Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1521 - 933: Skeleton Immortal Emperor

Chapter 1521: Chapter 933: Skeleton Immortal Emperor

"Heh..."

The pitch-black heart gave a disdainful laugh upon seeing Jiang Hui make his move.

Although it was unclear why [God Age] hadn’t disposed of the opponent, it was likely because he hadn’t found him.

Nevertheless, it was not unusual given the opponent’s superior stealth; even the heart itself had difficulty detecting him.

If it had known he would dare come confront it, perhaps it wouldn’t have been wise to take action.

The pitch-black heart revealed a hideous face, mocking and ridiculing.

Just a defeated enemy who had recently fled from beneath its grasp in panic.

Now he dared to take the initiative, audacious indeed.

Even though countless ages had passed, how much progress could be made in cultivation? Within this realm, not even hundreds of thousands, millions, or billions of years alongside epoch changes would guarantee significant advancement; it was acutely aware of this.

But the next moment, as if sensing something, the black hole-like mouth within the pitch-black heart formed an "O" shape, filled with disbelief.

Following its gaze.

A large hand reached out.

It obscured the sky and sun, with fingers streaming dazzling golden radiance, seemingly able to pierce the void and crush stars.

Within the golden radiance, ancient Taoist scriptures flickered, like mysterious symbols from the dawn of the universe, containing infinite divine might and secrets.

Boundless immortal power erupted from the palm, transforming into a flowing torrent, tinting this world with a faint golden hue, as if an immense calamity was brewing.

"A single evil heart dares to flaunt itself before me?!"

Jiang Hui’s voice was low and imposing, each word resonating from the Nine Heavens with undeniable power.

His giant hand swiftly closed, as if refining the heavens and earth, the pitch-black heart had no time to react before being firmly clenched in his grasp.

Thunder roared in his hand, akin to the Boundary Sea colliding, producing a crushing sound, seemingly about to pulverize the pitch-black heart entirely.

The heart writhed violently, emitting a piercing wail, terrified to the extreme, exuding overwhelming black mist, twisted Great Taoist Runes blooming and elevating.

Struggling with all its might against the crushing force of the massive hand.

It exerted every ounce of its power, attempting to break free from the hand like shackles.

But no matter how it struggled, it was futile like an insect shaking a tree, unable to move even an inch.

"How is it possible... You... just tens of thousands of years, how did you suddenly become so powerful...

This aura... belongs to a True Emperor; in such a short time, you have stepped into the True Emperor Realm... How is it possible!"

The pitch-black heart screamed, no longer with the assured stance it had moments ago, now terrified to the extreme.

Jiang Hui’s displayed strength was one thing.

What terrified the pitch-black heart the most was the speed at which Jiang Hui’s realm had advanced.

"I wanted to ask you some things, but you likely don’t know, so let’s be direct."

"You want to kill me?!" The pitch-black heart sensed something, an unprecedented feeling.

The scent of death.

It couldn’t accept the shift in status.

Nor could it accept facing death itself in the future.

Jiang Hui’s expression was stern and indifferent, silent, as if he were the only one left in heaven and earth, while everything else was insignificant, not worth mentioning.

His giant hand closed, power surging with immense force, threatening to shatter mountains and valleys; the pitch-black heart in his grip fluttered like a candle in the wind, about to extinguish, black Dao Talismans breaking inch by inch.

"Boom!" Accompanied by a dull, earth-shaking crash, the pitch-black heart exploded instantly under Jiang Hui’s immense force.

In that instant, foul and viscous black blood splattered, raining down ceaselessly, darkening half the sky.

Amid the blood rain, the pitch-black heart’s Primordial Spirit flew out, without any hesitation, immediately attempting to escape. As long as the Primordial Spirit remained, there was still hope for the future, and if all else failed, heading to the master’s slumbering place...

Jiang Hui, observing all directions and listening to all sounds, had been waiting there, seeing the pitch-black heart’s Primordial Spirit soar into the sky, about to break the void and flee directly, he immediately reached out again, grabbing it back, capturing it within the Palm Control Technique.

After finishing this, Jiang Hui did not leave but looked upward.

Not into the depths.

But towards the high heavens of the Boundary Sea.

A realm unseen by ordinary beings, yet visible to him through boundary permissions and heightened senses.

On the high heavens of the Boundary Sea, there lay a blood-red ocean, a dark sea, with a vortex-like channel, and before this vortex-like channel, a mighty figure stood guard.

The figure was disheveled, eyes closed, body immense like towering mountains, seated on a stone chair, reclining, body incomplete, securely bound by pitch-black, glimmering iron chains extending from the void.

Skeleton Emperor.

A pitiful being indeed.

After painstakingly cultivating to reach the heavens, enduring unimaginably long years and numerous great tribulations, achieving Immortal Emperor status, he was unexpectedly attacked by the Phantom Immortal Emperor, corrupted by primordial phantom blood, polluting his emperor body, leaving only a sliver of Primordial Spirit narrowly escaping, heroically blocking the portal with his body, then using Heavenly Dao scriptures to comfort.

Yet little did he know, his flesh transformed into a corpse, growing a Dark Immortal Spirit. Though unable to leave, he witnessed the creation of dark chaos through bizarre constraints, leading to vast calamities.

As if sensing someone watching, the figure tightly bound in iron chains suddenly moved.

Instantly.

The iron chains rang loudly.

Then, apparently finding nothing, the movement gradually subsided.