Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1516 - 929: Tyrant Knife’s Lifeline, Meng Po Candidate 2

Chapter 1516: Chapter 929: Tyrant Knife’s Lifeline, Meng Po Candidate 2

This is the Emperor’s hand, very terrifying and extremely hard, just like a supernatural weapon, able to withstand the sharpness of the Tyrant Knife.

However, it is just an Emperor’s hand, not a complete Emperor’s body.

A moment later.

"Crack!" A crisp sound was heard.

The giant hand was finally cut off by Jiang Hui with a single slash, and blood gushed out like a fountain, blackening the surrounding air.

The severed hand fell from the air and was instantly corroded clean upon hitting the ground, leaving only a pile of black, foul-smelling sticky liquid.

At this moment, a shrill scream came from the stone coffin, filled with resentment and anger, then gradually faded away.

Jiang Hui didn’t take the opportunity to pursue but instead stared vigilantly at the stone coffin, fearing something unexpected might happen.

Fortunately, nothing unusual occurred next.

There was only an Emperor’s hand hidden under the stone coffin, kept for emergencies to prevent anyone from destroying this place. Even a Quasi-Immortal Emperor coming here would likely face grievous consequences.

This shows the insurmountable gap between a True Emperor and a Quasi-Emperor, like a chasm. A True Emperor’s finger can crush a Quasi-Emperor, even one of Huang’s destiny cannot bridge this gap.

Jiang Hui’s eyes were as sharp as an eagle. The next moment, he decisively slashed out with the Tyrant Knife.

A silver trajectory illuminated the place.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The loud noise shook the heavens. Under the power of the Tyrant Knife, the stone coffin shattered into pieces, stones flying and dust rising.

An ancient and evil aura emanated from the stone coffin, chilling to the bone, as if countless wraiths were wailing and lamenting.

With one successful hit, Jiang Hui took the opportunity to completely destroy the censer, the severed fingers, the broken teeth, and the four bloody red stone pillars adorned with sacrificial totems.

Only after destroying most of the place did he stop.

"It should be fine now, right?" Jiang Hui was somewhat uncertain.

Mostly because the power of the Bizarre Clan is too mysterious and extremely difficult to eradicate.

At this moment, the Tyrant Knife in his hand trembled lightly, as if it had discovered the most delicious delicacy in the world.

Following the direction pointed by the Tyrant Knife, he looked at the piles of rubble and the scattered pieces of the stone coffin with a strange expression.

The materials of both were the same, extremely special. Even under his intense bombardment, they did not become nothing, which did not surprise him as they were made from the leftovers of the person’s burial coffin.

Feeling the excitement transmitted by the Tyrant Knife, Jiang Hui’s curiosity deepened.

It is well known that the Tyrant Knife is a unique rare item with infinite growth value, capable of devouring other weapons and armor to evolve. The more it devours, and the higher the rarity, the greater the sublimation.

Jiang Hui had no idea how many weapons and armor he had fed to his ’partner,’ to the point where even king-level armor would have no effect on its evolution.

Now, the Tyrant Knife actively wanted to devour this pile of rubble, which was extremely rare, indicating the immense temptation of these stones.

Indeed.

Since these stones could be refined into Big Luo Sword Fetuses, they were considered a type of weapon. Plus, their special origin and unprecedented material, comparable to Imperial Soldiers, naturally excited the Tyrant Knife.

However, Jiang Hui hesitated,

The stones were tainted with mysterious and cursed power. What if the Tyrant Knife was corrupted after devouring them?

But the Tyrant Knife rarely got this excited.

After much thought, he first controlled the Tyrant Knife to devour a small amount.

Seeing no adverse reactions, he finally felt relieved and allowed the Tyrant Knife to feast on the rubble.

The Tyrant Knife gently trembled in Jiang Hui’s hand, like a sleeping beast awakened, eagerly awaiting the upcoming feast.

The blade slightly shook, and an invisible mouth silently opened, like a wolf hidden in the void, suddenly pouncing on the scattered rubble.

The rubble floated as if losing weight under the Tyrant Knife’s ’gaze,’ as though pulled by an invisible force, slowly drawing closer and closer. With more and more rubble gathered, the Tyrant Knife’s ’mouth’ grew larger, eventually enveloping all the rubble.

