Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1581 - 967: We, Will Come Back Again!

Chapter 1581: Chapter 967: We, Will Come Back Again!

Only by making the Phantom Primordial Ancestor on the Highland believe that the Immortal Domain and... himself... have been suppressed, annihilated in this era, reaching the end of days, can it be considered as fully surviving this calamity.

Though it sounds a bit like tucking one’s tail, the circumstances make it unavoidable.

Otherwise, if he reveals even greater power, what awaits him would undoubtedly be suppression a hundred or even thousand times bloodier and more brutal.

At that time, the Phantom Primordial Ancestor would spare no cost, even if it means descending personally, to annihilate him across the ages.

As for this thought, it’s not something that suddenly emerged in his mind.

When the Obsidian Blood Pearl appeared, Jiang Hui had already started considering this matter in his heart.

Given the current situation, deceiving heaven and earth is unquestionably the only means to mitigate the great disaster; there’s no other method. At least, Jiang Hui deduced 968 million kinds of methods in an instant, but they all failed, either bringing about even graver crises or demanding costs far exceeding deceiving heaven and earth.

As for whether he regrets it later or not, Jiang Hui believes he stands proud and righteous; moreover, he always thinks things through before acting, never rushing heedlessly. Therefore, he is well aware of the possible impacts and consequences.

Though currently submerged in dire difficulties, the Bizarre Clan has already come knocking; he cannot ignore it.

But, how can he deceive heaven and earth before those three bizarre black shadows?

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

At this moment,

Three gigantic hands that obscure the sky and sun strike across, contrary to expectation, not choosing Jiang Hui but aiming straight at Gu Chen, the Banished Immortal, and others.

"You young one, you are quite remarkable; at this realm, entangling with us for such a period is already unimaginable, you are enough to be proud.

Yet we can sense that your potential has reached its limit, and now you’ve expended your already limited energy to revive those people.

Such a pity, such a pity... those we intend to kill, across eternal ages, no one since the birth of heaven and earth or its demise could ever be saved."

A sound came, resembling a grand bell’s voice, resonating across the sky above the Immortal Domain.

Three gigantic hands traverse everything, wanting to sever the ages and utterly extinguish the life force of Gu Chen and the others.

They are extremely arrogant, the faces beneath the black mist indifferent to all, lofty as if nothing in this world is worth considering, and everything here is under their control.

From beginning to end, the three figures are like the only True Gods, embodiments of the world’s order, adjudicating everything.

The so-called resistance of those ants is merely moths darting to flame, failing to stir any ripples in their emotions.

Watching the ants struggle desperately yet fail to escape their fate is indeed a bit of rare amusement in their long life.

Only this, a life once suppressed by them as a clansman, slightly astonished them, but not much more.

The opponent has already reached their wit’s end; no matter how big the waves, they will never drown the vast ocean.

Through endless years, no one has ever been able to snatch people from their hands.

There never was before, there will not be in the future, and certainly not now.

The aura of the three giant shadows of darkness reached extreme terror.

A tripartite stance.

Vast bodies stepped upon the roaring rapid river of time, sweeping despairing black gloom all around.

The figures stood as if ancient Devil Gods emerging from the Abyss.

Though not strictly the ultimate source of darkness, the power flowing through their blood is connected to the source, enough to dim any myth before them.

At this moment, their strike echoed through the ages as if aiming to engulf the entire Immortal Domain into endless darkness.

Three giant shadows joined forces, their power infinitely close to a Phantom Primordial Ancestor’s personal arrival, causing the entire Immortal Domain to tremble; if not isolated, countless destructions would have occurred.

No matter how extraordinary Gu Chen, the Banished Immortal, the Ten Crown King, and others are, they cannot withstand the terrifying power of these three shadows.

Only seen were three gigantic hands obscuring the sky and sun, striking down with endless pressure, directly causing Gu Chen and others to cough blood repeatedly, their figures staggering, thrown sideways.

Splendid Imperial Blood flew horizontally, vibrating in the sky of the Immortal Domain, hot and dazzling, extremely magnificent, reaching unprecedented heights.

Because it’s not the blood of one person, there was too much.

Imperial Blood of several Quasi-Immortal Emperors melded together, creating a boundless, daunting spectacle.

Even the most radiant starlight in the universe cannot compare to a fraction of this.

Ten Thousand Clans watched, air filled with an intent of extinction, regardless of race, expressions extremely grief-stricken.

Moreover, some beings wept bitterly, yet none stopped them; under such conditions, let alone bitter weeping, even if completely losing control, it’s considered normal.

Even though none could clearly see what happened above the dome, who could not see the splattered Imperial Blood?

Radiant like rosy clouds, strand by strand, resembling the galaxy flowing in the heavens.

Even separated by unknowing distances, people could still feel the despair within.

That is not their despair; it is the despair from the Emperor, the Emperor’s powerlessness.

In the long years of the past, not a single one having appeared, clearly standing at the pinnacle of the world, through ages, the realm of countless unmatched beings, unreachable and unattainable.