"How could this be?" the Bull Demon King muttered to himself, as all common sense and rules seemed to lose their effectiveness in front of this willow tree. Everything he had anticipated had failed, as if a mysterious power lingered around this eerie willow, making him feel that every thought was a mistake.
This power had already surpassed his understanding. Indeed, within the Three Realms, the Patriarch of the Nether River was not considered weak, yet faced with the eerie willow's phantom, he felt as though there was nowhere to exert his strength.
"Transcendence!" The word suddenly flashed through the mind of the Patriarch of the Nether River.
At that instant, his body began to shiver uncontrollably. Within the Three Realms, the only transcendent was the Ancestral Master. How had this willow come into being, and why did it possess the power of transcendence?
