Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1014 - Chapter 1014 Chapter 634 Parting Ways We May Never Meet

Chapter 1014: Chapter 634: Parting Ways, We May Never Meet Again_2 Chapter 1014: Chapter 634: Parting Ways, We May Never Meet Again_2 And the once stable structure had become shaky and was on the verge of collapse at any moment.

Sighing, Jiang Hui forcefully restrained the urge to kill Emperor Cang, stepped over the temple threshold, and completely entered.

The space inside the temple was not very large; one could grasp its size at a glance, but it still conveyed a sense of vastness and grandeur, indicating its precious status in bygone days.

In the center stood a golden statue over ten meters tall, but it was dirty and dilapidated, its original appearance no longer discernible.

Beside the golden statue.

Sat a figure of matchless grace, resembling a fairy from the lunar palace misplaced in the mortal realm.

With her green garments fluttering, the woman’s eyes were tightly closed, and her brows slightly furrowed, adding a touch of melancholy but failing to conceal her extraordinary elegance and unparalleled beauty.

Such elegance.

It was indeed no one else but Willow God.

It must be said that this woman was indeed stunning, radiant like summer flowers, making it hard to shift one’s gaze away.

Even though her white dress was stained with blood and her black hair was disheveled, the past brilliance now veiled by shadows, the eyes that resembled autumn waters still revealed deep resilience and defiance.

This beauty was not only due to her peerless elegance but also her indomitable spirit; even when injured, she still stood proudly.

It seemed she sensed someone approaching.

The woman’s previously closed eyes slowly opened.

Jiang Hui was not surprised.

For as he entered this dilapidated temple, he had released his presence, though confined only to the temple.

Upon clearly seeing the figure before him.

Willow God’s expression was neither surprised, nor was it indifferent.

Those misty eyes, inwardly gleaming, slightly contracted, eventually sighing deeply:

“Fellow Daoist… you shouldn’t have come here.”

After many years, the woman’s voice had grown deeper.

“Indeed, I shouldn’t be here, but now that I am…”

Jiang Hui shrugged his shoulders, noncommittally said.

If it weren’t for gaining full access to the dike, he certainly wouldn’t have come.

“Having come… it might be difficult to leave again…”

“In this vast world, no matter where, I have always believed I could go wherever I wished.”

“You think you can go wherever you wish?”

Willow God softly smiled, not in mockery but simply expressing a sentiment, “Fellow Daoist, blessed by fortune, you’ve made it here, probably without encountering those who sit high upon the imperial throne, unaware of their terror and strength.

But I know, for they are the source of all turmoil, beyond worldly imagination. Although I have come to understand everything from beginning to end… alas, I am powerless to change it.

Although I do not know why you have come here, please heed one true word of advice from me; leave now, the sooner, the better!”

Willow God’s gaze was bright, her pace of speech as always; even when discussing urgent matters, her words came out smoother.

“What about you?” Jiang Hui didn’t answer her question, as he had something else to ask her.

“Are you concerned about me?”

“?”

“My injuries are too severe, and I can no longer leave this place. Moreover, if I were to leave, the other party would instantly know and come after me.”

Willow God pursed her lips, seemingly realizing something, quickly shook her head, and urged Jiang Hui to leave at the same time.

Although she did not want to admit it, she was worried about this man getting hurt.

“I will leave, of course, but before I do, there’s something I want to ask you.” Jiang Hui frowned, his expression slightly strange.

For some reason, he always felt that this woman’s gaze was too peculiar.

How should he put it?

It was like a hopelessly romantic, heartfelt woman looking at a cold-hearted and unfaithful man.

Even the tone of her voice contained a hint of subtle blame.

“Please, go ahead.”

“Recently, Fellow Daoist, did you contact… my spouse…”

“Your spouse?” Willow God’s expression froze, then she nodded directly, her tone turning somewhat colder. “Indeed, but it wasn’t initiated by me.”

The undertone of resentment deepened.

“What do you mean?” Jiang Hui was puzzled.

“I don’t know exactly, but at the critical moment between life and death, somehow a connection from my divine sea spread out… and then, it reached… your spouse!”

