The Golden-Winged Roc and the Azure-Sky Roc are both descendants of the Kun Peng. Though not direct offspring, their bloodlines remain exceptionally pure, especially these two creatures, who are particularly terrifying.
Because they are only a few generations removed, they are close kin to the Kun Peng’s descendant, addressing him as “Granduncle.”
These two divine birds are renowned in the upper realm, and their clans are overwhelmingly powerful. Few dare to provoke them under normal circumstances!
Yet, though their presence is formidable and their abilities vast, they are not enough to make all sect masters wary—after all, they are merely two mighty figures.
When the golden leaves scattered, everyone’s expressions changed, especially a few whose faces darkened, for they had seen them before in the lower realm.
That aura was unmistakable.
“It’s that thing! Didn’t it enter that gate? How has it reappeared?!” The Sun God Vine’s expression was the ugliest. Back in the lower realm, it had been cleaved in half by that entity, forced to flee for its life back to the upper realm.
“Impossible! Someone is impersonating it! It entered the Primordial Gate—no one who enters ever returns alive!” another voice roared.
“Who dares play these ghostly tricks?” someone demanded.
In short, they refused to believe it, suspecting someone was scheming.
Shi Hao’s heart surged with excitement, nearly shouting aloud—for those were the Willow God’s leaves!
In the sky, the leaves were not numerous, but each one was crystalline and radiant, their golden light piercing the heavens, exuding a powerful undulation as they floated in the void.
“Hmph, mere theatrics! That being cannot possibly return. What can you do to me?!” someone scoffed—a Blood Bat flapping its wings, its black demonic membranes spread wide, crimson eyes glaring, fangs gleaming white and sinister.
This was a sect master, though not one of the great overlords who shook the three thousand provinces, still a formidable figure, his cultivation no weaker than renowned powerhouses.
*Swoosh!*
At that moment, a golden leaf shot forth, transforming into a streak of light—so fast it shattered the void, arriving before the Blood Bat in an instant.
The Blood Bat shrieked, unleashing crimson ripples—its treasure technique, a sonic wave divine ability that shook space and shattered the heavens.
Yet it was futile. The golden leaf pierced through the ripples and, with a *thud*, impaled the bat’s forehead.
“Ah—!” The Blood Bat wailed, blood gushing from its brow as it thrashed violently. But the light in its eyes dimmed rapidly.
A mighty expert had fallen, slain by a single golden willow leaf.
The onlookers were stunned, shaken to the core!
Some felt a chill—how could a mere golden willow leaf claim the life of a supreme expert? What kind of divine power was this?!
For a brief moment, silence reigned. Many shut their mouths, not daring to speak.
Especially the supreme overlords who had descended to the lower realm and fought the Willow God—they knew all too well how terrifying it was.
Years ago, in that battle, the Willow God alone had faced countless heroes. Numerous sect masters descended, yet even their combined efforts were useless.
Amidst such odds, it had fought its way in and out, surrounded yet still slaying several sect masters and grievously wounding others.
That battle had far-reaching consequences. For instance, the current Netherworld Sovereign’s dominion over several dark lands in the upper realm was solely because the Willow God had slain a Chaos Ancient Corpse of the Netherworld in the lower realm—a supreme overlord.
Since then, no one in those dark lands could oppose the Netherworld Sovereign, allowing him to consolidate his rule.
Years ago, the Willow God’s solo battle against countless heroes and its slaughter of sect masters had sent shockwaves through the upper realm—so terrifying and transcendent was its might.
Some had guessed its identity, while others remained ignorant. But later investigations and inquiries had uncovered some clues.
People discovered with horror that the Willow God was likely a remnant, not yet restored to its peak. In ancient times, some had witnessed its nirvana, while others had seen it transform into a seed.
There were even rumors that it had ventured somewhere unknown, encountering an unprecedented calamity—its body struck by immortal lightning from the Ninth Heaven, nearly perishing.
The Willow God of this era was at its lowest ebb. That it still lived was a miracle; that it was gradually recovering was nothing short of unbelievable.
