Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1542 - 947: The 10th Ancestor_2

Chapter 1542: Chapter 947: The 10th Ancestor_2

It hurts a lot.

Feels like even the Primordial Spirit is being torn apart.

But it’s also refreshing, utterly exhilarated.

In this unknown space, he could move without restraint, wielding his power with abandon, without worrying about the residual force spreading.

"Cough..."

Jiang Hui suddenly coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

Lowering his head to look.

Unbeknownst to him, at some point, the area at his left chest had been pierced by the tip of a remaining finger bone,

golden Imperial Blood gushed out, dazzling and bright, staining the surrounding void.

The sharp crimson knuckle was shrouded with mysterious power, dense as if tangible, frantically rushing towards the blood opening.

Almost at the same moment.

The originally dazzling golden Imperial Blood turned a filthy black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Traces of dark intent permeated there, bypassing Jiang Hui’s flesh, attempting to penetrate into his Primordial Spirit.

Jiang Hui’s gaze was bright, silent, his expression remained calm.

"Swish!"

A sharp silver light descended from above.

He wielded the Tyrant Knife, severing himself before the mysterious power could completely infiltrate the Primordial Spirit, leaving only his head suspended in the air.

The Tyrant Knife, under no one’s command, let out a long cry, the clang of metal ringing, it floated around Jiang Hui spontaneously, protecting its master, the intangible knife intent filled the surroundings, like a melancholy autumn wind, filled with sorrow.

Yet, below Jiang Hui’s head, no Imperial Blood flowed.

The dim golden light covering the cut was dazzling infinitely, impossible to gaze upon, blinding to the eye.

In the next moment,

golden fluid flowed like sweet nectar, from below Jiang Hui’s head, bones grew out of thin air,

next were the internal organs, flesh and blood...

Soon, a large hand with distinct knuckles once again grasped the seemingly intangible Tyrant Knife.

With its master unharmed, the Tyrant Knife vibrated with excitement, trembling with anticipation.

"There’s no way your master would give up so easily, what are you thinking?"

The Tyrant Knife had a spirit, Jiang Hui comforted it, feeling the message conveyed within, he said casually.

"We peer through the ages, eliminating all stubborn resistance, yet somehow overlooked you, it shouldn’t have been."

The floating flesh and blood reassembled into a black figure in a raincoat, taking steps forward, its tall and thin body slightly bent, looking down at Jiang Hui.

In the utterly ordinary facial features, the eyes were like eagles, speaking with an archaic tone.

The voice contained both confusion and incredulity.

For they overlook endless ages, reincarnation persists, the Great Taoist Rule lies within, presiding over countless temporal nodes, everything is under control, such occurrences are rare, even fewer beings rise to emperorship unnoticed by them.

If it weren’t for its descendants inadvertently discovering it, they would still be in the dark.

However...

Black Shadow’s body emitted surging Heavenly Demon aura:

"Yet you ultimately revealed yourself...

We, backed by the Highland, invincible through ages, sweeping across the world, whoever reaches the end of the road or has potential, past, present, future, throughout the ages, we’ve eradicated them, not a drop of blood, not a speck of dust left behind, no one remembers them in this world, and now, I will send you on your way.

Before you die, you have the right to know my title.

I am the Tenth Ancestor!"

The last word fell, and the figure in the raincoat grew immensely vast.

Behind it,

a majestic, boundless Imperial throne manifested.

The Tenth Ancestor wore the Crown, his appearance no longer plain, becoming handsome and extraordinary, very young, seated high on the Imperial throne, surrounded by swirling Star River, Rules roared, overlooking the world, holding life and death, rewards and punishments, all in his hands.

Compared to him, Jiang Hui appeared like an ant.

"Are you done talking? If so, it’s my turn, right?"

Jiang Hui raised his head, his gaze unwavering.

"Oh, what more can you say?" The Tenth Ancestor’s voice bore no emotional fluctuation.

"What I have to say is..."

"Clang!"

Before the words were finished, the blade light swept across the ground, stirring the Universe’s Frontier Wilderness, Jiang Hui remained silent, unleashing astonishing momentum.

Gripping the Tyrant Knife, ignoring the approaching bone claws, he cut towards the reformed Phantom Primordial Ancestor.

In the Blood Lake, those bone claws gathered, as if to completely overwhelm Jiang Hui.

Jiang Hui’s face remained cold, swinging the Tyrant Knife, severing them one by one.

