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Chapter 1582 - 967: We, Will Come Back Again!_2

Chapter 1582: Chapter 967: We, Will Come Back Again!_2

At present, being struck repeatedly and coughing up blood, how truly tragic, how truly fierce?

Like Emperor Gu, Banished Immortal Emperor, Ten Heavenly Emperors, Emperor Huang...

Such world-shaking exists, with heroic military spirit, surpassing predecessors, should anywhere they touch, all such dark disasters be suppressed, all clans welcoming the most glorious and splendid era.

But turning around, they face even more terrifying catastrophe, and including the True Emperor, in order to defend the Immortal Domain, to give the ten thousand clans a place to stay, they all fight desperately!

Imagine, even the Imperial City is so desperate, even though battling with one’s life, it’s of no use, flowing is their own blood.

Rivers of blood, corpses across ships, are they not more desperate!!

And this despair makes hearts pound.

The dome.

Annihilation and rebirth countless times.

Here long riddled with holes, ravaged beyond recognition, the rules have all been severed, the Great Taoist moans.

Three giant dark shadows display immense power, not hurrying to completely suppress Gu Chen and others, like a cat teasing a mouse, neither impatient nor anxious, because victory is theirs.

"These beings are clearly weak, yet possess unimaginable potential; if undiscovered earlier, in future, might pose considerable influence on us."

A shadow speaks.

These ants are weak only relative to them, if given enough time, the future may allow them to advance further, even step into the realm of the Immortal Emperor.

How exaggerated this is!

Know that an era can hardly birth a single emperor.

Even other clans, aided by the mysterious primordial material, only birthed ten Phantom Immortal Emperors.

These people all have a hint of possibility.

"Years mottled, vast changes, when this memory returns to the main body, will become a rare savoring fragment during silent years. For us, it counts as a unique meaning."

Another shadow speaks.

The third shadow gazes at Jiang Hui, with indisputable firmness, speaking word by word, voice like thunder:

"We have already said, throughout ancient years to present, regardless of how heaven and earth evolve, regardless of universe’s annihilation and rebirth, never has anyone been able to flaunt individualism before us!"

With thunderous voice, Gu Chen and others’ bodies shatter again, forcibly smashed by boundless strength.

Jiang Hui remains silent, seemingly indifferent.

He does not act as before to help Gu Chen and others rebuild their bodies.

His gaze is profound and complex, brewing a bold plan.

Jiang Hui watches those three giant dark shadows, thoughts flying in his mind.

"Perhaps I could use the Netherworld Underworld I founded for a sky-covering tactic." Jiang Hui secretly considers.

Facing those three shadows, truly few useful chips in his hand, only the Netherworld Underworld line he established might be put to use.

The Underworld is peculiar, even though he founded it, he cannot freely control it, like personnel arrangements need Underworld’s own recognition.

And any element forming the Underworld, structure, are rare items, even among rare items, of high value.

Such many rare item combinations naturally birth some hidden attributes.

Naturally for the Underworld, unseen by living people, is one.

At this time, Jiang Hui’s internal Cangtian Dao senses its owner’s thought, circulating rapidly like a rushing river, ceaselessly flowing.

Meanwhile, the rule sprout already hidden at the brow’s Sea of Consciousness spins, releasing primordial vitality, while extending a thread of rule power unique to Jiang Hui.

This special thread of rule power flows Cangtian Dao, unseen and unnoticed, truly exists, finally falling into the Netherworld Underworld.

There, immediately grows a huge obscure flower, in the blink of an eye, already mountain-sized.

The flower gorgeous, petals connected one to another, dewdrops rolling on top, slowly unfolding visibly.

Simultaneously, mysterious power inside Jiang Hui is swallowed, transforms into a source to restore his injuries.

Though Jiang Hui cannot use this power to challenge that shadow across realms, but sustains till the end and has leftover strength to communicate with the Underworld, using Cangtian Dao and rule sprout to aid...

