It's a bit shocking, energetic and colorful.

In the mountains, small rivers converge together, forming a lake in that chaotic, misty place, which becomes increasingly sacred, solemn and solemn.

When you come here, you feel in awe and don't dare to make any noise or noise.

On the lakeside, there are some ancient temples, but they have collapsed and have long since fallen. You can vaguely see the dilapidated buildings with various carvings on them, and endless creatures worshiping a willow tree.

"This is one of Liu Shen's three thousand divine kingdoms!" Shi Hao's chest rose and fell violently.

When the breeze blew and the fog dispersed slightly, he saw a tree with roots on the opposite side of the large lake where the mist was rising.

It is full of green and has a light golden color, like jade inlaid with gold edges, emitting a soft light, making people feel peaceful at a glance.

"Liu Shen!" Shi Hao shouted in shock.

This is not a section of branches. It is clearly a giant tree, towering into the sky, its branches stretching out into the sky. You can see through the mist that it is taller than the mountains!

Behind, the gods of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan, the Ancient Demon Clan, and the Centaur Clan were trembling, and their hearts were filled with shock and excitement. After so many years, the branch that had been used to worship the spirit had actually revived, manifesting the Dharma!

You know, even they are no longer visible on weekdays. Even if you use the secret method to visit, you can only see a dry branch lying on the dilapidated ancient temple.

"You are the second person who can wake me up." The willow tree gave off a soft light and transmitted a message to Shi Hao.

"Willow God, who else is there?" Shi Hao's mood fluctuated violently as he looked at the willow tree.
Chapter completed!