Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1024 - Chapter 1024 639

Chapter 1024: 639 Chapter 1024: 639 “I have a task for you,”

Jiang Hui said, slightly grasping his chin and then slowly spoke.

The Ten Crown King did not respond, remaining motionless, like a stone sculpture, waiting for Jiang Hui to give specific instructions.

“I need you to head to the Alien Territory and challenge all Foreign Domain Life Forms within the range from True Immortal to Quasi-Immortal King.”

“I will heed Lord Liu’s command!”

Logically speaking, the Alien Territory and the Immortal Domain were not adjacent and were far apart.

Not to mention the Boundary Wall that hindered passage between the two, both of which were major realms–not comparable to the scope of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Even those in the King’s Domain would find it hard to cross easily.

The Ten Crown King also had some doubts.

He did not understand why he had to challenge opponents beneath the Everlasting King of Different Domain.

Although his mind was filled with questions, he did not voice a single one from start to finish.

It was simple.

First, if Lord Willow God asked him to go to the Alien Territory, then he would naturally be able to get there.

Second, since Lord Willow God asked him to challenge beings beneath the Everlasting King of Different Domain, it meant that the Everlasting King would only watch and not dare to make a move, ensuring there would be no threat to his life.

“Step through this door, and you shall reach the Alien Territory.”

No sooner had the thought settled in the Ten Crown King’s mind than a thunderous roar suddenly erupted.

A massive Stone Gate abruptly rose from the ground.

The Stone Gate stood towering, slightly ajar, revealing a crack, behind which surged a torrential gust of wind, roaring fiercely.

Simultaneously, an overwhelming aura rushed towards them.

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Alien Territory.

Black mist rolled, enveloping the upper skies of this great domain like haunting spirits, shrouding everything around in a veil of mysterious and eerie power, as if some unspeakable force was stealthily lingering within.

In the distance, mountain ranges undulated, their shapes varied–sharp and steep yet smooth and extending.

Unlike the Burial Area.

Although both were due to the influence of the Origin Ancient Device.

But if it were not for the Heaven Covering fog that shrouded the skies, the mystery here would undoubtedly not be less than that of the Immortal Domain.

Looking around, there were plenty of cultivation Holy Lands and treasure plants, without a hint of gloom or dampness.

Additionally, because of the Origin Ancient Device, even though the formation time of the Alien Territory was much less than that of the Immortal Domain, its foundations were probably only a bit lesser.

This place was vast.

Even the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were divided into nine heavens and ten lands, let alone the even more expansive Alien Territory.

At that moment.

At the edge of the horizon, a majestic palace, towering like the Stars’ Fight, spanned across a fiery red land covered in rolling magma.

Inside the palace.

Dark miasma flowed, like cold poisonous snakes winding around, terrible pressure concentrated here, where even True Immortals would feel a suffocating terror upon arrival!

At the very top of the palace.

Several towering figures sat aloft.

Too tall.

They rose like great peaks from the ground, each pore radiating dazzling light, like waterfalls cascading down, each breath scorchingly hot, like rolling magma, engulfing the entire grand palace.

Their bodies were blurry, shrouded by Chaos mist, but merely the faint aura they released was like looking up at the starry sky.

“Damn, feels good to be this relaxed; it’s been a long time since I felt this comfort. That madman hasn’t shown up for so long, he might’ve fallen halfway. From now on, we won’t have to be on edge like this!”

An Lan inhaled deeply, his gaze piercing through the palace towards a continuous plain, his tone containing a thick relief he himself could hardly notice.

That place was originally a vast mountainous area, but later, that madman transformed it into a battleground and then, using incomprehensible power, isolated the plain in a separate void.

Therefore, even though it could be seen, stepping into it would instantly transport one into another vast space.

“What are you thinking about? Even Lord Kundi couldn’t last three moves under his hands; who in the world could kill that madman?”

King of Pu Demon’s eyes deepened, his voice resonating like a bell throughout the palace, interrupting An Lan’s thoughts.

People had forcibly interrupted his monologue before he could fully express himself, causing a momentary difficulty in Jiang Hui’s expression, yet it lasted no more than three seconds before normalcy returned.

