Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1593 - 972: The Next Era_2

Chapter 1593: Chapter 972: The Next Era_2

Once exposed, if detected again by the Phantom Primordial Ancestor, everything will go down the drain.

What should have been done and what shouldn’t have been done, I have already done.

From now on, things are beyond my control, although I’m used to planning before doing anything.

But there are certain things, no matter how much you plan, it’s useless.

Let’s take it one step at a time.

Afterward, they chatted leisurely for a bit.

Besides the advice from Jiang Hui, taking advantage of this hard-won time, Ye Fan and the others inquired about breaking through the realm.

The three have stayed in the Quasi-Immortal Emperor realm for quite some time, longing to step into the ultimate path as soon as possible.

During this period, all three deeply felt the gap between themselves and that level.

Even with one foot already stepped in, if they faced a Phantom Immortal Emperor of the ultimate path, even if the three joined forces, they would only be suppressed.

Whether it is Ye Fan, or Emperor Merciless, or Emperor No-Origin, they all desperately hope to significantly enhance their strength, thereby curbing the invasion speed of the Bizarre Clan.

In the mysterious depths of their consciousness, they sense that a gigantic, intangible altar has already been set up in the universe.

Just waiting for the right occasion, it will act, and heads will roll among the living beings of the Ten Thousand Clans.

The so-called Heavenly Sacrifice!

"The path I tread is mine alone... but in fact, all paths lead to the same ultimate end."

Although I am different from others.

However, being an authentic Immortal Emperor, I can offer some worthwhile advice.

Jiang Hui, like an old hand, provided some suggestions he deemed applicable.

In the simplest language, he told the three about the specific differences between the Quasi-Immortal Emperor realm and the Immortal Emperor realm.

This, the trio should be able to perceive somewhat.

But like solving math problems, half-understanding doesn’t lead to the correct answer, at most it leads to some correct intermediary step.

Only by truly comprehending this point can they arrive at the correct answer.

But unlike solving problems, wanting to break through the realm isn’t simply about having a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

After a brief discussion, the Heavenly Covering Trio greatly benefited.

Ye Fan even felt inspired internally, immediately sitting cross-legged, entering a closed-door practice.

When he ended his seclusion, he could no longer sense Jiang Hui’s voice.

"How was it?"

Emperor Merciless and Emperor No-Origin stayed here, protecting Ye Fan during his seclusion.

Seeing Ye Fan open his eyes, they immediately asked.

Ye Fan looked pleasantly surprised, but shook his head: "There’s progress, but it’s not enough."

"A long road ahead."

Emperor No-Origin sighed.

He considers himself heaven-blessed, as if fed by the heavens themselves, breaking through realms has been as simple as drinking water and eating, yet he has never truly grasped the true intent of the Emperor Realm.

The trio did not lack foundation.

Being able to contend with Quasi-Immortal Kings as Red Dust Immortals made them unparalleled, in other worlds they would be Sons of Destiny, now just lacking that final touch.

Emperor Merciless remained silent, blue hair disheveled, brushing against her cheeks.

During Ye Fan’s seclusion, she had been pondering something.

If she remembered correctly, when she first met Brother Jiang of the Dao, his realm was about the same as the trio’s.

At that time, the Everlasting King of Different Domain knocked at the boundary.

An Everlasting King extended a giant hand, intending to directly seize a place within the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

At the critical moment, Brother Jiang of the Dao intervened, saving the beings on that piece of ancient land.

She witnessed that scene from within the ages, and the feeling Brother Jiang of the Dao gave her was merely equivalent to the King’s Domain.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been an even match, but the Everlasting King would have been directly crushed into powder.

The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths wouldn’t have lost so many people.

But if Brother Jiang of the Dao just reached the Immortal Emperor’s Realm during this period... that would be too exaggerated, wouldn’t it?!

Such cultivation speed, as if using cheats, she simply couldn’t empathize with.

In conclusion, the Empress was very puzzled.

She felt that Brother Jiang of the Dao had become increasingly inscrutable.

Feeling an increasingly strong sense of repulsion, the trio no longer lingered and quickly left that era.

Compared to when they arrived, when leaving, the Heavenly Covering Trio was abundantly satisfied.

