Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1562 - 957: Teach This Woman a Good Lesson_2

Chapter 1562: Chapter 957: Teach This Woman a Good Lesson_2

Liu RuYan stopped in her tracks, seeming to have made up her mind, and looked up at Emperor Huanfen: "Indeed, there’s a bit of private matter."

"Oh, feel free to speak!"

Emperor Huanfen was very curious.

They had never met before, nor could they have known each other, though while leading the way earlier, they had exchanged a few words, their state was quite off.

And frankly, even though Miss Liu had no hostile intention towards her at that time, it was merely a chance encounter.

On her journey thus far, the number of chance encounters could not be said to be in the billions, but at least in the trillions.

Rarely, very rarely, had she engaged in pleasant conversations after only a few words, like with Brother Jiang of the Dao.

And frankly speaking.

Even between her and Brother Jiang of the Dao, it wasn’t as though they hit it off immediately; there was a life-saving grace in between.

If not for that, it would have been difficult to hit it off with just a few words.

Of course, this also had something to do with Emperor Huanfen’s character.

Her character somewhat resembled the heroines of Jianghu, full of heroic spirit and boundless boldness, making it easy to befriend like-minded people.

Emperor Huanfen stared directly at Liu RuYan, waiting for the latter to respond.

Liu RuYan was somewhat embarrassed to speak.

When it comes to personal matters, women tend to have thinner skin.

Besides, even if she insinuated, it wouldn’t work, as it could easily lead to misunderstandings.

After some thought, Liu RuYan decided to be straightforward.

"I just, just want to ask, what exactly is your relationship with my husband!"

"?"

Emperor Huanfen was stunned.

What do you mean?

What do you mean by what relationship with your husband?

So you’ve come to visit several times just to ask this?

The main point is, why ask this?

No matter how ignorant Emperor Huanfen was on that aspect, she could somewhat discern the meaning in Liu RuYan’s words now.

This was a misunderstanding that there was something inappropriate between her and Brother Jiang of the Dao...

Emperor Huanfen’s expression suddenly turned extremely serious, and she coldly said: "You should not doubt Brother Jiang of the Dao!"

Leaving this sentence, Emperor Huanfen turned around with a stern face, entered the courtyard, and with a wave of her sleeve, the courtyard door closed.

At nightfall, the village turned pitch black.

On the back mountain.

Inside the exclusive bedchamber.

A lively and bustling scene unfolded.

Two snow-white bodies were fiercely entangled.

This continued until the latter half of the night.

Everything finally calmed down.

Jiang Hui had given Liu RuYan quite a lesson, as this little vixen dared to doubt him, she needed to be taught a harsh lesson.

In the latter half of the night.

Liu RuYan had already fallen asleep.

Jiang Hui, however, felt something unusual.

Just as he was about to take action

The scene before him changed.

Just like when he encountered the Ninth Ancestor.

He was once again dragged into that eerie space.

A black shadow rushed out, carrying an endless chill and eeriness, and darted straight at Jiang Hui.

Deep within the accursed land.

Ancestral Land.

Here was the true core forbidden area of the highland.

Even bizarre creatures of the end-path level couldn’t step in.

They could only gaze in reverence from the edges of the accursed land, hoping for a scattered response from the progenitor.

At the center of the Ancestral Land, a mysterious aged and vigorous ancient tree was rooted under the black permafrost, with developed roots connecting to the heavens.

The infinitely massive tree trunk was shrouded with unimaginable mysterious material, enigmatic, vast, symbolizing endless destruction, with no rebirth.

This was a bizarrely transformed World Tree, whose age was unknown, having outlasted countless eras, seemingly existing alongside time itself, born together and moving towards oblivion together.

The lush canopy was extraordinarily large, expansive enough to cover half of the highland.

Under the evolution of long ages, coupled with mysterious power, this World Tree can indeed be considered the mother of Mother Trees, vast law power suppressing infinity.

It connects myriad paths, as its vigorous branches collide, countless law orders scatter.

The scene is magnificent.

Ten coffins hang beneath the canopy, seemingly unchanged through eternity.

Beneath the coffins, a flowing sound murmurs, as if invisible rivers flow from here, ultimately converging in some unknown place.

