Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1262 - Chapter 1262 Chapter 793 The Battle on The Boundary Sea

Chapter 1262: Chapter 793: The Battle on The Boundary Sea Chapter 1262: Chapter 793: The Battle on The Boundary Sea “`

“Roar~”

With Jiang Hui’s command,

the Tyrant Knife in his hand suddenly became like a runaway wild horse, first drawing a cold and deep arc in mid-air.

Then,

it transformed into a silver mad dragon, roaring as it charged into the pile of Divine Weapons scattered on the ground.

Its speed was so fast, it was like lightning.

Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind long, narrow fissures in space that quickly healed.

Because it was too sharp, the fissures healed before they could even fully form.

“Crack! Crack!”

Accompanied by a series of crisp metallic collisions, those weapons and armor, forged from Immortal Gold and other rare metals, were as fragile as paper under the edge of the Tyrant Knife.

All were effortlessly devoured and assimilated into itself.

Meanwhile, the body of the Tyrant Knife expanded gradually during the absorption process, its silver light becoming even more dazzling, its aura heart-palpitating.

After devouring for a good while, the pile of Divine Weapon armor that originally resembled a small mountain was close to depleted, yet the Tyrant Knife seemed unsatisfied, floating above the remaining armors, like a greedy king surveying his domain, selecting the finest “food” one by one.

The remaining weapons and armor trembled, emitting buzzing sounds, the Divine Weapons had spirits, but they were not afraid, instead, they were excited, thrilled to sacrifice themselves to their king.

When the last piece of armor was devoured, the Tyrant Knife suddenly trembled, emitting a clear ringing sound, only then did it come to a satisfied stop.

Looking over,

the already thin-as-a-cicada’s-wing Tyrant Knife was even more transparent, nearly turning into a mass of clear radiance,

its cold light pulsing from the blade’s edge, enveloping who knows how many tens of thousands of miles, a sense of solemn killing intent.

Jiang Hui nodded silently.

Then he moved his mind, directly withdrawing the Tyrant Knife and storing it within his five internal organs.

After all was done, Jiang Hui suddenly looked up toward the Boundary Sea that was now within reach.

The Boundary Sea was boundless, like another unimaginable great world tipping towards the Immortal Domain; for those within the Immortal Path Field, it was within reach.

Of course, those within the Human Path Domain could not see the Boundary Sea, they could only hear the terrifying sound of the surging waves.

At this moment,

deep within the Boundary Sea, an unprecedented collision was occurring, filled with thunderous booms everywhere.

Emperor Realm pressure was rampant, utterly upheaving seas and rivers.

Jiang Hui’s gaze pierced through the barrier of the Immortal Domain, unbeknownst to everyone, falling on the center of the battle.

However, upon seeing that peerless figure in green, Jiang Hui was slightly taken aback; the Willow God had already stepped into the Quasi-Emperor Realm, and it seemed she had a not insignificant foundation, having just entered this realm, yet was able to battle fiercely against two Dark Quasi-Emperors.

Inside the Boundary Sea.

The Willow God’s figure was lithe and graceful, as if traversing through the ages of time and space, every step upon the pulse of the years, leaving behind a series of brilliant star trails.

Her black hair fluttered light, shining brightly against the raging Emperor’s Might, like an Empress from the Nine Heavens descending to the mortal world, inviolable.

“If your Tao is the Great Tao of the world, then wouldn’t it be better for All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds to be filled with dead silence right from the start?! Why then give birth to beings of the Ten Thousand Races?”

The Willow God’s voice was clear and resolute, like a lotus blossoming from eternal ice.

“If those mistaken ants are not born, how would we know the true pioneers who will walk forth on the Great Taoist path?

Your obstinacy is astounding. You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. This Emperor kindly wished to guide you onto the right path, yet you have fallen into the Abyss for so long, strayed into an evil way, wasting so much of our breath. You deserve death, to be sacrificed along with the others!”

Beneath Emperor Cang, the river of time flowed endlessly, across limitless space, he spoke with a cold voice.

