Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1494 - 918: Killing - 2

Chapter 1494: Chapter 918: Killing - 2

Subsequently,

A gigantic vertical eye appeared above.

The vertical eye blinked, then numerous Great Taoist symbols appeared one after another, but unlike normal, they were crooked, like bolts of lightning, falling and branding themselves onto Jiang Hui, like leeches, desperately absorbing everything from Jiang Hui.

Gradually.

Jiang Hui’s body began to undergo drastic changes.

His lips cracked, his flesh rapidly lost moisture and luster, becoming withered and loose, as if time had mercilessly stripped away the vitality of youth.

Tiny cracks spread across his skin, like parched earth under blazing sun, fragile and weak. His muscles gradually atrophied, bones protruded, and he looked like a dry corpse drained of all life force.

At the same time, Jiang Hui’s hair rapidly aged.

His originally dark and shiny hair, now appeared as if covered by frost and snow, turning a glaring frost white.

Each strand lost its original luster and elasticity, becoming dry and brittle.

Moreover, his hair began to fall out in chunks, revealing his bald scalp, looking extremely dreadful.

Jiang Hui’s eyes also turned dull, losing their former brilliance. His pupils gradually dilated, his gaze became vacant and confused, as if he had lost his soul.

These eerie Great Taoist symbols not only corroded his body, but were also madly gnawing at his soul.

Jiang Hui could clearly feel his consciousness gradually blurring, the memories and images in his mind slowly dissipating, as if the whole world was moving away from him, yet he felt limp all over, unable to stop the process.

Moreover, this process was bidirectional, not only were the memories in Jiang Hui’s mind disappearing, but everyone related to him was gradually forgetting everything about Jiang Hui.

He tried to resist this force with his willpower, but the mysterious and unfathomable suppressive power made even basic thinking extremely difficult, his life was slipping away bit by bit, like an oil lamp about to go out.

To kill!

To destroy all vitality.

Death is not the end, it is just the end of life, but if a person is forgotten, if everyone completely forgets their appearance, memories, etc., that is the true end.

At this moment of life and death.

The location of Jiang Hui’s Sea of Consciousness in his brow.

The little Primordial Spirit also shone, burning, and let out a roar with all its strength.

With this roar.

The gray scenes quickly retreated, and colorful light and shadow reappeared before Jiang Hui’s eyes.

His skin transformed, regaining vitality and becoming more crystalline and translucent, and at this moment, the frost white hair also faded away.

Jiang Hui’s eyes shone with brilliance, quite fearful, luckily at the last moment, the Primordial Spirit burned itself to wake him up, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"You deserve death!"

How could such means exist?

With a sharp gaze, Jiang Hui stepped forward, stomping directly on [Divine Age], causing the opponent to fly backward, chest collapsing with a blood hole pierced through.

At this moment, however, the opponent’s injuries did not recover, dark blood flowing freely.

It wasn’t that [Divine Age] didn’t want to recover, but he lost the vitality power to heal.

Using [To kill], for the opponent, was also a method of killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of himself, otherwise, it wouldn’t be used until the last moment.

"Kill, ah!"

Jiang Hui struck down with his blade, radiant light spreading, cold light like a shocking world, illuminating the eternal years, killing [Divine Age] into continuous coughing up blood, and then his body cracked open entirely, thoroughly wiped out.

Jiang Hui let out a long breath.

This battle, the difficulty far exceeded his expectations, especially the final moment, it was extremely dangerous.

This creature of ancient evil beyond all things, transcending the Great Taoist, with vast energy in every gesture, exceedingly exaggerated, probably just a thin layer of paper away from Sacred Path Above.

Even him, invincible in this realm, fought to the end, bleeding all over, covered in scars of varying sizes, his body near to shattering, and even his God Soul suffering unprecedented shock.

This battle, he was already exhausted.

At that moment, a shadow suddenly shot out from [Divine Age]’s annihilation point, Jiang Hui’s eyes narrowed, it was [Mo]’s Primordial Spirit, rushing toward the object of its womb.

Without hesitation, he reached out, grabbing it directly.

Then, Jiang Hui quickly looked towards the horizon, his gaze horrified, it seemed to reveal half a head.

The appearance... shockingly similar to himself, yet dark, with unknown flame-shaped markings all over it.

No time to linger, Jiang Hui rushed directly toward a place broken in their battle, not yet restored.

In the village, at the back mountain, at the top.

A large tree, not knowing when, sprouted from the ground, growing there.

The canopy blocked the sky, shading the place densely.

Warm sunlight filtered through the forest gaps, casting dappled shadows.

Upon closer inspection, it was clear it wasn’t a single tree, but a root that extended from the World Tree.

Under the tree canopy, there was an incense burner.

It was square, ten zhang high, five zhang long, and five zhang wide.

Inside the burner, incense ashes were piled.

Not the ashes formed from burning plants.

Looking around, those incense ashes were crystalline, dazzling like clouds in the sky, with the incense burner like an ocean of light burning.

At this moment,

The incense ashes in the burner moved without wind, flying up suddenly, like snow falling from the sky, not landing, billowing and rolling, filling the whole sky.

Meanwhile, the originally dazzling incense ashes became even more eye-catching, the fluorescence flickering, shining brightly.

Jiang Hui slightly closed his eyes, sitting cross-legged in the center.

The flying incense ashes danced around the man faster and faster, faster and faster, like a storm brewing, and simultaneously, Jiang Hui’s whole body glowed, each of his acupoints shining, especially the Primordial Spirit in the Sea of Consciousness between his brows, radiating boundless light like a raging sea, engulfing everything.

If not for the Paradise Array hiding most of the divine might, otherwise, at this moment, the entire Immortal Domain would be flooded with radiance.

In the end, the spot between Jiang Hui’s brows no longer emitted simple radiance, but profound chanting, majestic and solemn, shaking the universe.

Afterward, a little figure emerged from his brows.

Long hair draped over his shoulders, he looked divine and rugged, but his eyes were as dark as ink, making him appear extremely sinister.

Not Jiang Hui’s Primordial Spirit.

But the Primordial Spirit stored in the center of Divine Age’s brow.

Divine Age called it: [Mo]

After it emerged, it froze for a moment, and upon seeing Jiang Hui sitting behind, a trace of panic appeared in its eyes, but it was soon replaced by eerie hatred.

It glared angrily at Jiang Hui, then turned to flee.

But before it could run far, a small stream of dazzling incense ashes split off, forming a large hand, sprinkled with fluorescence, capturing [Mo]’s Primordial Spirit.

With the flowing incense ashes, a rich fragrance wafted from the incense burner, permeating the entire space. The scent carried an indescribable charm, as if it could cleanse one’s soul, making one forget worldly worries and disputes.

"Release me, release me!"

[Mo]’s Primordial Spirit struggled desperately, but it was futile, and the more it struggled, the tighter the incense ashes’ binding force, the more dazzling the emitted light.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

In the end, the incense ash particles underwent an even greater transformation, rapidly expanding in [Mo]’s little eyes, becoming as large as stars, their halos surging with endless divine might and majesty, crushing toward the little spirit.

"Ah——!"

[Mo]’s Primordial Spirit let out a miserable scream, the sound was wrenching,

At this moment, every incense ash seemed to contain a small world, densely packed, incredibly numerous, beyond imagination.

All spinning and intertwining in the air, their interiors even varied greatly, some shrouded in clouds and mist; others vast with star rivers aglow; and some, astonishingly, displayed ancient divine figures’ phantoms, majestic and mysterious, inspiring awe.

All involved in a grand celestial dance, some swirling in mist; others positioned among star-filled expanses, shimmering radiantly;