Despite everyone being Immortal Kings, King of Pu Demon’s strength was far superior to his own.

The opponent’s true body had rooted in the dome of the blue sky, and it had been ranked among the giants for tens of millions of years already, only becoming more profound and unpredictable with time.

He is a true giant.

He is a false giant, merely at the peak.

In a place enveloped by the mists of Chaos where nothing could be seen, King of Pu Demon’s expression was stern to the extreme. Although he was among the top three in the entirety of the Alien Territory, the depth of his eyes revealed a melancholy so dense it could not be dissolved.

Despite the fact that madman had not appeared for nearly one hundred thousand years, they still only dared to indulge in idle chatter behind closed doors.

To this day, the opponent still hung over their heads like a blade that effortlessly penetrates and reaps hearts, making them unable to sleep soundly.

Who knew when the opponent might tire of toying with them and simply decide to sever heads…

Just thinking about it felt incredibly surreal and chilled them to the core.

That self-proclaimed Master of Liu Village was simply too powerful, surpassing all the Immortal Kings’ imaginations.

These were not just any Immortal Kings; some had already reached the pinnacle of the Realm of Fairy King and were on the verge of breaking through to Emperor’s Creation.

Yet even so, they were still toyed with like little chicks by the opponent.

Apart from being utterly astonished, there was also a profound sense of terror. How many years had it been since they had felt this way!

They urgently wanted to convey this matter to the Ancient Ancestor who had bestowed supreme opportunities upon the Alien Territory.

However, up until now, they had communicated countless times and still, there had been no reply, as if everything had sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Previously, they could still get some responses, but now, they felt mysteriously abandoned.

But fortunately, as An Lan had said, that madman had not appeared for a long time.

This was good news.

The longer the time, even if that madman hadn’t encountered trouble, he might genuinely forget about them.

“King Pu, did Lord Kundi mention when he would leave seclusion?”

Yu Tuo looked around and suddenly asked King of Pu Demon in a humble manner.

He and An Lan were of the same generation; An Lan was known as the ancestor of the Imperial Clan, and so was he, but King of Pu Demon was senior to him in both experience and strength.

“I don’t know, when King Kun will leave seclusion is not for us to dictate, just as he had once hidden within the Refining Immortal Pot.”

King of Pu Demon shook his head; not even he knew, let alone Lord Kundi’s direct disciple, Er Wu Shuang.

“Boom, boom, boom!”

“Boom, boom, boom!”

Yet, at that moment, a sudden change occurred.

Just as King of Pu Demon’s voice had fallen.

A series of urgent drum beats suddenly wafted from afar, rolling in like thunder enveloped by a fierce storm.

“This…”

Listento that grating drum sound, the hearts of several Immortal Kings present suddenly skipped.

Though it wouldn’t damage their essence, it was bound to cause severe injuries that would require thousands of years to heal.

“He… how could he come again!”

An Lan extended his neck, veins bulging on his face, his huge body trembled, but then he snorted coldly and ripped off the black robe on his body, exposing his upper body.

His spine bulged, his muscle lines protruding, as though they were cast from refined steel and iron.

But this was not all.

At the same time, he reached out for the void.

A sharply pointed, rugged peak, as if thousands of swords were thrust upon it, was forcibly grabbed from somewhere by him and placed directly behind his back.

“What does this mean?”

Watching his brother perform this fluid series of actions, Yu Tuo was stunned, unable to comprehend for a moment.

“There’s an old saying among mortals that goes ‘carrying a stick of thorns to beg forgiveness’!” An Lan spoke expressionlessly and honestly, “I don’t want to be beaten anymore; that madman is a fierce and malevolent old cat, although he toys with us, his moves are extremely harsh. It’s too humiliating to be beaten up in front of our clansmen!”

His voice was heavy, thunderous, reverberating in the grand hall, filled with indignation and helplessness.

Yu Tuo looked even more bewildered.

Being beaten up was humiliating, but this… wasn’t this even more embarrassing? Maybe his good brother had been scared silly.