Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1564 - 958: Voice of the Ancestral Land_2

Chapter 1564: Chapter 958: Voice of the Ancestral Land_2

In order to verify this hypothesis, Jiang Hui’s mind stirred, and he immediately controlled the budding Rule to squeeze towards the black mist.

The "black mist" burst into shrill howls, like the most malicious curse between heaven and earth, striking directly at the depths of the soul, sending chills down one’s spine.

However, Jiang Hui seemed detached, as those curses only sounded harsh to him, without any other impact.

He clearly felt that the polluting negative substances were blocked by an invisible barrier the moment they touched the budding Rule, unable to advance an inch.

Jiang Hui’s expression turned from worry to joy.

He was not mistaken. The budding Rule had not been polluted.

There was even a possibility that the budding Rule had proactively identified the primordial mysterious material attempting a covert "raid" and had restrained it.

Realizing this, Jiang Hui’s heart was filled with gratitude that he had a sudden inspiration to seal the portal, inadvertently deducing the need to create his own Rule.

Otherwise, this time, not only would it have been impossible to break free so easily, but he might have also fallen into the Phantom Primordial Ancestor’s scheme.

A night passed without words.

Jiang Hui slept very comfortably.

Meanwhile.

Deep within the dire land.

Ruins stretched as far as the eye could see, built at unknown times, all destroyed over endless ages.

Even Immortal Gold, unless it gains spirit, would face extinction in the passage of time.

Here lies the true core Forbidden Area of the Highland.

Ancestral Land.

Even bizarre spirits of the boundary level cannot step into it.

They can only devoutly gaze at the edge of the dire land, hoping for a scattered response from the Primordial Ancestor.

In the center of the Ancestral Land, a mysterious aged and vigorous ancient tree takes root in the black permafrost, its roots reaching the heavens.

The incomprehensibly large trunk is shrouded in unimaginable mysterious material, mysterious, vast, symbolizing endless destruction, beyond creation.

This is a bizarrely transformed World Tree, alive for countless ages, having endured many epochs, seemingly existing with time itself, born and perishing together.

The dense canopy is unimaginably vast, so large it could even cover half the Highland.

Under the evolution of endless years, coupled with mysterious power, this World Tree can even be regarded as the mother of mother trees, suppressing with immense Law Power.

It communicates with myriad paths, and as its robust branches collide, myriad paths roar, and countless Law Orders spray forth.

The scene is quite magnificent.

Under the canopy, ten caskets hang there, seemingly unchanged since ancient times.

Beneath the caskets, a sound of flowing water murmurs, as if an invisible river runs through here, finally converging at some unknown place.

At this moment, one of the ten pitch-black caskets is wide open, and a figure steps out.

It is none other than the Ninth Ancestor, who first acted against Jiang Hui.

Jiang Hui was not wrong; the method of dragging him into mysterious space, while exceptionally defiant of the heavens,

can directly bypass barriers of karma, fate, time, and space.

But it also has a significant limitation, which is that once used, it cannot be employed again for a long time.

Yet Jiang Hui deeply troubled the Ninth Ancestor, who deemed him an absolute threat that must be eradicated swiftly, or else it would inevitably affect their eternal grand plan.

For this reason, he asked the Tenth Ancestor to take action.

Phantom Primordial Ancestors, sharing the same breath and branches.

The Tenth Ancestor naturally agreed.

...

The Ninth Ancestor looked at the Tenth Ancestor’s casket, feeling restless and uneasy. In theory, with such a long time passed, even if secretly guarding against the opponent’s ability to break free, it should have been possible to suppress that ant instantly with overwhelming means.

Yet until now, no information has been transmitted.

"Crack!"

At this moment.

The lid of the Tenth Ancestor’s casket was opened.

A figure emerged from inside.

Although only a skeleton with strips of flesh hung on it remained of the Tenth Ancestor, one could still feel the somber expression.

"It seems the opponent’s strength has advanced somewhat again; in this state, not only did I fail to suppress the opponent, but I also gained no advantage at all," the Tenth Ancestor stated candidly, looking at the Ninth Ancestor, recounting the experience of this journey.

