Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1538 - 945: Entering the Dream, Jiang Hui’s Killing Tribulation

Chapter 1538: Chapter 945: Entering the Dream, Jiang Hui’s Killing Tribulation

Jiang Hui held the Jade Purifying Bottle, his expression solemn and reverent, as he slowly drew out the willow branch inserted in the bottle.

The willow branch was dotted with sweet dew, seemingly formless and colorless, yet shining brightly.

Then, he waved the willow branch towards the World Tree, whose vitality had been extinguished.

The dew fell like fine rain upon the withered and dead World Tree.

Once was not enough; Jiang Hui waved a few more times until about half of the sweet dew collected in the bottle had been used, then he ceased his actions.

Immediately after, his gaze fixed on the World Tree, afraid to miss any slight change.

The Skeleton Immortal Emperor watched Jiang Hui’s actions with great interest from the side.

He frowned slightly, confusion filled his eyes, not understanding Jiang Hui’s intention in sprinkling water above.

After all, this World Tree had already suffered severe damage, its vitality almost extinguished. Could a mere sprinkle of dew truly revive it?

The dew that fell on the World Tree was crystal clear, like the purest dew drops of early morning, rolling gently on the dead branches and leaves, flashing soft light.

Each droplet seemed to contain endless vitality and life energy, slowly permeating into the branches of the World Tree, forcibly injecting a new source of life into this ancient tree.

After a moment, Jiang Hui’s expression returned to calmness.

Only to see that the World Tree, previously devoid of any vitality, had miraculously regained some life under the effect of the dew.

Amidst the withered yellow leaves, there was already a faint hint of green.

Although this vitality was still weak, it was enough for one to clearly sense its presence.

As for the World Tree, previously lifeless, it now seemed to be awakened by a mysterious force, slowly but truly recovering its former vitality.

Witnessing this unimaginable scene firsthand, the Skeleton Immortal Emperor stood stunned on the spot.

"How... how is this possible?!"

The Skeleton Immortal Emperor muttered to himself, incredulous.

He knew well the power and preciousness of the World Tree, and understood that once its vitality was lost, it was nearly impossible to recover.

Yet, the World Tree before him, almost completely devoid of vitality, had been so swiftly rejuvenated in Jiang Hui’s hands; it was truly unbelievable.

What he had just said was, in fact, somewhat of a courteous remark, also expressing gratitude for Brother Jiang of the Dao’s lifesaving kindness.

Unexpectedly...

Indeed, Brother Jiang of the Dao is better suited to tend to trees!

The Skeleton Immortal Emperor was inexplicably shocked, filled with mixed emotions that were indescribable for a time.

Moments later, he burst into a hearty laugh, his laughter bold and earth-shattering, echoing to the skies.

Seeing his partner, who had once shielded him from disaster, now brimming with life again was a complete relief to his heart; the skeleton was genuinely happy.

...

Night fell.

The bright moon hung in the sky, the night was silent.

A faint mist enveloped Liu Village.

In the palace surrounded by nine dragons, Jiang Hui’s closed eyes suddenly opened.

Beside him was Liu RuYan, already asleep, her long white arm resting beneath her head, deeply immersed in slumber.

Naturally, the woman no longer needed to sleep for real, yet she customarily imitated Jiang Hui, living like a mortal - rising with the sunrise and resting with the sunset, gaining insights into worldly ways.

At first, it was somewhat uncomfortable, but over time, she found it to have its own unique flavor.

Opening his eyes, Jiang Hui sat up from the bed, his gaze glowing with golden radiance.

Just now, from the depths of his Sea of Consciousness, a rumbling sound suddenly emerged, as if a seed was about to break through the earth and sprout tender buds...

He had encountered this situation before.

Every time there was an opportunity for sudden enlightenment, it was like this from the depths of his Sea of Consciousness.

It was a type of reminder.

Without hesitation, Jiang Hui’s figure flickered and arrived at the depths of the Questioning Path Divine Bamboo Forest.