At that moment, the air seemed to solidify, and everything around became extraordinarily quiet. Only the sound of the Tyrant Knife devouring the rubble echoed, like the crunching of chocolate beans, reverberating through the ruins. With each crunch, the aura of the Tyrant Knife grew stronger.

Jiang Hui tightly gripped the Tyrant Knife, feeling the waves of pulses from its core. It was an indescribable excitement and joy, as if the Tyrant Knife was proud of its own growth. He could clearly sense the subtle transformation of the blade, a metamorphosis from within.

As the devouring continued, the Tyrant Knife began shining brighter, and the markings on it became more complex and profound. The blade, once thin as a cicada’s wing, seemed to become almost transparent and ethereal, merging with the spiritual energy of the heavens and earth.

But even so, Jiang Hui could still clearly feel its presence, as if it had become a part of his body, as flexible as his own arm, and responsive to his will.

He casually swung the knife without exertion, yet the surroundings instantly became chaotic, as if about to open up a new small world.

Jiang Hui couldn’t help but rejoice.

Thus, his combat power had taken another leap forward. At this moment, facing the earlier bizarre Emperor’s hand, he could probably sever it with one slash, cutting through the Emperor’s body as easily as slicing vegetables.

After playing with the knife for a while, he put it back into his Sea of Consciousness. Jiang Hui glanced around briefly, unsure if it was just his imagination, but with the destruction of this altar, the mysterious power of this place seemed to have weakened somewhat.

But it wouldn’t disappear; it just became less intense. Even a True Immortal could now hold out here for a considerable time.

Without lingering, Jiang Hui left directly, returning to the village’s back mountain, where the Underworld was located.

The Underworld was formless, with black mist swirling, revealing a massive portal across the way.

Now, with some key positions integrated, the Underworld was semi-operational, no longer limited to just his old disciples, expanding its reach to the entire Immortal Domain.

Any living beings in the Immortal Domain below the True Immortal level, upon death, would have their souls received here.

But due to the absence of Meng Po and her forgetfulness soup, they all wandered in the Underworld.

For now, it served as a reception station.

Good news comes in pairs. Just as he entered the Underworld, a black token appeared before him, inscribed with Wang Po’s name.

She was Old man Lin’s wife with whom he had tied the knot.

Her talents were ordinary, just a common person, with a lifespan of at most a hundred years. But due to her special status, position, and gaining a Ginseng Fruit, she had lived far longer than even some Supremes.

But without achieving immortality, even with various means, the lifespan of a common person was limited.

He looked up in a certain direction.

There was a flickering figure in Old man Lin’s courtyard, with large white banners and a wreath standing.

The miraculous peach tree, blooming every five thousand years, with unfading flowers, bearing fruit after another five thousand years.

When the fruits hung heavy on the branches, Tu Wa Zi returned from the Lower Realm.

He still had not broken through to the Immortal King, stepping into the legendary Emperor Realm.

To him, this realm felt like an insurmountable mountain.

But this journey had resolved Tu Wa Zi’s inner conflict, and he no longer insisted on becoming an Emperor.

Being able to reach this point was something unimaginable in the past; there was no need to force himself.

At the village entrance, the winding stone steps disappeared into the lush forest.

Just as he entered the village, Tu Wa Zi saw a familiar figure.

The Departure Fire Divine Bull was dozing off near the village entrance, idly, with a swarm of fist-sized cattle flies hovering around its rear like loyal guards.

Cattle flies love to feed on cow dung, especially high-quality cow dung.

Not to mention

Seeing Tu Wa Zi’s return, it eagerly ran up.

The miraculous peach tree, blooming every five thousand years, with unfading flowers, bearing fruit after another five thousand years.

When the fruits hung heavy on the branches, Tu Wa Zi returned from the Lower Realm.

He still had not broken through to the Immortal King, stepping into the legendary Emperor Realm.

To him, this realm felt like an insurmountable mountain.

But this journey had resolved Tu Wa Zi’s inner conflict, and he no longer insisted on becoming an Emperor.

Being able to reach this point was something unimaginable in the past; there was no need to force himself.