Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1042 - Chapter 1042 648 Chapter If Its Not Fresh Its Free_2

Chapter 1042: 648 Chapter: If It’s Not Fresh, It’s Free_2 Chapter 1042: 648 Chapter: If It’s Not Fresh, It’s Free_2 At this moment, the Immortal Elixir was devouring the essence of the sun from the air, as if parched and famished, preparing for its formal emergence.

It was foreseeable that, with the emergence of the Immortal Elixir, it would definitely cause a great uproar, and even a bloody storm.

Although the beings of the Lower Realm did not know what an Immortal Elixir was, they could sense that this plant was extraordinary and would certainly fight fiercely over it.

At the same time, once the Immortal Elixir emerged, it would surely create a sensation, manifesting unimaginable anomalies. By then, some Immortal Kings from the Immortal Domain would surely notice and vie for it.

After all, since ancient times, Immortal Elixirs had been rare and not something one could seek at will, and even for the mighty beings with heaven-reaching cultivation, such a plant was an irresistible temptation.

No matter the specific medicinal properties of the Immortal Elixir, there was no doubt that its life-saving effects were always the best.

An immortal on the brink of death could be pulled back from the edge of the cliff. As long as the Primordial Spirit was not extinguished, taking the Immortal Elixir could bring about a resurrection from death, and even Immortal Kings could use it to rejuvenate and nourish their Primordial Spirit Souls.

Most importantly, the Immortal Elixir also represented unimaginable opportunities.

If someone could seize the opportunity associated with the Immortal Elixir, they could reap many unimaginable benefits, enough to create an unparalleled prodigy out of thin air.

Just considering these merits, it could potentially cause countless beings to spill blood over the land.

Jiang Hui felt he was indeed kind.

By sending the Old Turtle under his own name, he would surely avoid a bloody storm, with heads rolling everywhere.

He believed those Immortal Kings would appreciate him.

At the very least, those fodder should be grateful to him.

It’s just that… the more treasures that emerge, the faster the approach of dark turmoil appears.

It was an omen.

Such treasures usually emerge under two circumstances.

One is during a Golden Age,

where the Great Taoist is stable, people live and work in peace and contentment, deeds are left unclaimed on the roads, the Ten Thousand Clans strive furiously, prodigies abound, unimaginable freaks appear, prodigies dominate the heavens, the Great Taoist contends, spiritual energy enriches the world, and everything is thriving.

The other situation is a dark age of chaos,

where blood and eternal war become the theme of everything, with corpses from the battles strewn all over the Universe, the earth collapses, the heavens overturn, and the Ten Thousand Clans completely fall silent.

At that time, these dormant spirit plants are forced to awaken and descend into the world on their own, waiting for the destined to unearth them and confront the oncoming darkness.

In a way, it can be considered as a kind of innate protective mechanism of heaven and earth.

However, to be precise, the current situation is actually between the first and the second scenario, neither of which fully applies.

If it is a time of chaos, after all, there are still Shi Hao, Ten Crown King, Banished Immortal, and Cao Yu Sheng, these native prodigies born.

Any one of them, even if placed in ancient times, would be a proud titan capable of standing alone and intimidating others.

But if it is said to be a Golden Age, that’s even less likely.

As long as there are never-ending battles, it can never be a Golden Age.

Moreover, Jiang Hui had a premonition that the impending darkest era might be even more dreadful than in the original work.

With some unpredictable changes added.

By then, perhaps not even an Emperor could control everything, unless truly transcending everything.

But how easy is that?

Through the ages, who could truly transcend everything? Even the Bizarre Ten Ancestors on that highland couldn’t achieve it, having to sacrifice over and over to that unknowable “Red-Haired Monster”.

But does the Red-Haired Monster transcend everything?

Honestly, Jiang Hui didn’t think so,

If it could transcend everything and be carefree, it wouldn’t suffer that unimaginable great illness, leading to the extinction of its vitality and grinding itself to ashes, buried on that outworldly highland.

Barely noticeable, Jiang Hui shook his head and withdrew his scattered thoughts.

He really was idle.

What use was there in thinking about all this?

He could have directly taken the Immortal Elixir, but that would have been a bit too much like babying.

Next to him, the Golden Light Figure moved its lips, seemingly wanting to speak. However, it ultimately chose to remain silent and said nothing.

