Undying, unaging, for thousands of years, just another ordinary day. Nine Millennium, wrapped in golden robes…
Undying, unaging, for thousands of years, just another ordinary day.
Nine Millennium, wrapped in golden robes, strolls through Vigilance Garden, as always.
Don't be fooled by his size. His domain stretches as far as one hundred miles around this immortal tree. He worries about many things, every day.
After all, he was once patted by the Emperor himself. Naturally, he must also share in the Emperor's burdens.
Hey! Who do you think you are? You dare to pet me?