Then, with a thought, he instantly entered a state of sudden enlightenment.

At his level of realm, being able to achieve sudden enlightenment even once was no easy feat.

Even in the Questioning Path Divine Bamboo Forest, it was rare and sporadic, all depending on opportunities; naturally, he would not miss this once-in-a-lifetime chance.

The reason for specifically rushing to the bamboo forest for closed cultivation was simple: to enhance the effect of the sudden enlightenment.

In a hazy state, taking advantage of that mysterious sensation lingering over his heart before it vanished.

Jiang Hui immediately closed his eyes.

In the next moment, he felt his world suddenly turn upside down.

A rustling sound reached his ears.

Unclear and indistinct.

Like seawater washing against the shore, or like someone’s palms rubbing against the sand...

Rustling...

Jiang Hui did not particularly enjoy this feeling.

Suddenly.

He snapped back to his senses.

In the past, entering closed meditation and sudden enlightenment usually deepened his understanding of the Dao,

but something was amiss now.

Mysteriously.

An unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly surged to the forefront of his mind.

This was the new Rule he intended to create; though it wasn’t fully formed, it left a seed, suspended deep within Jiang Hui’s Sea of Consciousness.

At this moment.

This seed began to glow, emitting a searing feeling, frantically warning Jiang Hui of an unimaginable crisis.

Jiang Hui’s heart was in turmoil, without a moment’s hesitation, he forcibly attempted to awaken from his meditative state.

It surprisingly failed.

Mysteriously, a power hindered his awakening.

At this point, Jiang Hui was very sure that he was encountering something unusual, not in a state of sudden enlightenment.

Considering the added effect of the Questioning Path Divine Bamboo Forest, it was not easy to achieve sudden enlightenment, so how could he do so just by taking a nap?

Perhaps it was due to having been intimate with Ru Yan just earlier, causing himself to be immersed, unwittingly letting his guard down.

But with his strength here as it was, no ordinary opponent could manipulate or outmaneuver him, no matter the circumstances.

An intense sense of crisis continuously came over him, yet Jiang Hui did not forcibly break from this state.

Confident in his skills, he wanted to see what was causing such an effect on him.

The inverted world regained its depth, filled with never-ending mountain ranges, rising and falling in layers upon layers.

Among the mountains, sounds of flowing water emerged, gurgling streams, trickling waters, resembling an Immortal Realm.

However, Jiang Hui saw clearly.

Those weren’t mountain ranges and streams at all, but heaps of skeletons and flesh forming bonemountains and meat hills.

Those weren’t streams, but blood streams in the palace, white brain matter collecting into a brain lake.

On the lake, a lone boat floated.

The bamboo-thatched roof was painted black, somewhat shiny, looking no different from an ordinary black-covered boat.

But an ordinary black-covered boat certainly wouldn’t appear in Jiang Hui’s dream, nor would it float on a lake of brain matter.

Sitting on the boat was a shadow as dark as the vessel itself, holding an oar, rowing the small boat.

Despite there being no rain, the figure donned a raincoat.

As Jiang Hui looked at the figure,

the figure simultaneously gazed at Jiang Hui, lips curling into a smile.

Though the figure clearly turned towards Jiang Hui, even giving him a feeling of proximity, he still couldn’t see the person’s face clearly.

It wasn’t vague; he simply couldn’t discern any details.

"In my own dream, you dare to play tricks!" Ever since becoming the Immortal Emperor, when had he ever been so stifled? He immediately yelled, clenching a Fist Seal and charging straight at the black-covered boat.

With his current strength, even if one of the Bizarre Ten Ancestors descended, they couldn’t easily gain advantages from him if just a single one.

Jiang Hui’s fist struck like a dragon, battling all around, invincible as it pressed heaven and earth, his unmatched aura, blood energy completely boiling over, his killing intent cold and unmasked.

No one should ever dream of playing tricks in front of him!