Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1469 - 906: Three Stones

Chapter 1469: Chapter 906: Three Stones

At this moment.

Seventy-two Ancient Universes, three thousand five hundred Great Universes, seven thousand one hundred Small Universes, thirty-nine thousand eight hundred twenty-six Great Continents, two million one hundred twenty thousand Small Continents, one billion eighty million Great Realms, three billion eighty million Small Realms, countless immense Kingdoms, and immeasurable, endless smaller Kingdoms...

Even in the silent depths of the Star Sea, where the morning stars are swallowed... an unending sound of horns echoed, like the beat of war drums, reverberating and resonating profoundly within the soul.

Amid the horn’s call, the resounding cry of the True Dragon soared into the heavens.

The clear cries of the Phoenix rang out as well.

The Kylin too, its hooves heavy as mountains, thundered against the earth...

And there were countless other names, indescribable for a time, of the Ferocious Beasts roaring in unison.

Heavy, boundless, vast.

This horn’s sound bore semblance to that from the time the Dark Beings allied with the Alien Territory’s army to invade the Immortal Domain.

Yet, though both brimmed with an unprecedented air of murderous resolve, the latter carried with it an undeniable gravity, an ancient and oppressive might that immediately resonated throughout the Immortal Domain like rippling waves, enduring and ceaseless.

At this moment, as the horns resounded.

Within the Immortal Domain.

Dharma Decrees rose into the skies, burning there like miniature suns, their radiance blistering and dazzling.

As the Dharma Decrees burned, an overwhelming echo reverberated, as though a grand and sacred ritual was being performed.

At this instant.

It was as though countless ancient beings were awakening, transcending life and death, defying the passage of time, arriving here for one final battle, to culminate gloriously in their end.

The sight was holy beyond words.

Inside and outside the Immortal Domain, even those Abyssal chasms that were once immeasurably deep, devoid of light, untouched by time, now emanated unprecedented brilliant divine radiance.

The heavens quaked, as though heaven and earth themselves would succumb to this overwhelming light.

Unimaginable, peerless auras surged into the skies one after another, like storm winds capable of sweeping away all creation.

The Immortal Kings of the Immortal Domain were fully awakening from their slumber, preparing to battle the enemy.

At the Frontier Wilderness.

Following the last invasion by the Dark Army, after hundreds of years of reconstruction, the area had grown even more majestic.

At this moment.

At the very center of the Frontier Wilderness outpost.

A towering palace stood, a sacred Temple.

Upon a prayer mat.

Sat a solitary figure.

Clad in simple green robes, eyes gently closed, the most distinctive feature was his eyebrows—crescent-like, long and flowing—drooping from his brow ridge to his lap, resembling two cascading scrolls of silk.

Beside the elder with the long eyebrows.

Sat a middle-aged man in ornate attire, also with eyes closed.

The middle-aged man, with a portly frame and imposing stature, appeared remarkably like an affluent, unassuming merchant of common stock.

However, beneath those tightly shut eyelids lay eyes as fathomless as an abyss, seeming to perceive all in existence.

"The horns sounding signify the invasion of a formidable enemy into our domain. The Immortal Emperor’s prophecy has come true."

The elder with the long eyebrows spoke each word with clarity.

"Whatever the hell it is that dares to covet our domain, I only know one thing—since the Immortal Emperor’s presence, the Immortal Domain has been more tranquil and luminous than ever before. Even us old ones, long without hope of breaking through the realm, have had the privilege of hearing the Emperor’s teachings. Perhaps one day, we might even touch the unimaginable Emperor’s Throne... whoever dares ruin this peace is my enemy. Kill without mercy."

As the elder finished speaking, the portly, merchant-like middle-aged man abruptly leapt to his feet from his prayer mat, brimming with fury like a powder keg ignited.

With those words, the man took a decisive step forward, striding out of the temple...

In the temple, the elder with the long eyebrows shook his head with a wry smile but did not, nor could he, rebuke the forthright man—after all, the man had already left.

The elder stood slowly, dusting off his robes, and likewise exited the temple.

...

Pan King City, vast and boundless, was one of the finest Immortal King cities in the Immortal Domain, grandiose and magnificent, it was the domain of the ancient Immortal King, Pan King.

As the horns reached their apex, the majestic gates of a colossal palace slowly opened, and a towering figure stepped out.

His posture upright like an unyielding Qing Song, his entire presence emanating an ineffable dignity and majesty. His black hair draped over his shoulders, radiating a peerless aura of might.

...

The Hunyuan Immortal King, who possessed the world’s most powerful Alchemy Furnace, the Great Ming King, the Jinghai Immortal King, the Heavenly Fury Immortal King...

Numerous Immortal Kings, old and new, at this moment, moved in unison.

They had prepared in secret for ten thousand years, all for this singular moment.

Their auras surged into the heavens, the Star Sea roared like a tempest.

All Immortal Kings stood in formation, unprecedentedly solemn, and resolute, positioned deep in the Universe. Their Immortal King auras raged wildly, intertwined, coiling like ominous storm clouds over the cosmos, boundlessly immense, without restraint.

For a moment.

The atmosphere grew as heavy as a mighty mountain pressing down, leaving hearts trembling.

A host of Immortal Kings, dazzling and radiant; their gazes as fathomless as abysses, each emanating an awe-inspiring, eternal might that shook heaven and earth across epochs.

Now, the auras of these Immortal Kings clashed and intertwined within the cosmos, as if threatening to tear apart the fabric of the Universe itself.

On any ordinary day, how could so many Immortal Kings gather together, as if prearranged, in such unity?

Let alone with so many Immortal Kings unleashing their full might—an oppression capable of overturning the heavens and earth—who would dare provoke them?

It would not be an exaggeration to say that even during the combined invasion by the Dark Army and the Alien Territory’s forces of yesteryear, there had not been this many Immortal Kings ready for battle.