Back then, a Willow God not yet at its peak had slaughtered foes from all sides—how could that not inspire fear?
Years had passed. If it were to reappear now, it might be even stronger!
“Senior, is it you?”
At that moment, a five-colored peacock appeared—its massive form, resplendent plumage illuminating the heavens as it soared through the sky, gazing upward.
This was the Peacock Divine Lord, who soon transformed into a human figure—a man standing in the void, reverence etched on his face.
The crowd was stunned. Even the lord of the Peacock Clan wore such an expression, further deepening their awe of the Willow God.
Only a few knew the truth: the Peacock Divine Lord’s rise to power in his youth was due to encountering a willow tree that bestowed upon him a pool of five-colored divine liquid, allowing him to surpass his kin and ascend to greatness.
“The borderlands will soon be in chaos, war will spread. Why waste strength on infighting? Step back and disperse.”
A serene voice echoed through the void as golden willow leaves danced, suffusing the area with sacred tranquility.
At that moment, a distant bronze immortal palace trembled, emitting an ancient cough—as if a colossal entity was awakening.
*Dong!*
Simultaneously, a grand and mysterious Dao Bell appeared in the heavens, exuding chaotic energy.
On its surface was inscribed the character “Nonexistence.”
At the same time, the previously silent Western Sect’s master stepped forward, his form transforming into that of a thousand-armed ancient monk.
The situation grew ever more complex as the great overlords made their moves.
“I refuse to believe it! That cannot be the same being. No one returns from the Primordial Gate—since ancient times, even supreme sovereigns who entered perished!” declared the Valley Master of Sword Valley, gripping his sword as waves of sword energy surged around him, standing atop an ocean of sword dao.
Just then, a voice called from afar: “Valley Master, it is indeed not the willow from the lower realm! It hails from the Immortal Ancient Ruins!”
These words sent shockwaves through the crowd, drawing the attention of all factions.
Gu Jianyun appeared in the distance, stating, “Within the Immortal Ancient Ruins, some natives guard a mountain range where a fragment of their ancestral sacrificial spirit—this golden willow—resides.”
Having recently returned from the ruins, Gu Jianyun knew some of its secrets.
“Indeed, it is not the willow you encountered in the lower realm, merely a branch!” Ning Chuan also appeared, accompanied by several experts, including a native overlord—the Silver-Blooded Demon Tree.
This ancient tree confirmed that the Eight-Armed Soul Clan, the Centaur Clan, and others guarded a dormant branch—not a complete ancient tree.
“Hahaha!” Laughter erupted as someone’s lips curled in mockery, their tension easing.
So it wasn’t the real thing. Though powerful, this branch couldn’t sustain prolonged battle—it was rootless, capable of only a few strikes at most.
Shi Hao’s heart sank. He had guessed as much—this was likely the golden branch from the Pure Land. Though towering like an ancient tree, it wasn’t the true Willow God.
During his time in that ancient land, he had communicated with it and learned that, over the eons, though it bore some of the Willow God’s imprints, they were fading.
For countless years, it had rarely awakened.
Thus, when Shi Hao escaped the Immortal Ancient Ruins, he hadn’t considered relying on its power—after their one conversation, it had fallen silent.
Yet now, it had come!
“Deceptive tricks! The Indestructible, Qi Daolin, and this broken willow—let’s see how you escape now!” the master of the Heavenly Kingdom sneered.
Shi Hao sighed, knowing this branch couldn’t fight for long.
Yet Qi Daolin and the Indestructible remained calm, undaunted, their battle spirits still blazing.
“Gentlemen, mercy is a virtue!”
At that moment, nine figures appeared—the Eight-Armed Soul Clan, the Beauty Clan, and other sect masters from the Immortal Ancient Ruins had arrived.
This confirmed Gu Jianyun and Ning Chuan’s words—the golden willow leaves were linked to these nine sect masters, who had summoned the fragmented willow.
“Hmph!” The Netherworld faction scoffed dismissively.
