Within the indescribable mist, countless roots breaking the ground surged and boiled like living tentacles, engulfing a dozen miles around with their massive branches and willow limbs.
This sudden incident took everyone present by surprise.
Why had the ghost willow suddenly appeared above ground?
Why was Xu Yuan sitting atop that ghost willow?
Now, was it the ghost willow within him, or was he still himself?
If it was the former, why was Tian Ye, bound by the same life shackles, still intact?
If it was the latter, how did Primordial resist possession by the Saint Level Ghost?
But soon,
the man in white robes sitting on top of the ancient willow began to move.
He slowly propped himself up from his knees and stood, looking down from on high at the three people below and the golden runes nearly enveloping Tianyan.
Where his gaze fell,
the willow leaves stirred, gradually adding the fall of luminescent cherry blossoms, casting a striking beauty to the eerie and somber mists.
