Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1495 - 919: Everything That Was Buried

If you look closely, you’ll find that it’s not actually a tree, but a root extending from the World Tree.

It’s just that the root is too massive, well-developed and strong, with layers upon layers on its surface, resembling the scale armor on an old dragon.

Under the tree canopy, there is an incense burner.

Square-shaped, it stands ten zhang high, five zhang long, and five zhang wide.

Inside the burner, incense ashes are piled up.

Not the kind of ash formed from burning wood and grass.

Looking around, the incense ashes are crystal clear, dazzling like the sunset, and the incense burner seems to be burning a sea of light.

At this moment,

The incense ashes in the burner moved autonomously without wind, suddenly flying up like falling snow all over the sky, but they floated without descending, scattering everywhere.

Simultaneously, the already dazzling incense ashes became even more fiery, emitting a glowing brilliance.

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

Incense ashes swirled around the man, faster and faster, resembling a whirlwind. Meanwhile, Jiang Hui’s entire body began to glow. Every blood vessel radiated, especially the Primordial Spirit in the Sea of Consciousness within his brow, shining brightly like a vast sea, engulfing everything.

If it weren’t for the Utopia Array in the village, which isolated most of the divine might, this moment alone would overturn the entire Immortal Domain with radiant brilliance.

Eventually, the spot between Jiang Hui’s brows didn’t merely emit radiance but started to emanate powerful chanting, majestic, solemn, shaking the heavens and earth.

Then, a small figure emerged from his brow.

Long-haired, ruggedly handsome, but with eyes as dark as nightfall, thick like unending ink, making it appear extremely eerie.

It was not Jiang Hui’s Primordial Spirit.

But the Primordial Spirit stored in Mo’s brow center.

Mo called it: [Mo]

After emerging, it hesitated at first, but upon seeing Jiang Hui sitting behind, a trace of fear flashed in its eyes, quickly replaced by a sinister hate.

After glaring fiercely at Jiang Hui, it turned to flee.

However, before running far, a small stream of the luminous incense ash transformed into a giant hand, glowing brightly, grabbed Mo’s Primordial Spirit.

As the incense ashes flowed, a dense aroma emitted from the incense burner, filling the entire space. The scent carried an indescribable charm, seeming to cleanse the soul, making people forget worldly troubles and conflicts.

"Release me, release me!"

Mo’s Primordial Spirit struggled desperately, but it was futile. The more it struggled, the stronger the binding force of the surrounding incense ashes became, and the radiant glow they emitted grew ever brighter.

"Rumble-rumble!"

Eventually, the particles of incense ash underwent a substantial transformation. In the little spirit’s eyes, each piece expanded rapidly, as large as stars, pulsating with halos, bringing the endless divine might and majesty, all crushing towards the tiny spirit.

"Ah—!"

Mo’s Primordial Spirit screamed miserably, the sound shrill.

At this moment, each particle of incense ash seemed to contain a small universe, countless in quantity, beyond imagination.

All spinning, weaving in the air, internally varied; some veiled in mist; some featuring vast star rivers, flowing with light; others even revealing ancient divine apparitions, solemn and mysterious, invoking awe.

These massive ash stars moved with an inexplicable rhythm, tightly encircling Mo’s Primordial Spirit.

Jiang Hui sat cross-legged there, in the spirit’s eyes, like a giant who opened up the world, his figure appearing more majestic and holy amidst the swirling ashes, surrounded by flying dust, resembling countless Great Thousand Worlds.

His eyes were tightly shut, but the glow between his brows shone ever more intensely, showcasing the ultimate power of his Primordial Spirit, as deep and vast as a boundless ocean.

And Mo’s Primordial Spirit, tightly grabbed by the ash hand, now felt the ancient and powerful force from the ashes, looking terrified and astonished.

Ultimately, Mo could no longer speak complete sentences, his throat seemed to be clamped by a scorching iron, only able to make "huh-huh-huh..." sounds.

Despite this, the sinister tone didn’t lessen a bit, growing even more frightening. Meanwhile, dark mist spread over the little figure, making sizzling noises, trying to forcefully break free from the binds.

Because in the hidden sense, it felt that continuing would mean this force would crush it, erasing all traces of its existence.

"Since I can bring you here, do you think you can escape?!"

Jiang Hui’s eyes abruptly opened, like two blazing suns, scorching the little spirit, causing it to scream wildly.

"Next, I ask, you answer. Don’t think about deceiving me; you should understand that lies will reveal themselves before me. Be honest, and I might give you another path. You also should know, in my realm, when words are spoken, they cannot be undone."

Jiang Hui stared at the spirit tightly grabbed by the ash hand, it looked extremely miserable, as if it was skinned, not because of Jiang Hui’s scorching gaze but the fiery ashes, the scorching flames, a cruel torture to the spirit.