Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1508 - 925: 100,000 Years_2

Chapter 1508: Chapter 925: 100,000 Years_2

Even if Lord True Emperor really possesses such means, I believe they are still heavily restricted.

We are already old bones; if we can make it, great. If not, there’s no need to be too persistent.

Even if the True Emperor grants us such a shortcut, it is likely a path of life and death. Who would really dare to try it?

One must know that the peddler of fake drugs who had suppressed several eras and the butchers who pledged allegiance to the True Emperor have yet to hear news of a breakthrough, despite their profound foundations and early achievements. It shows that there is no true shortcut; ultimately, one’s progress depends on oneself.

Another Immortal King Ancestor spoke up.

"I have heard some rumors about the Banished Immortal Emperor. They say that he has cultivated for only a few million years. A few million years, how insignificant; a mere snap of the fingers..."

An old man dressed in an azure robe with white hair and beard muttered, filled with wonder and envy.

"Not just the Banished Immortal Emperor, but also Emperor Gu and Emperor Tianzi... All of them achieved such accomplishments at a young age. It truly puts us to shame," another old man with a cane chimed in.

"Hahaha, we old folks have also witnessed the birth of an era, an unprecedented golden age," a stern-faced Immortal King Giant in a black robe laughed heartily.

However, his words carried a sense of melancholy.

Witnessing the birth of the first Emperor was glorious; the Emperor was no legend.

But now, witnessing the birth of four Emperors in succession inevitably made them envious.

After envy comes an unbearable heaviness.

Who wouldn’t want to take that step?!

Anyone present here dreams of it.

Comparing themselves with the recently ascended Emperors, they are ancient in the truest sense, having experienced countless rises and falls, witnessing the flourishing and decline of eras.

Thinking to this point, everyone couldn’t help but sigh. They had been privileged to participate in the grand Scripture Reading by the Immortal Emperors, listening from start to finish, gaining some insights, though those insights remained vague, ephemeral upon reflection.

This perhaps already signifies that they are unlikely to transcend realms.

...

The Immortal King Ancestors soon arrived at the Holy Land. After notifying their arrival, they were led into Liu Village.

As they stepped into Liu Village, they immediately felt their spirits purified like never before.

Though it wasn’t their first time here, each visit prompted awe at the handiwork of the True Emperor.

As for the young successors accompanying them, most were here for the first time. While admiring the Emperor’s might, they couldn’t help but gape, immersing themselves in understanding the Great Dao.

However, this action was quickly stopped by the surrounding elders and ancestors.

This is Liu Village.

A place symbolizing supreme glory.

Only the beings living in this era can cultivate here.

As outsiders, even subconsciously, they must at least seek the village chief’s permission.

In the village, a grand feast had long been prepared.

The feast was set in an open area at the village center, surrounded by ancient peach trees, adorned with red sashes and lanterns swaying gently in the wind, resembling a mortal fairyland.

The flesh and blood of the Ten Evil level beasts were used as the foundation, smoke from the cooking rising high, spreading the aroma of the food for tens of thousands of miles.

As guests continued to arrive, the feast became livelier.

The Elders of various sects took their seats.

Old man Lin, as the village chief, was undoubtedly the busiest.

"Chief, congratulations on your village gaining a new Quasi-Immortal Emperor. It is truly a blessing for our Immortal Domain!" an Immortal King Ancestor raised his cup to congratulate old man Lin.

Old man Lin, naturally smiling, raised his cup in return.

Time passed by, and after three rounds of drinks.

Suddenly, an unimaginable aura of dignity enveloped the place.

It felt as if heaven and earth trembled at that moment.

The Immortal King Ancestors from various sects turned pale, sensing the overwhelming and terrifying presence. They stopped mid-drink and looked solemnly towards the village entrance.

"The True Emperor is here!" an Immortal King Ancestor uttered in a low, astonished voice.

Before the words had died away, two figures walked slowly into the feast, none other than Jiang Hui and the Banished Immortal.

Everyone stood up and respectfully knelt, bowing to Jiang Hui.

"Greetings, Lord True Emperor!" The voices were uniform, filled with reverence and piety.

Jiang Hui nodded slightly.

