Synopsis: Ancient locust trees shelter the gods, and emerald branches lead to immortal lands.
With one wisp of a remnant soul, how could I not long for eternal life?
Lin Yan was simply accompanying an archaeological team on a field survey when he accidentally triggered the formation’s core beneath an ancient locust tree. He transmigrates to a spiritual realm in the Age of Declining Dharma and becomes an old locust tree.
Every midsummer, this world is struck by crimson balefire rain that burns everything to ash. Only cultivators who hide inside spiritual realms can survive.
As an old locust tree rooted in the wilderness, a thousand miles from the nearest spiritual realm, Lin Yan feels his life as a locust tree is looking bleak.
Fortunately, a family of five hunters lives in the valley beside him: an old hunter and his four growing children, who scrape by on the game they hunt.
Not only do they worship him as a mountain god, they also want to make him their family’s guardian tree.
These old folks, children, and women are what you call a family?
What?
They even plan to gather morning dew to water him and find spirit herbs to nourish him?
Many years later, crimson flames fill the sky, setting half the heavens ablaze.
A mighty ancient locust tree rises from the ground, its lush branches spreading like clouds that hang from the heavens. Amid the crimson balefire rain, it opens up a cool spiritual realm.
Beneath the tree, an old man with white hair and a youthful face stands before a vast crowd of clanspeople, all bowing together.
“Today, the Lin clan, all twelve thousand seven hundred of us, are willing to die for our Ancestor Locust!”
“Die? Just watch me shield you from wind and rain!”
That day,
locust blossoms blanketed the long streets, clouds churned in every direction, and fifty thousand miles of land lay in cool shade!