It wanted to go with the Old Turtle, not for anything else but just to see which kind of daring Immortal Elixir had been born in the Lower Realm. Moreover, if it could emulate the other’s Great Taoist, that would be even better.

The Old Turtle did not dare to be careless. After receiving Jiang Hui’s orders, it immediately set off, preparing to rush to the Heavenly Domain of the Lower Realm.

As for why only it was sent alone, the Old Turtle naturally knew the reason.

The Immortal Elixir was different from ordinary mundane objects, born with a level of Spiritual Energy hard to imagine; it was not just any ordinary plant, nor was it like a Treasure medicinal plant, which was very intelligent.

Most importantly, the Immortal Elixir was extremely vigilant. At the slightest rustle of wind or grass, it would disappear in a flash, its speed comparable to that of a joyful rabbit.

Only a creature born with such nature, capable of closely bonding with Spirit Plants, could approach carefully and then, with a genuine and sincere heart, coax the Immortal Elixir to voluntarily follow at its side.

This was a skill that others couldn’t even force if they tried.

“By the way, sir, you haven’t told me how to get down there yet,” the Old Turtle had just turned around and run out not even a hundred thousand miles before suddenly dashing back.

Because it remembered a very important matter.

It was currently in the Heavenly Domain, wanting to reach the Lower Realm, yet there were the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths in between.

The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were currently covered by rolling black mist. With its old arms and legs, the moment it descended, it would be like a slowly boiled frog in scalding hot water, in unbearable pain.

Yet, how could it reach the Lower Realm without traversing the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths? It was fundamentally shallow in ability, incapable of transcending between realms.

Moreover,

It was a creature of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, not a creature from the Lower Realm. If it rashly went to the Lower Realm, the laws of the Lower Realm would surely identify it as an invader. It wouldn’t matter if it had only half-stepped into the Supreme State, even fully stepping in wouldn’t allow it to withstand such mighty world force!

“I have already guided you, just proceed as directed, and do not worry, the Lower Realm will not target you,” Jiang Hui said indifferently, seemingly having anticipated the Old Turtle’s sudden return. Otherwise, he would have already left this place.

His stature was majestic, his voice like Clear Wind. What was an almost unbearable task for the Old Turtle was but a few casual words to him.

The Golden Light Figure felt somewhat emotional, realizing it had still underestimated him. The heights it perceived appeared to be just the surface displayed by him, not truly his limit.

To think that it had cultivated through who knows how many great eras, even dividing its own body, emulating the Great Taoist from all things in the world, pursuing relentlessly and forsaking sleep, seemed in retrospect like mere busy work.

…

In Willow Sacred Land, within the vast Immortal King City, the hum of voices was boiling, lively and noisy.

With the news of Liu Village openly recruiting disciples fermenting day by day, this city, originally belonging to Ao Sheng, had truly become the focal point of the entire Immortal Domain.

There were not only those who came to try their luck at joining Liu Village, hoping to transform like a Carp Jumping Through the Dragon’s Gate; there were also managers from various Immortal Gates and others, all curious about the extraordinary Willow Sacred Land.

Where there are people, there can’t be avoidance of daily needs,

Especially during such a grand event as the selection in Liu Village, where beings from the Ten Thousand Clans gathered together, which was a focus point for considerations.

Particularly food and accommodation.

Those beings from the Ten Thousand Clans who registered for the selection in Liu Village had special treatment with designated accommodations provided.

While not luxurious, they at least had places to shield from the weather, not to mention provision of fresh Pure Blood Beast Meat for their three meals a day.

However, those who came to witness the grand event didn’t have such treatment.

Both eating and lodging had to be covered by themselves.

The ones with great power naturally didn’t worry about such issues; not to mention going without food or sleep for a while, even fasting for ten thousand years wasn’t a problem for them, having long transcended the need for common grains.

But there were some who were disciples and followers from various Immortal Gates, limited in cultivation and realm, unable to fast.

“Fresh lamb soup here, if it’s not fresh, it’s free…”

In front of a stall, the Taiyin Moon Rabbit was chopping meat with one hand while stirring the milk-white, boiling soup with a spoon in the other.

On the side,

The Witch stuck out her tongue, her face helpless.

Her thighs were long and full, elastic, and her chest was held high. Refined features as if meticulously sculpted made even the deliberate cover of a black veil insufficient to prevent the frequent glances of young talents.