Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1468 - 905_2

Chapter 1468: Chapter 905_2

A raspy, piercing voice echoed, though the words conveyed intense dissatisfaction, they sounded neither sorrowful nor joyful, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

The pair of crimson, flame-like eyes did not linger long. In the next moment, the dazzling wildfire in the sky extinguished, and the crimson eyes softly closed. The area once again returned to its original desolate and shadowed gloom.

...

The Boundary Sea consists of layered dimensions, far beyond what the naked eye perceives on the surface.

To mortals, a mountain is always a mountain, but at times, a mountain may well be a giant slumbering beneath a facade. Only by attaining certain strength can one glimpse the deeper essence of all existence.

Crossing past the invisible ripple of waves.

Surpassing even the Ultimate Ancient Land.

Ahead lies a solitary stone cave.

Dim and profound.

The entrance, eroded by countless ages, appears jagged and uneven, resembling the maw of a colossal beast, devouring every fragment of light daring to probe its innermost secrets.

Stepping inside, the surroundings were immediately enveloped by a heavy layer of darkness, where chaos and the unknown pervaded. Only by maintaining one’s inner resolve, unswerved, could one reach the depths of this stone cave.

Yet, it was unlike imagination.

The cave’s depths revealed a cramped, confined space, even smaller than the passageway leading to it, unusually bare and stark.

In its hollow center lay a solitary stone chair.

Beyond this, emptiness reigned. The cold stone walls emitted an eerie blackness, shrouded in a sticky, palpable mist.

The scene was as barren as could be.

Upon the stone chair sat a towering figure.

Head hung low, coarse, disheveled hair draped over its shoulders, obscuring the face. Yet through strands of knotted hair, two clusters of scarlet glimmers hinted that should this individual raise its head, it would appear godlike or demonic.

Suddenly, the man’s body twitched faintly.

A metallic clatter resounded—a sound of iron chains.

Moments later, the man slowly raised his head, his crimson eyes in the dim stone cave burning like twin flames, brimming with ageless sorrow and fury.

His visage concealed beneath the tangled hair, yet the aura radiating from his being—an innate dominance and dignity—was impossible to ignore.

"Kill... kill... kill..."

"Kill... kill... kill..."

The man muttered hoarsely, his voice rasped as if long unused, brimming with unimaginable savagery—less spoken words than primal beastly roars.

As these guttural utterances escaped, he suddenly erupted upward, struggling violently like a caged beast desperate for freedom from the stone chair.

But at that moment, the dense black mist clinging to the stone walls writhed chaotically, and the chair began to radiate a glow. Bound to him were the Divine Order Chains, appearing as iron chains.

Each link of the chains seemed to bear untold weight, embedded deep within the stone walls, their opposite ends tightly shackled around the towering figure’s ankles. Each agonized struggle elicited grating metallic screeches, holding the figure firmly in place.

Beneath his garments, his muscles tensed, akin to a hibernating beast on the cusp of breaking free, but the runes adorning the chains ignited with an eerie blue light, forming invisible restraints to suppress his immense strength.

The man let out a deep roar, reverberating throughout the empty cave—a sound filled with unwillingness and rage, yet incapable of breaking his chains.

Gradually,

The scarlet glint in his eyes dimmed.

He ceased his struggles, his head bowed once more, hoarsely uttering a coherent sentence:

"So... it is finally coming..."

...

Liu Village,

The emergence of the Ten Crown King’s rise to Quasi-Immortal Emperor had not been concealed.

Such fortune had no need for secrecy; it called for grand celebration and accolades.

Another Quasi-Immortal Emperor had been born, and the entire Liu Village rejoiced in exuberant festivity.

In one corner.

The seller of counterfeit medicine, the chicken breeder, and the butcher stood frozen as if time had stopped, exchanging startled, disbelieving glances among themselves.

Their hearts stilled as though suspended upon hearing the news.

Unthinkable.

In such a short span, the village had birthed yet another emperor, another rising star among the younger generation.

