In the imperial palace, the Willow Deity had assumed human form, and a radiant willow tree just one foot tall hung above its head, draping strands of chaotic mist to protect its body.
It was about to leave. Its eyes circled with radiance, revealing one divine pattern after another. They resembled both the past and the future, containing profound mysteries.
Shi Hao's heart trembled. What did this forebode? At this moment, the Willow Deity was detaching itself, its radiant smile dazzling, with eyes that seemed to reflect all of eternity.
"Willow Deity!" Shi Hao's voice trembled, knowing they were about to part. It was today, at this very moment, and his heart was filled with reluctance.
Clad in white, the Willow Deity, sublime as the True Immortal, step by step, walked out of the imperial palace, looking toward the high heavens. It was finally leaving the mundane world to embark on its own path.
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