Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1021 - Chapter 1021 Chapter 638 Who Has Come Through Again

Chapter 1021: Chapter 638: Who Has Come Through Again? Chapter 1021: Chapter 638: Who Has Come Through Again? Lord Willow God once said that only Huang alone could be considered a true contender of the mortal world.

Others, even including the prominent Tu Wa Zi, Gu Chen, and others in the village, weren’t quite the same.

Although they had achieved the status of Red Dust Immortals, they merely took a shortcut with the help of a supreme treasure.

Otherwise, the likelihood would have been extremely slim.

And this included him as well.

But there was nothing shameful about it.

To achieve the position of a Red Dust Immortal with a shortcut certainly meant one was much better than an ordinary True Immortal – a rank not even achievable in others’ dreams.

Even with that shortcut available, success wasn’t guaranteed; of the many who stepped through that door, only a few ultimately succeeded.

A shortcut still requires one to grasp the opportunity.

While the Red Dust Immortal shared the same origin as the True Immortal, they possessed power on par with a Quasi-Immortal King.

There was no comparison between the two, no need to even think about it.

For this reason, he felt that Huang must understand the true essence of the words “Red Dust”.

Here, in this ancestral land where his presence alone left many heroes of Liu Village breathless, he must have gained some enlightenment…

…

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight years rapidly passed by.

During these years.

He had visited many places in the Stone Kingdom.

Wherever Huang had left his mark, the shadow of the Broad Sword man was there.

With Broad Sword in hand, he sat under the swift currents and gazed from amidst the mountains, yearning for some enlightenment.

The eleventh year.

Though he still worked from sunrise to sunset, the Broad Sword man was no longer calm.

Because he found no instruction here, no feelings stirred in his heart; he grew increasingly irritable.

In these eleven years, he had tried everything to no avail.

Furthermore, the longer he stayed in the Lower Realm, the more he felt there wasn’t much fundamental difference from the Upper Realm.

Just a shortage of powerful beings, and a weaker concentration of Spiritual Energy in the air. However, with it being the Age of Doom, the end of a great Era and cycle, even the Upper Realm’s Spiritual Energy wasn’t much better, making the difference even less significant.

The Broad Sword man began to doubt.

To doubt whether he truly immersed himself in the mortal world. This was nothing like what he had imagined; it did nothing to refine the heart through worldly experience, and his confusion grew.

After much thought, he decided to leave this place.

His Realm had been sealed by an Adult; although he had power, his lifespan did not match it. Like an ordinary mortal, he started from zero, a hundred years at most, and he couldn’t afford to waste all his time in one place.

…

The village smoke rose sparsely, the sounds of chickens and dogs echoed.

In a small bamboo hut situated mid-mountain.

The Broad Sword man began packing his belongings.

Not much, just a few sets of clothes for regular change, plus some money and dried food.

Although it was unnecessary, he had become accustomed to living just like a mortal.

Bedding wasn’t necessary.

Using the sky as a blanket and the earth as a bed was enough; a cave would suffice, and going without food or drink bore no consequence.

“Big Brother Zhang, what are you doing?”

Just then, a crisp voice rang out from outside the courtyard, like the sound of a bell.

Following the pattering footsteps, a girl around twenty years old, her hair tied in a high ponytail, suddenly peeked her head out from behind the doorframe, staring at the Broad Sword man with puzzlement.

The breeze brushed the girl’s hair, as if even the wind had softened a touch for her.

As she watched the Broad Sword man’s actions, it seemed she thought of something, and the smile on her face froze instantly.

Without concern for the proprieties of interactions between men and women or for being cheeky, she pushed open the half-closed wooden door and stepped inside.

She wore a bright-colored long gown cinched at the waist, tall and with curves, her skin a healthy wheat color – not too dark, not too fair, but brimming with the vibrancy of youth as she stared intently at the Broad Sword man.

Her eyes were clear, as though reflecting the tranquility and beauty of the entire countryside, but at this moment, they were filled with alarm and disarray.

“Big Brother Zhang, why are you packing your belongings? You’re not… thinking of leaving here, are you?”

The ponytailed girl pursed her lips, her voice tinged with trepidation.

“Hmm, I’ve been here for quite some time, it’s time to leave…”

The Broad Sword man paused for a few seconds, then nodded solemnly.

As he spoke, he had finished packing all his belongings and casually slung them over his shoulder.

“But why…?”

At this, the girl’s eyes reddened, and the bamboo basket filled with fruit dropped to the ground unnoticed as she fixed her gaze on the Broad Sword man.

“You’re young, you don’t understand… The sky is vast and the earth is vast, home is everywhere, there’s not so much to question, I… just want to go out and see…”

The Broad Sword man turned around and gave the ponytailed girl a bitter smile.

To get closer to worldly life, just as he had done in the Lower Realm, he chose a small mountain village to become one of its members. He had spent over a decade integrating closely with the villagers, becoming fully a part of them.

As for the girl, she was the mortal he had casually rescued from the fangs of a fierce tiger years ago.

Now, the girl had fully grown up, yet she was caught in the vortex of her life-saving debt of love.

The Broad Sword man could see it.

This was his mistake.

But he could not simply witness a poor and innocent girl, one with her whole life ahead, being devoured alive by that ferocious tiger, her flesh ground to bits and swallowed.

Over the years, the girl’s innocence, kindness, and diligence gave the Broad Sword man a sense of warmth and familiarity.