“Then, Fellow Daoist, did you pass on some words through that connection?”

“No, that connection was not within my control; it must have been just some static noise!”

“Was it really just static noise?”

Jiang Hui was taken aback, a bitter smile flashing across his face, somewhat at a loss for words.

Recently, he had been analyzing that segment of static noise for several days, even coming to believe he had made some discoveries, guessing the static was due to the original content being forcibly erased by some force.

Now, hearing the owner explain it, it seemed he had thought too much.

“I apologize for the disturbance.” Jiang Hui no longer lingered, turning around, preparing to leave.

As for the woman… staying here should pose no problem.

After all, nothing untoward happened in the original story; it shouldn’t be that his presence alone could lead to any mishap.

Insignificant extras might be affected, but the Willow God’s stature was not light.

Next to the gold statue, seeing Jiang Hui suddenly become resolute, intending to leave, the woman was caught off guard, unable to react.

What, had he come here just to ask this question?

Once asked, he was ready to walk away without any hesitation.

Was he afraid of disturbing the person who looked exactly like her?

But she was the real owner here.

“Fellow Daoist, you’re leaving just like this?” Just as Jiang Hui’s left foot stepped out of the temple threshold, the Willow God suddenly spoke instinctively.

Even he didn’t react immediately

“Ah?”

What did that mean? Wasn’t it you who just told me to hurry up and leave?

Jiang Hui was completely baffled. “Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by that?”

“…” The woman pursed her lips as if she had a lot to say, but eventually, she swallowed all her words, sighed deeply, and with a voice of resentment, gently shook her head, a soft voice flowing like babbling water, “It means nothing, if you’re in a hurry, you should leave… don’t delay.”

Jiang Hui scratched his head, growing even more confused.

Was this woman also infected by that mad old man, acting all incoherently?

Why was she asking him to leave one moment and seeming resentful the next?

It was difficult to understand.

Having discovered the information he desired, Jiang Hui naturally did not want to linger here any longer.

The reason was simple: it was too awkward.

No matter what,

The woman before him and the woman from Liu Village, whether in appearance, physique, or even the slightest details, were exactly the same. Apart from their temperaments, they could almost be considered the same person, more similar than even twins.

Looking at the real owner, Jiang Hui couldn’t help but think of his activities with her doppelganger on the bed.

He had been restrained lately, but initially, it could well be described as wild, being a practitioner with vibrant energy like a roaring volcano.

Remembering those times, he felt like a thief.

“May the mountains stay steadfast, and the rivers continue to flow; we shall meet again!” Jiang Hui bowed.

“This is the first time I heard such words, isn’t it more like, ‘With this farewell, there’s no knowing the day of reunion, hard to leave, hard to part, we may never meet again’?”

The Willow God slightly lifted her head, her eyes fixed on Jiang Hui, this time unwilling to look away even a fraction.

Her face was pale and delicate, like flawless snow, with a faint rosy tint from her injuries, high-bridged nose, and plump lips, like a richly poetic traditional ink painting.

Yet the melancholy and sorrow within her eyes spoke volumes.

She considered herself peerless in beauty and prowess, destined to lead a legendary life no matter the era.

But now, understanding the root cause of the turmoil, she couldn’t help but feel a bit of despair.

Indeed, in this world, who could contend with an Emperor?

Even though she was unbeatable as an Immortal King, effortlessly slaying ordinary Immortal Kings like slaughtering dogs and chickens, facing an Emperor, she couldn’t withstand a single glance, breaking instantly.

She didn’t even have a chance to retaliate.

The Great Emperor seated on the imperial throne merely spoke true words, and she became as she was.

The only reason she had managed to survive was her cultivation method, which included being struck by lightning to restart, along with a protective shroud of the Nameless Flame around her sea of consciousness.

If not for that, she would have died on the spot.

But this was already the limit.

The one seated on the imperial throne, who had existed through countless eras, had noticed her extraordinary nature, and would not let her leave this place alive.

This farewell might well mean they would never meet again.

For some reason, she felt a faint sadness, a sentiment she hadn’t experienced in many long years.