The Phantom Primordial Ancestor sitting high on the emperor’s throne remained motionless from beginning to end.

His eyes, like two black suns, remained calm and unruffled,

as if he had long foreseen Jiang Hui’s sudden attack.

Jiang Hui’s heart skipped a beat without reason.

He had not yet reacted.

Suddenly, everything before him became hazy.

An unknown radiance descended, unimaginable black suns hung in the sky, black flames capable of burning all.

The place was crumbling.

And reorganizing.

Jiang Hui saw it clearly.

Those were not black suns at all, clearly formed by the Destruction Law, representing the ultimate Destruction Taoist Rule.

"Boom!"

A huge hand descended, tearing through time, severing karma, erasing the line of destiny, binding Jiang Hui in place.

His veins bulged fiercely, he exerted everything to break free, trying hard to burst forth from the restraint.

"Crack."

All around, the void continually collapsed, flesh mountains crumbled, blood lakes dried up, this world was no longer stable and became precarious and dangerous.

"Hm?"

The Tenth Ancestor sitting high on the emperor’s throne finally showed a change on his face, fleetingly pressed down the huge hand, numerous black suns fell together.

Bang!

It suddenly opened up here.

No matter how many universes, thousands of Taoist rules, they all must be obliterated now, return to the origin of everything.

Jiang Hui’s body, primordial spirit, directly received an unprecedented "baptism!", also having to return to the origin.

His soul trembled,

his newly restored body ceased to exist, the primordial spirit at the center of his sea of consciousness, wrapped by the law seed, broke free from the huge hand’s restraint.

This battle was extremely difficult.

The body was completely gone.

Luckily, the primordial spirit was very safe in the wrapping of the law seed.

Jiang Hui couldn’t help but feel fortunate for wanting to practice the Great Taoist Rule back then.

If not, even if the primordial spirit survived, it would suffer unimaginable damage.

"Is this the strength of the road’s end level?"

Jiang Hui withdrew, unknown how far, that majestic figure sitting high on the emperor’s throne still clear in sight.

"Only a single primordial spirit remains, you are not my match."

The Tenth Ancestor’s voice thundered, as if every moment a dharma decree was descending, overly exaggerated.

And such beings, there were ten in the shadows.

"Kill!"

Jiang Hui went completely mad, even if it was just his primordial spirit, he would fight to exhaustion and die.

"Slash!"

Breaking free from restraint, Tyrant Knife charged ahead, the terrifying blade light cut through ancient history, traversed time, landing on the Tenth Ancestor.

At the same time, a primitive and complex "kill" Dao Talisman also landed on the Tenth Ancestor.

Blood splattered, the Tenth Ancestor retreated, a huge gap tore open in his chest, revealing the organs inside.

His face was grim, unexpectedly the opponent, even in this state, could unleash such terrifying power.

Now was not like before.

To successfully suppress the opponent, he forcibly used some secret technique; at this moment, Nai his true body descended into this separately deprived time, temporarily losing the ancestral land’s resurrection blessing.

"You... can actually hurt me!" The Tenth Ancestor’s voice for the first time revealed incredulous rage, his handsome extraordinary face shadowed.

Jiang Hui, though only left with his primordial spirit, his eyes still flickered with unyielding light, he coldly smiled and said: "Hmph, if not for you all relying on the ancestral land’s power, how could I fall into such a state? Today, let you all know that even a primordial spirit can shine brilliantly!"

While speaking, Jiang Hui’s whole body surged with the power of laws, that ancient and complex "kill" Dao Talisman floated above his head, continually exuding killing aura, merging with Jiang Hui’s own will, making his attacks even more fierce.

Cangtian Dao.

Since there is one Cangtian Dao, what need is there for any other Dao!

Much like the Tyrant Knife, absolutely dominant, solely supreme.

The Tenth Ancestor snorted coldly, his demon energy intensified, his wound healed at a visible speed, he coldly stared at Jiang Hui and said: "A mere primordial spirit dares to boast. I will let you know true despair!"

After speaking, the Tenth Ancestor formed a sealing technique with both hands, behind him the emperor’s throne burst with light, gathering into a force to annihilate the heavens and earth, blasting towards Jiang Hui.

Seeing this, Jiang Hui didn’t retreat but advanced, driving the power of primordial spirit to the utmost, the Cangtian Dao on his head thundered out, the whole space roared, trembling completely unable to withstand this force and crumbled...

The Tenth Ancestor’s expression changed drastically.