Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1219 - Chapter 1219 762

Chapter 1219: 762 Chapter 1219: 762 “`

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The Boundary Sea.

Desolate, boundless, solitary.

The Star Sea isn’t even one-tenth as desolate.

For ordinary beings,

reaching here, there’s no need to delve deeper.

Merely standing at the very edge, the overwhelming Lone Orphan would instantly surge like a tide, eroding the spirit, contaminating the mind.

Lacking strength, one couldn’t last the duration of a breath, and would fall to become Dark Beings.

At this moment.

Looking out.

There were terrifying hurricanes visible to the naked eye everywhere.

These frightening hurricanes were all interwoven by scattered Power of Laws, within the storm, Fragments of Rules danced like blades, slicing through the air, emitting piercing shrieks.

Every collision was accompanied by the distortion and collapse of space, as if to devour all beings, consuming all light and hope, instilling despair in hearts.

The furious winds howled, Thunder and Lightning intertwined, their might utterly shocking, as if an ancient and unimaginable Devil God had awoken and was roaring, shaking heaven and earth.

And within the heart of the black storm, there seemed to be countless invisible eyes spying on this world, their gazes cold and profound.

It was not imagination.

Those gazes truly existed.

Coming from Kings who had completely fallen, they had long since become “specters” of the Dark Force, jointly forming part of this Darkness Storm.

Above the Boundary Sea.

One could vaguely discern floating figures.

Not many in number, but each radiated an incredibly powerful aura, an endless majestic pressure, insignificant only when compared to the overwhelming Darkness Storm, like a flood over golden mountains, but outside, they certainly were beings that could dominate a realm.

Even now.

There were still some beings who had not retreated along the original path from the Boundary Sea.

Standing on the dike of the Land of Origin, they frequently looked towards the Darkness Storm.

First, because they had ventured too deep.

Second, and most importantly, they harbored the faintest hope, believing their power could sustain them.

As for the third reason.

Many believed that the opportunity to shatter the reign of the Emperor after King likely lay hidden within this unprecedented colossal storm.

However, even with such speculation, no one was foolhardy enough to plunge into the storm.

If it were fact, it might be different, but mere conjecture wasn’t worth risking one’s life on.

Those present weren’t at the ends of their lifespans, left with no other options, merely leaning on their formidable strength, absurdly hoping for a final gamble.

There were also those not shy of ambition but lacking in power, who were directly swept into the Boundary Sea by the aftereffects of the storm.

Though the Boundary Sea presented itself in the form of water, it was not truly an ocean, but rather an Ocean of Laws, formed from a multitude of shattered small worlds.

Only powerful Kings could gallop through the Boundary Sea.

Others, even True Immortals, should they fall in, would meet the same fate as “drowning”.

After a while,

all Kings still holding onto hope hesitated no more, turned around, and soared away along the path they came.

The power of this Darkness Storm exceeded everyone’s expectations, obscured and concealed everything — no chance of seeing anything, let alone the so-called peerless opportunity.

But just as this group of Kings had just turned and fled,

beneath them on the dike, suddenly, there came pounding sounds, like Bronze Drums.

Dull, forceful, unimaginable,

Everyone’s expressions turned suspicious, they halted in unison, questioning whether, as they imagined, an opportunity had emerged.

But almost immediately, looking at the storm not far away, everyone’s expressions drastically changed.

Vaguely, it seemed they saw a heart within.

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