At this moment, Jiang Hui closes his eyes, mind sinking into that vast sea of karma.

He seems to hear the light clang of karma chains, each sound carrying the weight of past and future.

The karma sea exerts an irresistible force like raging waves against the shore, unstoppable.

Jiang Hui gains insight and understanding.

"Simply using rule sprout, Cangtian Dao, and Netherworld Underworld is insufficient, although the premise is there, but if a single misstep, possible for Phantom Primordial Ancestor to sense some anomaly from years, only combining Immortal Domain itself, using oneself as lead, communicating with the entire Immortal Domain, and accurately, borrowing the karma sea of it."

Only then can lay an unprecedented ’sky-covering’ grand scheme.

Thinking till here, Jiang Hui instantly opens his eyes, hands form seals, mouth chanting incantations.

Intricate spells echo in the void, penetrating the barriers of time and space.

"Willingly offer my body, transform into a bridge, connect heaven and earth, obscure heavenly secrets!"

With incantations ringing, unknown to all, within the dimension only belonging to Immortal Domain.

There is another side of Immortal Domain, every inch of land, every leaf, every drop of dew, even tens of millions of living beings, ten thousand clans’ creatures, seem to feel some summons, start to emit faint light. These lights converge into a river, finally flowing to Jiang Hui’s location, merging with his body.

Jiang Hui’s body at this moment becomes transparent, seeming to fuse with the entire Immortal Domain, his soul and consciousness transform into the bridge connecting Immortal Domain and the outside, guiding the power of karma sea, weaving illusions to obscure Phantom Primordial Ancestor’s perception.

In the imagery, Immortal Domain collapses, mountains and rivers shatter, living beings suffer, Jiang Hui also tightly suppressed by that shadow, unable to move. All of this seems so real, even the strongest struggles to distinguish truth from false.

And there, on the highland, Phantom Primordial Ancestor quietly gazes at all, eyes flickering with dark light, seems to perceive all worldly falsehoods. Yet, this time, he’s captivated by Jiang Hui’s carefully arranged illusion, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Humph, mere ants, dare to recklessly challenge my majesty? Immortal Domain is destroyed, Jiang Hui is also suppressed, this land faces no more obstacles." Phantom Primordial Ancestor’s voice reverberates on the highland, with endless majesty and indifference.

He lightly waves his hand, those restrained karma forces seem unleashed, transformed into black streamers flying in different directions, seeming to announce Immortal Domain’s end. Yet, Phantom Primordial Ancestor fails to notice, within those streamers, hides Jiang Hui’s final subtle connection—the indiscernible karma threads silently linking Immortal Domain with the outside, laying groundwork for future resurgence.

With Phantom Primordial Ancestor’s departure, the highland again returns to tranquility, but beneath that tranquility, hides unrecognized turbulent undercurrents. Jiang Hui’s body slowly dissipates in the void, yet his consciousness tightly connects with the entire Immortal Domain, seemingly never departed.

Across this sky-covering drama, Jiang Hui not only successfully deceives Phantom Primordial Ancestor’s perception but also plants a seed of hope in tens of millions of living beings’ hearts. He knows, the true battle is not over, but as long as there’s light in the heart, hope never extinguishes.

Time flows like water, when karma sea re-envelops Immortal Domain, everything seems to return to the beginning, though somewhat altered. Those broken world epochs slowly repair under Jiang Hui’s guidance, vitality emerges again. While tens of millions of living beings, ten thousand clans’ creatures, also received baptism in the process, their souls are more resilient, will firmer.

Here is not desolate and lonely, instead bustling. Even from afar, hear the sound of hawking, shouting. Ghosts come and go, incessant flow, seemingly an alternative world.

Jiang Hui takes a deep breath, figure flashes, arrives at the Netherworld Underworld entrance. He looks at the eerie plaque, yet heart filled with confidence and anticipation. He knows, only using Netherworld Underworld’s special nature can achieve his plan.

He steps into the Underworld, seeing here gloomy, foggy, yet bustling.