He was clad in a purple robe fluttering all around him, with a purple aura that coalesced into unimaginable giant purple suns hanging on either side, his Emperor Radiance more brilliant than ever before.

“Our cultivation is ultimately for the protection of this world, to ensure peace for All Spirits.

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“You all take slaughter as your path, viewing life as worthless, how can you understand what the true Great Taoist way is?”

“You’re the ones who should be killed!”

Willow God’s expression was cold and detached as he stepped forward.

Around him revolved the Three Thousand God Nations, gleaming brilliantly and emitting a dazzling divine radiance, isolating the vast expanse of purple qi,

aiming to suppress the two Dark Quasi-Emperors before him and put an end to the root cause of the turmoil plaguing all heavens and myriads of worlds.

“Hmph.”

Emperor Cang and Emperor Hong coldly snorted, their expressions becoming grave; they no longer took their opponent lightly.

Although they had not yet clashed, the towering aura of their adversary had already put them on guard.

To reach the Emperor Realm, one must be of the utmost heavenly appearance, having fought countless battles, never making the novice mistake of underestimating others–a mistake that would prevent anyone from surviving to the present.

Emperor Cang’s form flickered, transforming into a vast expanse of Sword Qi that shot straight into the clouds, the Sword Intent keen, as if it could sever all bonds in the world;

Emperor Hong, on the other hand, formed Sealing Techniques with his hands, surrounded by endless Primordial Qi, the chaotic power that existed before the universe began, capable of devouring everything and returning it to the void.

“A mere newly ascended Quasi-Celestial Emperor dares to speak of protection?”

Emperor Hong laughed coldly, his aura torrential and overwhelming, morphing into a gigantic palm pressing down on Willow God with an unstoppable force, enough to make stars tremble and twist time and space.

At the same time, the vast sword light also slashed towards Willow God, seemingly ready to split open the heavens and the earth anew.

As the two great Dark Quasi-Emperors made their moves together, the universe itself trembled, as if it would explode at any moment.

Willow God was exceptional, peerless, as willow branches reached out from the void, turning into chains of Divine Order Chain that resembled jade, lush and dripping with vitality, pressing down towards Emperor Cang and Emperor Hong.

Jiang Hui did not watch for too long. In his eyes, it would be difficult for the three of them to determine a winner in a short period of time.

Willow God was indeed extraordinary, able to contend and spar, even as a newcomer to this realm–even against two great Dark Quasi-Celestial Emperors.

Reining in his thoughts, Jiang Hui’s gaze pierced through the layers of knife light and fell upon the rising sun in the distance.

Ten massive furnaces hung high in the sky, and as soon as they emerged, they brought rolling waves of heat, releasing a glow that covered ten thousand miles, while on the other side of the Immortal Domain, there were icy lands and cold winds sweeping across the earth.

Like the mortal world, the Immortal Domain also has four seasons within a year, except they do not appear in turn but all at once in different parts of the Immortal Domain.

Every hundred years, they change.

Right now, the Holy Land is suffering through the height of summer.

As for the village, it naturally remains spring-like throughout the year.

Looking at those ten colossal suns, Jiang Hui suddenly remembered that in the easternmost region of the Immortal Domain, there is a vast expanse of towering peaks, reaching into the clouds, home to the Golden Crow Tribe, second only to the Ten Evil.

Legend has it that when a mighty member of the Golden Crow Tribe falls, they transform into a sun.

But…

Wouldn’t ten blazing suns seem a little too much?

Every hundred years, they change.

Right now, the Holy Land is suffering through the height of summer.

As for the village, it naturally remains spring-like throughout the year.

Looking at those ten colossal suns, Jiang Hui suddenly remembered that in the easternmost region of the Immortal Domain, there is a vast expanse of towering peaks, reaching into the clouds, home to the Golden Crow Tribe, second only to the Ten Evil.

Legend has it that when a mighty member of the Golden Crow Tribe falls, they transform into a sun.

But…

Wouldn’t ten blazing suns seem a little too much?

But…

Wouldn’t ten blazing suns seem a little too much?