remnant immortal root, surviving into this era—yet this is no longer your epoch. You will never reclaim your peak!” The voice from the hall grew increasingly harsh.
“All of you, join me! Let us cut down this tree!” the master of Sword Valley declared.
“Indeed! With so many of us here, why fear one being? Slay it!” the sect master of the Dragon Demon Sect roared, his massive draconic form coiling across the heavens.
“Leave now, and I will not strike again,” the Willow God spoke, its gaze sweeping over some, urging them to depart.
Yet it did not spare a glance for the masters of the Dragon Demon Sect or the Immortal Ancient lineage. Its expression remained placid, unreadable—only deepening the unease of those present.
Some were moved, while others grew even more tense.
“Very well. We intended to leave, but the sinner’s descendant must remain. And Qi Daolin, the remnant of the Supreme Hall, must also answer for his crimes,” the master of the Floating Truth Valley declared.
At this point, there was no turning back. He hoped the sects would unite to slay this formidable foe.
If they missed this chance, they might never have another. With so many powerhouses gathered, this was the perfect opportunity to deal with both the Undying Being and this willow tree.
“So, none of you will relent, even for the sake of sparing that youth?” The Willow God’s voice remained calm.
“No one may command this old one. I act as I please—who dares bind my will?” the ancient voice from the hall sneered coldly.
“Senior, if battle is inevitable, we shall not lag behind. Let us join forces and cut down this tree!” a sect master declared.
At this, the masters of Sword Valley and the Dragon Demon Sect stepped forward, encircling the Willow God, preparing to attack as one.
“Indeed, let us fight! No matter who comes today, none shall leave alive!” the Sun God Vine roared, still nursing hatred for the Willow God severing half its body in the past.
“You cannot save that boy. We will keep him here—this is the collective will of the Three Thousand Provinces. You alone cannot change it!” another voice added.
The Willow God laughed, but its tone turned icy. “Such arrogance, to seek the utter annihilation of a mere youth. If that is your stance, then let battle commence!”
“Do you think this is a place where anyone can defy the sect masters? Even one as mighty as you, should you defy the heavens, shall perish!” a voice from the Fire Cloud Cave declared.
“Kill!” the Nether Lord spoke bluntly.
“That boy must die! He dared slay the genius of our Celestial Nation—we shall not spare him!” the deputy master of the Celestial Nation added.
“Then come forth and die!” the Undying Being roared, already launching into battle against them.
“Kill!”
The great battle erupted. All unleashed their techniques at once, twisting time itself as the world seemed to return to its primordial chaos. The very fabric of space threatened to tear apart.
The Undying Being and Qi Daolin fought with all their might.
Yet the most intense clash was around the Willow God—a battle that reached a frenzied peak.
From the very first moment, blood was spilled.
**Clang!**
The Upper Realm’s supreme treasure, the bronze hall, shone with blinding light as it pressed down upon the Willow God.
The others attacked without restraint, unleashing their most devastating techniques.
Yet when the Immortal Hall’s radiance descended upon the Willow God, it was halted midair, frozen in place.
**Swoosh!**
A golden streak shot forth—a slender willow branch piercing through the void, arriving before the master of Sword Valley in an instant, targeting him once more.
**Clang!**
This time, the Sword Valley master unleashed a slash capable of severing suns and moons. The sword light soared, splitting the heavens themselves.
Yet the willow branch remained unscathed. Though sparks flew, it withstood the blow unbroken.
Like a divine chain, the golden branch shattered all obstacles, reaching him in a flash. With a twist, the broken sword in his hand disintegrated into metallic dust.
Then, the branch impaled his body, pinning him midair—all in the blink of an eye.
Despite his might as a sect master, his protective runes were shattered, his body sent flying, blood gushing.
**Pop!**
With a flick, the golden branch shook—and the Sword Valley master exploded into a mist of blood.
All were stunned. This was too sudden!
**Swoosh!**
Another golden branch, thick as a wrist, shot through the void, piercing through layers of bone scripts. A powerhouse from the Netherworld screamed as his scythe shattered.
**Thud!**
A soft sound—and the branch pierced his forehead, extinguishing his soul on the spot.
**Rumble!**
In the sky, the bronze hall trembled, descending with overwhelming force, its surface covered in surging runes, exuding immortal energy.
Yet the Willow God stood unmoving. From its back, thousands of golden willow branches shot forth, transforming into chains of order, catching the ancient hall midair.
With a shout, it held the hall aloft, its branches coiling around it, binding it tightly.
**Boom!**
Wrapped in countless golden branches, the bronze hall became like a flail, wielded by the Willow God as it swung forward.
All paled. This was a supreme treasure of the Upper Realm—yet it was being turned against them!
**Splat!**
In an instant, a sect master of the Winged Serpent Clan was smashed apart, dying on the spot.
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