"Willow Deity, what kind of world is it?" Shi Hao wanted to know, he had always been searching for answers, where the Willow Deity was going and what it was going to do.
"The world I was familiar with no longer exists, the homeland I lived in has long been scorched, the people I knew have all died." The Willow Deity looked at the horizon, gazing at the vast mountains, feeling very desolate.
This was the first time it revealed such a temperament, different from usual, with twilight, nostalgia, and sorrow, it seemed to see one familiar figure after another struggling, eventually passing away.
"Willow Deity!" Shi Hao called, he saw those eyes in the misty haze, originally clear as water, but now deep as an abyss, immersed in a world of grief.
In the distance, the Undying Being and Qi Daolin waited, unaware of the situation here.
The Willow Deity stood on the mountain, letting out a faint sigh.
