“Chief, it’s bad; our people are injured! Hurry, take them to the Divine Tree!”

“Chief, it’s bad; our people are on the brink of death, about to perish! Quick, to the Divine Tree!”

“Chief, it’s bad; our people have just passed away! Quickly, to the Divine Tree, and do not let the body grow cold on the way!”

Reincarnated as a frail locust tree, Ji Yang merely wished to bask in the sun each day, gaze upon the moon, and live a leisurely life.

Yet, years later, as Ji Yang looked down upon all beings, he suddenly realized that this world lay upon his roots and within his shade.

And that initial small clan, unbeknownst to him, had its name resound through the heavens!