Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1467 - 905

Chapter 1467: Chapter 905

The Ancient Ship glided silently, accompanied by deafening rumbles, emerging slowly through the vortex that reached Above the Upper Heaven.

As the colossal silhouette of the Ancient Ship gradually became clearer, in an instant, The Boundary Sea boiled like a pot of water. The invisible terrifying waves relentlessly struck the surrounding "dikes," surging as if it had been set ablaze.

The ripples that once echoed in circles had transformed into visible bubbling currents, intertwining with the fragmented small worlds that had degenerated into wavelets within the invisible Boundary Sea. Bubble after bubble exploded.

In the blink of an eye, shattered Rules, broken Tao rhythms, and the immature World Will scattered across the Boundary Sea like the reflection of the moon on water, only to dissolve rapidly thereafter.

Such a spectacle was unimaginable. Even to the Supreme Giants, it was profoundly shocking, akin to mortals witnessing their heavens and earth collapse inch by inch before their very eyes.

The suffocating atmosphere enveloped like dense fog, inducing despair.

However, the Ancient Ship itself emitted creaking sounds, strained and overwhelmed, as a daunting sense of Karma identified the unfamiliar aura aboard the ship, attempting to forcibly expel it.

"Buzz... Buzz..."

"Boom!"

A dazzling curtain of light suddenly flared on the Ancient Ship. Interwoven patterns imprinted themselves on the vessel’s hull, erupting with radiance. It formed an enigmatic and incomparably intricate Totem; the black pigment used for its depiction writhed insanely, as though coming alive, breaking free from the ship, swelling rapidly, and rippling outward in circles.

"Karma... is isolating us. This should be the destination."

From the somber, oppressive Ancient Ship, a voice suddenly rang out.

It carried no joy nor sorrow, devoid of any emotional fluctuation—cold and lifeless, as if uttered by a walking corpse.

Yet a maddening undertone inexplicably lurked beneath its surface.

The weak in strength might succumb to insanity merely from hearing this voice.

The moment this voice sounded, another equally emotionless voice followed, indistinguishable in tone but even gloomier and hoarser, tightening one’s eardrum:

"Whether Da Le can be found or not, this place will undoubtedly be sacrificed to our ancestor. The fate here has long been sealed. Struggle is but delay; the gears of destiny turn, promising decay and death. Those ignorant fools may resist us with all their might on this battlefield, but what significance does it hold? It’s nothing but ants trying to topple a cart, mayflies shaking a tree, forever ignorant of our clan’s sky-reaching ambitions."

These two voices, one after another, carried overwhelming oppressive force. Upon their utterance, the previously agitated Boundary Sea was immediately subdued.

The invisible sea returned to quietude, leaving only eternal ripples gently spreading outward.

"A familiar aura... Back then, the sinner who opposed us fled here and was eventually purified by our Holy Blood. Even so, they left behind certain Methods, trying in vain to resist the ’Holy Bloodline’s’ infiltration. They did not realize that on the Holy Blood Mountain, even the most resilient willpower is but a fleeting illusion."

At this moment, a third voice suddenly broke the silence.

"A fragment of a Primordial Spirit, still attempting futile resistance. ’Purification’ is its true path."

Then, a fourth voice emerged.

"Boom!"

It happened then.

A sudden streak of cold lightning tore through the silky-black veil, flashing in frantic arcs and flooding light onto the Ancient Ship.

Near the blood-stained deck, four imposing figures stood.

Two of them took the lead, stationed at the bow of the ship.

The other two followed behind, maintaining a respectful distance from the first pair, their heads bowed in deference.

Although these four figures appeared human at first glance, their towering bodies set them apart—the leading two stood hundreds of meters tall, while the latter two reached sixty meters in stature. Their presence was oppressive, resembling True Gods, radiating terrifying energy.

All four figures had their faces entirely shrouded in a black mist; even their eyes were obscured, rendering their features indiscernible. The black mist masked every trace of aura and breath.

Then.

Another streak of cold lightning descended, spreading like a spider web across the incomprehensible black veil, casting light upon the rear of the Ancient Ship.

Silhouettes crowded together.

Dense and overwhelming.

All of them clad in Heavy Armor, towering thousands of meters high, their muscular forms exuding explosive power. Yet their faces were lifeless, their eyes crimson, standing still like walking corpses. At first glance, they resembled the billions of ferocious warriors sweeping through the Alien Territory.

The only distinction was that these armored giants radiated an aura colder yet more potent, like towering mountains emanating oppressive dominance. Especially their crimson eyes, which could seemingly ensnare one’s soul.

"Crack..."

At that instant, a third streak of lightning descended, erupting midair and scattering into countless silver Fragments, transforming into fine streaks of lightning in an instant.

But as the brilliant light dissipated.

Above the Ancient Ship, a colossal eye emerged abruptly, crimson as blood, exuding scorching aura, like vast swathes of fiery red engulfing the surroundings, stunning the soul.

The immense red eye stared unblinkingly, its gaze fixed directly on the Ancient Ship progressing through the vortex channel, and the four figures leading on its bow.

Such a terrifying anomaly naturally disrupted the attention of the four figures aboard the Ancient Ship.

The leading two figures slowly raised their heads, meeting the gaze of the crimson eye.

"A remaining fragment... So this was extracted by that person, forcibly suppressed here. No wonder... this place still prolongs its futile existence..."