“Natives of Immortal Ancient, if you stay in your place, we can coexist peacefully. But if you interfere, you declare war on the three thousand provinces of the upper realm!” the Sword Valley Master declared.
“Step back now! Do you seek to oppose us?” the Temple’s powerhouse added coldly.
“Can you truly represent all three thousand provinces?” the Golden-Winged Roc challenged.
The Azure-Sky Roc spread its wings in agreement, standing with the Indestructible.
“Esteemed ones, the great calamity approaches, war looms. Let us cease hostilities,” a voice called from afar—a snow-white ancient tortoise.
Meanwhile, the sect masters of the Heaven Mending Sect and the Heaven Severing Sect appeared nearby, ready to weigh in.
With so many top overlords present, the situation grew ever more tangled—some sought peace, while others’ hostility only deepened.
“Hahaha… Nine sect masters and a broken branch think they can deceive us? Today, there must be an answer—this won’t end peacefully!” the Heavenly Kingdom’s master declared.
“Indeed! This all stems from Huang—he must answer for it!” the Netherworld Sovereign added, deathly mist swirling around him.
“The sinner’s bloodline must perish!” the Sword Valley Master stated bluntly.
Of course, many present also sought to kill Qi Daolin and the Indestructible.
At that moment, the Indestructible laughed—bold and unrestrained. “You think you can threaten me?!”
“Earlier, we feared nothing. Now, with these allies, what is there to fear?!” Qi Daolin roared.
*Boom!*
The Indestructible struck again, rejoining the fray.
His burden had lightened—with the Golden-Winged Roc, the Azure-Sky Roc, and the nine Immortal Ancient sect masters now on his side.
*Boom!*
Suddenly, heaven and earth split asunder, demons wailed, and gods mourned—as if the world itself was tearing apart.
Nearby, the bronze immortal palace trembled, radiating auspicious light as it shook violently.
All knew—the first-generation sovereign of the Immortal Palace had awakened, fully restored, returning to this world.
“Hmph, Indestructible, natives of Immortal Ancient—you all deserve suppression!”
A hoarse voice echoed from the palace, its words shaking the realm as the newly awakened being asserted its dominance.
Simultaneously, two cold, lightning-like gazes swept over Qi Daolin and Shi Hao. “The Dao Field of the Supreme Venerate shall vanish.”
“With the Immortal Palace’s master awakened, this is a grand occasion. We shall suppress the entire sinner’s bloodline!” the Sword Valley Master declared, advancing with his sword.
“You think we fear you? Come at us!” the Indestructible roared.
“Since I have awakened and returned to this world, I shall suppress all,” the ancient voice from the bronze palace intoned.
The palace trembled, hurtling forward to crush the Indestructible, Qi Daolin, and Shi Hao beneath it.
A golden willow tree surged forth to oppose the bronze palace.
“I’ll handle this!”
The Sword Valley Master and the Western Sect’s master attacked the willow simultaneously.
*Swoosh!*
Like a beam of ascendant light, a white-robed figure emerged from the depths of the uninhabited lands, treading the void. Around it floated three thousand luminous spheres—each a world, with ancient kingdoms and deities paying homage.
*Dong!*
It stretched out a hand, striking the bronze palace from afar and sending it flying.
At the same time, it beckoned, and the golden willow shrank into a branch in its grasp. With a flick, the Sword Valley Master screamed—his divine sword shattered, blood spraying as he was sent flying.
“Willow God!” Shi Hao cried out—this was no mere branch. The Willow God had returned!
*Swoosh!*
Golden tendrils lashed out like chains of order, striking toward the Western Sect’s master.
The Western Sect’s master’s thousand hands moved in unison, his dharma form awe-inspiring as he countered the golden branches.
*Thud!*
In an instant, some of his thousand hands were pierced and severed by the golden tendrils!
The scene stunned all.
The bronze palace trembled, charging forth once more, radiant light gushing.
*Dong!*
The white-robed figure struck again, sending the palace spinning away to crash into the earth.
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