"Ancestral land?" Shi Ziling and his wife received the news, their emotions fluctuated, and they were very grateful to the people of Stone Village; without their care, how could there be their eldest son now?
In the Central Heavenly Palace, the silhouette of the Willow Deity was hazy, standing at the center, with chaotic mist permeating around it. The three thousand realms floated and sank, and countless deities flickered in and out of sight, worshipping it.
Shi Ziling and his wife were shocked. What kind of scene was this?
Even Qin Hao, who always felt out of place and was unwilling to stay here, was struck dumb for a moment, opening his mouth but unable to speak.
Yue Chan, usually graceful and confident, detached from the mundane world, was also wide-eyed in surprise, her mouth agape with an expression of inconceivable shock.
