“Who the hell are you?”0

“The Revival Tree God,” the man gave the same gentle answer. Then, as if remembering something, he added, “Let me reintroduce myself. I’m the one who’s been watching you for a long time. The one you’ve been searching for, but could never find.0

“I’ve been watching because your blood…is the same as mine. But you’ve been walking the wrong cultivation path.” 0

He shook his head, a bit sadly. Then he tapped his staff to the ground. And suddenly, where there had been barren wilderness, there now bloomed a massive, ancient garden, lush, verdant, and terrifyingly alive.0

Ping’an stood frozen, eyes wide. Because even the grass here radiated power far beyond his own. And there wasn’t just one blade of grass. There were thousands. Millions.0

A crushing despair settled over him, heavier than anything he’d ever felt. His self-confidence collapsed in an instant, from I just can’t beat my dad...4