Giant Stone City Ruins.
A courtyard.
The Withered Wood Elder lay on a rattan chair.
His body flickered and wavered like a holographic projection with a bad signal, giving off a sense of instability.
A deep, gray-green Spiritual Qi could be clearly seen flowing from his body like a cloud of mist, dissipating and drifting in all directions.
This was his very essence.
As the land spirit of the divine kingdom, his very existence was shaken by the kingdom's collapse.
But the Withered Wood Elder was not worried. A comfortable smile bloomed on his old, wrinkled face.
"Finally…"
"Freedom at last!"
The Withered Wood Elder said excitedly. As the gray-green Spiritual Qi flowed out, a great deal of filthy, black-and-red sin was also being drawn from his body, like silk being pulled from a cocoon.
This was the sin he had accumulated over thousands of years as the 'God of Mist Forest,' defying the will of the world!