The Ninth Ancestor was greatly shocked.

"Tenth Ancestor, do your words hold true? When I made my move, the opponent could only flee in distress."

The Tenth Ancestor opened its mouth, a tusk covered in cracks; it did not repair it, keeping it as evidence.

After the Ninth Ancestor had looked at it, a trace of black light immediately flashed on the cracked fangs, repairing the damaged fangs.

"It seems, this person must be eliminated."

The Ninth Ancestor’s expression was sinister and terrifying, extremely ferocious,

Then,

The Second Phantom Ancestor awakened the Eighth Ancestor again.

"Why have the two of you awakened me?"

The True Body of the Eighth Ancestor was stained with blood, its body was withered, like dried meat that had been exposed to the sun, with only a layer of shriveled skin covering it.

The Ninth Ancestor recounted the events truthfully.

Upon hearing this, the Eighth Ancestor was silent, saying nothing, his expression surprised.

The recently defeated Tenth Ancestor spoke, his voice resonant: "That person is very peculiar, and fate cannot be glimpsed, as if he does not belong to any era."

"Oh? Is it that person?"

The Eighth Ancestor thought of something, suddenly inquiring.

"It is not, according to our offspring, this person is revered as the Master of the Holy Land by the beings of that domain.

Moreover, I have checked the memory images, and they bear no resemblance to the figure we deduced."

The Ninth Ancestor said.

"Since it is not, let us leave him be for now. Despite having taken that step, we are still considered to be within the Emperor Realm.

This realm cannot be strictly defined as a grand realm, and for him to possess some means is reasonable.

But no matter how unmatched the Heavenly appearance of the Master of the Holy Land is, what difference does it make?

In the end, he is merely at the same realm as us.

Relying on the Ancestral Land, if we act together, subduing him is not difficult.

Our most important task now is to find out where the True Body of that figure is hiding."

The Eighth Ancestor spoke solemnly, his voice akin to a loud bell, resonating in the depths of the Ancestral Land.

He was extremely arrogant, believing that even if the Master of the Holy Land eventually grew to the same realm, he could still be suppressed.

The previous woman, a Sacrifice Path practitioner, who attacked the Highland intending to end them, was so strong, that she could kill them only for them to revitalize, but ultimately was suppressed by them.

They do not fear beings reaching this realm, for a Sacrificial Spirit’s Primordial Spirit is most precious.

Their only concern is being unable to suppress a being that reaches this realm.

Such as the one in the future, separated by long ages, unable to be killed or suppressed.

The Ninth Ancestor and Tenth Ancestor’s faces changed, and before their eyes appeared a figure, though wounded, yet towering and unchallenged.

At their level, seclusion is useless, most of their time is actually spent in slumber.

But it is not genuine hibernation.

The silence is for deducing the path of current events, clearing all obstacles to their ultimate plan, all uncontrollable factors.

With time turned into an ocean, never ending, though they are on the Sacrifice Path, above all beings, they cannot control everything.

Uncertain ancient history will inevitably need individuals or things to act at specific points.

For this, they have prepared countless epochs, from the oldest ages, killing their way to the present, extinguishing the flames of civilization for the final step.

Originally, everything was proceeding in an orderly manner,

But not long ago, in the void, they sensed some terrifying things.

The future path shows massive changes, and is beyond their control.

If not handled carefully, it could affect the existence and survival of the entire Bizarre Clan, even the ten Primordial Ancestors.

And after years of deduction, they have made some progress, vaguely seeing images of changes.

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

What unsettles them is that this figure is merely a doppelganger.

That person reached their level, and a doppelganger could possess power not weaker than the main body.

Even so, relying on a doppelganger alone to battle them through countless ages still makes them feel dread.

Because this means even if they eliminate the doppelganger, it would not pose a threat to the main body.

That main body still lurks in unknown realms, waiting for the right moment to strike.

The opponent has concealed all traces, not present in ancient history, even they cannot deduce it, and until now, they do not know the opponent’s name.

But the more it is like this, the more they feel dread.

Never before in countless ages has this situation occurred, first time ever shown.