They arrived with heavy hearts.

Left with spirits lifted, as if a mountain had been lifted off their hearts.

Firstly, of course, they learned that both Jiang Hui and Emperor Huanfen were safe.

Secondly, and most importantly, in Ye Fan’s view, from the state of Brother Jiang of the Dao being unharmed, it wasn’t hard to see that the future is not set in stone.

The so-called predetermined outcomes by the Bizarre Clan are merely self-deception.

Ye Emperor was full of self-confidence, almost exuberant, sweeping away the previous dejected state, feeling invigorated all over, returning to his former self.

Of course, most importantly, it was because Senior Jiang was safe and sound.

A being of the ultimate path, with commendable achievements in repeatedly subduing mysterious beings of the same level, such a rare ally is truly invaluable.

...

"Fellow Daoist, you have impressive means."

In the Underworld, aside from some aspects, such as the vendors at stalls before the Gate of the Ghost that couldn’t be logically understood.

The rest, however, wasn’t much different from the real world.

Once past the Gate of the Ghost, the world was no longer shrouded in black mist, nor was it in perpetual darkness.

There was sunshine, flowing streams, green plants, mountains, various living beings, and even changes in climate, day and night.

This place was like the Void God Realm of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths or the Spiritual Realm of the Immortal Domain.

Yet compared to these, being a world constructed with the spiritual power of fallen Immortal Kings, it was more authentic, a truly genuine world.

In an ancient pavilion, Emperor Huanfen found Jiang Hui, and straightforwardly asked: "But, Fellow Daoist, when do you plan to let me out?"

Even before approaching, the voice had already transmitted over.

The woman had a tall and slender figure, with a snow-white elongated neck, each movement exuding unparalleled elegance.

Her eyes, bright as stars, flickered mysteriously, resting on Jiang Hui through the mottled bamboo forest before the pavilion.

Though amazed by the wonders and extraordinariness of this place, as time passed, Emperor Huanfen unexpectedly found herself with an urge to sink into it.

This sinking doesn’t involve confusion or oblivion.

Instead, it’s akin to long-dry land meeting sweet dew, leaving one completely relaxed.

But that only makes it more terrifying.

Even the mind set upon the Sacrifice Path can be subtly assimilated, most troublingly, she didn’t know what would happen if she were assimilated.

These uncertainties made Emperor Huanfen unprecedentedly cautious towards the Underworld.

If not for knowing it was all the means of Brother Jiang of the Dao, she would have taken action forcibly.

Yet, as the urge to sink grew stronger...

Jiang Hui smiled wryly: "Fellow Daoist Huanfen, do not hurry, the time is not ripe."

Emperor Huanfen walked lightly into the pavilion, in plain clothes, spotless, with a determination that brooked no argument between her brows: "Not ripe? Trapped here for days, I’ve had enough of this confinement."

She gazed at Jiang Hui, seemingly wanting to completely, clearly understand him.

Because that day’s situation changed too suddenly, before she knew it, she was here.

In the air hovered the breath of wraiths.

It seemed, not a place for the living to dwell.

But, outside the creation of heaven and earth, when did such a realm come to exist?

Vast and boundless, with complete rules, and even a resonance akin to different Taos.

Even the beings of the ultimate path couldn’t create such things.

Therefore, at this moment, Emperor Huanfen was very skeptical whether the Jiang Daoist before her was still the same Jiang Daoist...

Normal mysterious powers can erode the mind, pollute the primordial spirit...

That day, however, the assailants were incarnations of true blood from three Phantom Primordial Ancestors, equivalent to a Sacrificial Path State existence striking.

Facing such formidable foes, any external thing would be nothing more than a flick of the fingers, even with myriad means, Jiang Daoist couldn’t resist, let alone deceive under their watch.

For at that time, the true body of a Phantom Primordial Ancestor might have been secretly observing everything.

"Jiang Daoist, I have a question to ask you." Emperor Huanfen suddenly said.

She gently waved her sleeve, as the breeze caressed the pavilion, the bamboo leaves rustling as if conveying her discontent. Her starry eyes locked tightly on Jiang Hui, waiting for his response.

She gently waved her sleeve, as the breeze caressed the pavilion, the bamboo leaves rustling.