At this moment, from three of the ten black coffins, three figures emerge.

These are the eighth, ninth, and tenth ancestors who previously suppressed Emperor Huanfen.

After the defeat of the tenth ancestor, the ninth ancestor awoke the eighth ancestor once again.

"For what matter do you two awaken me?"

The true body of the eighth ancestor is covered in blood, its stature desolate, resembling dried meat, dried and sunbaked, with only a dried-up skin enveloping it.

The ninth ancestor tells the tale in detail.

Upon hearing, the eighth ancestor remains silent, wordless, with a face of awe.

The recently defeated tenth ancestor speaks, his voice vast: "That person is very sinister, and cannot be spotted by karma, as if he doesn’t belong to any fragment of time."

"Is it that person?"

The eighth ancestor suddenly inquires, having thought of something.

"It is not. Our progeny reverently regards this person as the master of that realm’s Holy Land.

And I have already inspected memory images; there is no similarity with the silhouette we deduced."

The ninth ancestor responds.

"If not, then let us not concern ourselves with him for the moment. Although we have taken that step, in truth, we still belong to the Emperor Realm.

This realm isn’t strictly a great realm; as he reaches the end of the path, he naturally possesses certain means.

But regardless of how unparalleled the master of the Holy Land’s heavenly appearance may be,

in the end, he is at most of the same realm as us.

By relying on the Ancestor Emperor, it is not difficult to suppress and kill him.

The most important thing for us now is to discover where that silhouette’s true body is hidden."

The eighth ancestor speaks deeply, his voice like a great bell, echoing through the depths of the Ancestral Land.

He is extremely self-assured, unruly and extraordinary, believing that even if the master of the Holy Land reaches the same realm, what of it? He would still be suppressed.

That female Sacrifice Path practitioner who previously fought to reach the Highland, intending to end them, was extremely powerful, resurrecting all of them; yet ultimately, were they not suppressed?

They aren’t afraid of any spirit reaching this realm; a sacrificial spirit’s primordial spirit is most precious.

They are only worried about being unable to suppress spirits entering this realm.

The faces of the ninth ancestor and tenth ancestor change, a blood-stained yet towering figure, like a single man blocking countless adversaries, looming before their eyes.

At their level, retreat is no longer useful; most of the time, they’re in slumber.

But it’s not true slumber in the literal sense.

The reason for their silence is to deduce the current path during dormancy, clearing away all obstacles to their ultimate plan.

They have prepared for countless aeons for this, slaughtering from the oldest ages to the present, extinguishing the flames of civilization, but all for the final step.

Originally, everything proceeded smoothly,

but just recently, in the void, they sensed some frightening occurrences.

The future path shows great variability, beyond their control.

Handled improperly, it might affect the life and death of the entire Bizarre Clan or even their ten ancestors.

And after years of deduction, they’ve progressed, vaguely seeing some images of change.

In the future, a towering figure will confront them, battling through countless eras.

Most unsettling is that the figure is merely a clone.

Reaching their level, that person’s clone possesses power not weaker than the main body.

But even so, merely relying on a clone to battle them for countless ages is chilling.

Because this implies even if they destroy that clone, it won’t endanger the other’s main body.

The main body still lurks in unknown places, waiting for the right moment to act.

The opponent has concealed all traces of himself, from ancient times to now, absent from ancient histories, even they can’t deduce it, and still don’t know the opponent’s name.

But this only makes them feel more eerie.

They, having achieved the Dao from the oldest ages to now, existed before the opening of heaven and earth, the reincarnation of sentient beings, and the extinction of the universe, mere words to them.

For countless ages, they’ve never encountered such a situation.

"Ten is the set number, we are ten, the road’s end level is ten, eternally unchanged, it is indeed unimaginable for the Holy Land’s master to kill one of our realm’s spirits... but we have more important matters now...

Find the clone’s main body, annihilate it, erase all traces of its existence from ancient history."

The eighth ancestor looks toward a part of the highland, slowly opening his mouth, seemingly murmuring to himself, "Fixed numbers, none can change them, like the ebb of ages, immortal and unending, like eternally exhausting grains of sand..."

With the eighth ancestor’s voice falling.