Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1602 - 976: The Land of Sacrifice_2

Chapter 1602: Chapter 976: The Land of Sacrifice_2

The flesh and bones of the Black Beast were torn apart like rotten wood under the sharpness.

In a moment, black fur flew everywhere, flesh and blood were scattered, the giant hand was split in two, exposing ghastly white bones at the break, and dark, viscous blood gushed out like a river bursting its banks, carrying a nauseating stench.

The dark blood turned into a torrential rain across the sky, each drop full of ominousness, even the blood plasma that flowed out carried a corrosive power that could contaminate everything.

"Clang!"

The Tyrant Knife, thin as a cicada’s wing and transparent as if invisible, slashed out again.

It was not silvery white and brilliant.

Only a crimson line was seen slashing out.

It obliterated and evaporated the torrential rain across the sky.

"Roar!"

A deafening roar came from beyond the heavens.

Filled with anger.

Then,

a corner of this world was forcibly torn apart by some immense force, and a giant black-furred claw reached over again.

Jiang Hui seemed to have anticipated it long ago,

that the moment the giant black-furred claw reached over, it was severed by a splendid ray of silvery white light.

The claw, as large as a small world, fell, black mist surged, and was evaporated mid-air by invisible flames.

"Block the people of my clan, and you are destined to perish!!"

From beyond the heavens, the roar gradually faded, and the hidden Phantom Immortal Emperor issued threats, but did not continue the assault.

The body at the End of the Path level is so powerful, yet it was as if made of paper.

It is not foolish, knowing that the one who struck in the dark is a formidable enemy who has also stepped into this level, with even more exaggerated foundations.

"If you withdraw, I can pretend nothing happened. You have no idea what you are truly facing!"

The Phantom Immortal Emperor issued another threat.

Even though Jiang Hui displayed absolute suppression, it remained unafraid, convinced that in this era, or in the long ages past, there couldn’t possibly arise an existence capable of contending with its race.

In another three thousand years, there will be the grand ritual of an epoch.

Failure is not an option.

The voice of the Phantom Immortal Emperor rumbled, but the clans below couldn’t understand a word, and the three Quasi-Immortal Emperor level Ancestors could barely judge that some sort of negotiation seemed to be taking place.

But the owner of the knife light never responded from beginning to end.

Jiang Hui remained calm and indifferent, neither looking towards the source of the voice nor at the clans below.

The Phantom Immortal Emperor from beyond the heavens, seeing no response for a long time, was furious but did not dare to make another move, fearing an even greater calamity.

Finally.

Here returned to normal.

The black fog dispersed, revealing the great sun that had been shrouded within.

Jiang Hui looked at this world with interest, and no longer concealed his figure, wanting to see if he truly changed anything.

In the future, the heavens and earth will be draped in mourning, all will be blood and bone, too tragic, even if the Phantom Primordial Ancestor is truly smashed, too many living beings would still be buried.

Just as he was deep in thought, a voice sounded in his ear.

[You have gained a new follower: Bull God, Tiger Demon Ancestor (Quasi-Immortal Emperor’s Realm)]

[You have gained a new follower: Scorpion Ancestor (Quasi-Immortal Emperor’s Realm)]

[You have gained a new follower: Mature Three-eyed God (Immortal King Realm)]

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...

A smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Hui’s lips.

Just as he had imagined.

It actually happened differently.

No, to be precise, in the past, such a great world was indeed buried by the Bizarre Clan, but his Golden Finger reshaped this world and everything within it.

For the Bizarre Clan, they truly had wiped out this place.

But for Jiang Hui, he reopened this world and gained three Quasi-Immortal Emperor followers plus several Immortal King level followers.

Truly worthy of the level-up cheat!

Defy the heavens!

Jiang Hui felt a surge of emotions, with these prerequisites now in place, he quickly understood the nature of the situation.

Even for him, he couldn’t help but feel excited.

In waves like these,

there were countless more within the altar.

Sacrifice Path, soon to be realized!

His heart stirred slightly, the scenes before his eyes rapidly rewound like a revolving lantern.

He returned to the altar.

All around, golden waves rose one after another, sacred and immaculate, perfect to the extreme.

Though he didn’t use the prompt, Jiang Hui had already figured out the method.

"Splash..."

A large wave surged over, engulfing him.

Who knows how long had passed, it seemed like an instant, yet also like an extremely long era, Jiang Hui reappeared, the joy on his face almost tangible.

Everything was as he had guessed.

Each wave, each, was a complete great world, from a time even more ancient than the Immortal Domain, condensed here, although wiped out by the Bizarre Clan in ancient times, here they remained intact.

With this journey, he gained three more Quasi-Immortal Emperors and several Immortal Kings.

"Again!"

Jiang Hui was more driven than he had ever been before.

The beings in these waves, unlike those outside, could generate Experience Points when they became his followers.

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In Heaven, below the End of the Path, there is only one.

But like the Immortal Domain and The Boundary Sea, beyond Heaven lies a more vast space.

The Sacrificial Sea.

Like The Boundary Sea.

Yet the former is even more immense.

Without definite coordinates, even an Immortal Emperor of the End of the Path might lose direction and get lost here.

And it’s very mysterious here, over the long eras, only the End of the Path levels of the Bizarre Clan have reached this place.

Over the sea, the setting sun tinged the sky like blood.

The waves were turbulent, terrifyingly vast.

Among them, waves upon waves rose.

Each one was a fragment of a once-glorious great world, The Great Universe, symbolizing an extreme splendor of the past.