This... this...

Shock coursed through them, with a silent, unspeakable bitterness unfurling in their hearts like the shedding of the last autumn leaf, drifting slowly with a melancholy air of desolation. It spoke of profound self-reflection, a gnawing helplessness upon failing to reach the shores of their dreams after relentless pursuit.

Ancient and unrivaled Supreme Giants of the cosmos, they had long stood as the pinnacle amongst Immortal Kings, wielding immeasurable strength and authority. Yet, to attain the ultimate Immortal Emperor realm, they still harbored boundless longing and ambition. For this dream, they braved the perilous Boundary Sea, fought against endless darkness and mystery, teetering on the brink of degeneration—all for the faint hope of grasping the Emperor’s Creation.

And now,

They remained on the horizon of despair with no sign of breakthrough, the Path to Emperorhood stayed as elusive as ever. The seller of counterfeit medicine had gone as far as to split his very being into six fragments, like luminous stars scattered throughout the cosmos, to gain insight into the infinite Tao and Rule. The suffering he endured was unfathomable, each realization and leap akin to dancing on the blade’s edge—a misstep would lead to endless calamity.

Even so, through never-ending exploration and trial, he faintly touched the borders of the Emperor’s Path—a subtle brilliance of profound wonder and majesty. Yet this was just a faint touch; the chasm between his current place and true breakthrough remained insurmountable—a division like an ethereal wall requiring untold years and perfection of Tao and Rule, even bridging the thinnest of gaps demanded unimaginable time to fully reach Nirvana. Facing countless trials, only then might one cross the divide into the ultimate realm.

In this moment, the trio’s hearts churned with conflicted emotions—awe and reverence for the Ten Crown King, alongside crushing doubt and bitterness over their own uncertain futures.

Suddenly, everything shattered like brittle porcelain in invisible turbulence. An ear-splitting thunderous roar erupted, as if heaven and earth were bellowing in wrath, trembling every corner of existence.

As the booming echoes spread, cracks emerged across the surface of the Immortal Domain—they resembled cobwebs at first, but soon cascaded and erupted like torrents, engulfing millions of miles in ruins. The once tranquil Immortal Domain turned into a desolate expanse of destruction. Each fissure, glinting with an ominous glow, heralded the looming calamity.

And in that instant, at the furthest edge of the horizon, an immense ancient ship materialized. It sprawled across the heavens, veiling stars and suns, its presence weighed heavy with foreboding, akin to a colossal beast from primordial Abyss charged with chaos and ruin. It bore toward the Immortal Domain with crushing inevitability. Runes and totems adorned the ship, glowing faintly amidst shadow, exuding dreadful power capable of shattering mountains and rivers.

"Enemy attack!" A cry rang out like thunder across the Immortal Domain, awakening fear and vigilance in every living soul. More voices joined, urgent and anguished, spreading the warning and plunging the Immortal Domain into fearful chaos.

Almost simultaneously, the horn of battle resounded across the Immortal Domain—a solemn and stirring signal like a last rally before an epic confrontation. Yet amid the war call, the ancient ship barreled forward unchecked, colliding ferociously against the Boundary Wall of the Immortal Domain.

The Immortal Domain.

At this moment.

The long-silent Horn of True Dragon sounded.

It echoed with an unprecedented atmosphere of killing intent, carrying majestic weight and indescribable dignity. The deep and ancient sound rippled across the Immortal Domain, reverberating ceaselessly.

At the same time, with the horn’s resonance.

One after another, Immortal Kings awakened from dormancy.

The blowing of the Horn signified the encroachment of foreign foes toward the Immortal Domain.

...

Every Immortal King stood at full alert, their composure resolute yet grave. They positioned themselves across the cosmos as their auras surged like tempestuous waves, a black storm cloud enshrouding the universe. For this moment, the tide of their power remained wholly unleashed.

Suddenly.

The air thickened again, oppressive as if mountains crashed overhead, suffocating with dread.