A long time had passed.
Night had fallen.
An Ran, carrying Luo Xiu, left the underground chamber and returned to the surface.
Even with her steadfast Dao Heart, the sight of the surreal landscape before her made An Ran pause in awe.
Under the cover of night, the entire Immortal Grass Forest was aglow. Its rich life force had condensed into a mist that wafted and spread to every corner. Numerous green plants twisted and danced in the luminous fog, while brightly colored birds with ribbon-like tail feathers threaded through the air…
Unfortunately, Luo Xiu had fallen into a deep sleep and could not appreciate this fantastical beauty.
An Ran slowly turned, her eyes gradually moistening as she gazed at the ancient tree, now lush with branches and leaves, its life patterns vibrant and full of energy. It was as if a terminally ill, dying old man had suddenly been returned to his youth, hale and hearty once more.