Speaking of this, Jiang Hui’s gaze suddenly turned to the Banished Immortal. His eyes were filled with appreciation and expectation. He took out a long sword from his sleeve, ancient and mysterious, the blade faintly emitting a green glow, as if containing infinite power and secrets.

"Banished Immortal, you are extraordinarily talented. Successfully breaking through to the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm is indeed a blessing for our Immortal Domain. This Immortal Slaying Carefree Sword is your reward. May you wield this sword, protect the Immortal Domain, and eliminate all evil and injustice."

Hearing this, the Banished Immortal’s face showed excitement and gratitude. He respectfully accepted the Immortal Slaying Carefree Sword. The green glow on the blade seemed to resonate with his bloodline, giving him an unprecedented surge of power.

"Thank you for your generous reward, Lord True Emperor! I will not disappoint you. I will wield the sword to protect the Immortal Domain, slay demons and expel devils, and contribute to the prosperity and peace of the Immortal Domain!" The Banished Immortal’s voice was firm and powerful, filled with hope and determination for the future.

Jiang Hui appeared, gifting the Immortal Slaying Carefree Sword to the Banished Immortal in front of everyone.

This sword

Tu Wa Zi and the Banished Immortal stood on an ancient stone bridge, with a stream flowing beneath, clear and reflecting the two’s contrasting states of mind.

Tu Wa Zi looked at the Banished Immortal, whose posture was graceful and aura extraordinary, dressed in white as snow, with a triumphant smile on his face. The deep brilliance in his eyes reflected wisdom and power, clearly indicating he had successfully stepped into the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm.

Tu Wa Zi felt a mix of emotions in his heart, sincerely happy for his friend’s achievements while feeling deeply helpless and envious of his own situation. He sighed softly, his voice carrying a hint of bitterness: "Brother Banished Immortal, congratulations on finally stepping into the Quasi-Immortal Emperor ranks. I... I am truly envious."

Upon hearing this, the Banished Immortal’s smile slightly diminished. He turned, his gaze warm and firm, looking at Tu Wa Zi as if seeing through his inner struggle and confusion: "Tu Wa Zi, we are sworn brothers. There’s no need for such formality. The path of cultivation is long and arduous, with each person’s progress and opportunities varying. There’s no need to envy me, nor to blame yourself."

Tu Wa Zi lowered his head, his gaze falling on the flowing water beneath, which seemed to narrate endless ages and changes: "But among the four of us, now only I am left, still lingering in the Immortal King’s realm, never grasping the essence of the Emperor’s will. I... I truly don’t know when I can catch up with you all."

The Banished Immortal gently patted Tu Wa Zi’s shoulder, his tone filled with encouragement and comfort: "Tu Wa Zi, do you know that the path of cultivation values perseverance and inner peace? You possess a tenacious heart, which is a treasure many dream of. As long as you maintain this initial resolve and continue to strive, the door to Emperor’s will shall open for you one day."

The Banished Immortal’s smile slightly diminished. He turned, his gaze warm and firm, looking at Tu Wa Zi as if seeing through his inner struggle and confusion: "Tu Wa Zi, we are sworn brothers. There’s no need for such formality. The path of cultivation is long and arduous, with each person’s progress and opportunities varying. There’s no need to envy me, nor to blame yourself."

Tu Wa Zi lowered his head, his gaze falling on the flowing water beneath, which seemed to narrate endless ages and changes: "But among the four of us, now only I am left, still lingering in the Immortal King’s realm, never grasping the essence of the Emperor’s will. I... I truly don’t know when I can catch up with you all."

The Banished Immortal gently patted Tu Wa Zi’s shoulder, his tone filled with encouragement and comfort: "Tu Wa Zi, do you know that the path of cultivation values perseverance and inner peace? You possess a tenacious heart, which is a treasure many dream of."

Tu Wa Zi raised his head, his eyes sparkling with determination and hope. He firmly grasped the Banished Immortal’s hand, his voice filled with unprecedented resolve: "Brother Banished Immortal, I have taken your words to heart. From now on, no matter how difficult the path ahead, I will forge ahead until one day, we four can stand side by side above the Nine Heavens once more, sharing the splendor and beauty of this world!"