Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1565 - 959: Jiang Hui Has a Child

Chapter 1565: Chapter 959: Jiang Hui Has a Child

They attained enlightenment from the most ancient ages until now, existing before the heavens and earth were opened. The reincarnation of living beings, the annihilation of the Universe, the future of myriad worlds, all hinge upon a mere word, a mere thought of theirs.

"Ten is the definite number; we are ten, the end of the path also makes ten, unchanged through eternity. That Master of the Holy Land can indeed slay one being of equal realm among us, truly unimaginable... Yet we have other pressing matters at hand..."

The silhouette of the Eighth Ancestor flickered in the overwhelming black mist, unclear, infinitely vague, as if it had never existed in this era.

Even if the True Body stood here, it still couldn’t be fathomed, couldn’t be detected.

Amidst the eerie roar, the Eighth Ancestor continued systematically:

"Find the True Body of that avatar, kill it with finality, erase all traces of its existence, and obliterate the ancient history."

The Eighth Ancestor looked toward a place on the highland, speaking slowly, seemingly to himself,

"This definite number, no one can change it, like the cycle of time, immortal and undying, like the ever-ending grains of sand... Even we..."

"Boom!"

As the voice of the Eighth Ancestor fell.

It seemed to validate these words.

At a certain place in the wasteland.

A brilliant black light descended from above, vast and mysterious, showering upon a Mysterious Supreme Giant.

In the next moment, the aura and realm of the Mysterious Immortal King, originally at the Pinnacle Level, visibly soared.

"Boom!"

As if the heavens and earth were collapsing, the Universe annihilating.

The myriad ways were resonating!

The next moment.

The Mysterious Giant enveloped in the radiant light directly achieved Emperor status, stepping into the end of the path realm.

The cycle of the Bizarre Clan’s end of the path count was completed.

No bizarre being knew that on the highland, their ancestors totaled ten.

And the bizarre beings at the end of the path realm also numbered ten.

Nine is the extreme number.

But here, ten is the definite number.

The count of the end and the Sacrifice Path must both be maintained at this number.

Once lacking, a successor will instantly attain ultimate transcendence, crossing into this realm.

Similarly.

Even their Ten Great Ancestors are like this; after the fall, a bizarre being at the end of the path realm will immediately experience the highest ascension, becoming a new ancestor.

Upon complete advancement to the end of the path realm, the Mysterious Giant illuminated by black light finally came to its senses, its expression utterly shocked.

Unimaginable, how its power reached the end of the path level in such a brief moment.

"This...?"

The newly ascended Mysterious Giant of the end of the path realm murmured, its voice trembling with disbelief.

It gazed afar and saw three towering figures standing amid the swirling black fog.

"Ancestors!"

Its mind trembled, it knelt to the ground, crazily bowing toward the Eighth Ancestor, Ninth Ancestor, and Tenth Ancestor hidden in the fog, extremely devout.

The three Mysterious Ancestors either meditated with closed eyes or stood quietly, overlooking this newly advanced being of the end of the path realm.

The gaze of the Eighth Ancestor was profound, "This is the rule, it’s destiny, it’s inescapable, nowhere to escape, only to reach..."

The last sentence was left unfinished.

The Ninth Ancestor and Tenth Ancestor understood the underlying meaning of the Eighth Ancestor’s words.

Which was to temporarily abandon that person, fully concentrate on the divination.

Divine the person and those relevant to that person.

Preferably divine where that person’s True Body is hidden.

If across past ages unable to suppress the opponent, then utterly erase them in their Cultivation System.

Erased in the past, eradicate their foundation, everything no longer exists, the opponent will dissipate.

After hearing, the Ninth Ancestor and the Tenth Ancestor both nodded solemnly.

Only by thoroughly understanding that concealed threat can they securely plan for the future.

"However if as the two said, that Master of the Holy Land may not be our primary foe, yet cannot be underestimated.

All things that reach the end of the path are all extraordinary, all have potential to contend for the Sacrifice Path."

The Eighth Ancestor pondered momentarily, adding, "Thus, we shall use a drop of Ancestor’s blood, transform it into a world-ending calamity, cause its foundation to collapse, bring tranquility to its world, to prevent future variables."

The voice of the Eighth Ancestor resounded like ancient thunder, echoing in the depths of the Ancestral Land: "All things in the world have a definite number, the fate of that world must conform to the Heavenly Dao, return to silence, never to reincarnate. This is heavenly destiny, uncontestable."

Mysterious Ancestors, occupying high status and power, strength so immense, they can sway All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, one glance causes Stars to fall, worlds to silence.

Yet they act with utmost caution, leaving nothing that might affect the grand scheme unnoticed.

Precisely because of this, the Ninth Ancestor and the Tenth Ancestor personally intervened.

The Eighth Ancestor, though did not step into the fray personally, wasn’t indifferent to Jiang Hui, the Master of the Holy Land, but had an even greater mission awaiting him, concerning the future of the entire Bizarre Clan and even the life and death of their Ten Ancestors.

Such a significant matter, even a minor error would lead to irreversible doom.

As for the intruder named Jiang Hui who suddenly appeared in their sight, several Mysterious Ancestors never intended to spare him.

After all, the latter’s strength is not weak, and has proven capable of suppressing adversaries of the same realm, thus must be approached with caution.

Only when all obstacles are cleared...

The Eighth Ancestor looked toward a place in the Ancestral Land, where a rumble immediately erupted, the originally flat frozen ground seemed to be dragged by a mighty force, protruding above the horizon.

Subsequently, black earth and stones surged, rolled, and before long, formed an enormous altar.

The altar was dilapidated, its surface pitted, many places even had broken edges.

On the black bricks, ancient atmosphere permeated, steaming, bearing the marks of unimaginable eras.