Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1604 - 977: Red-Haired Monster, Red-Haired Hand

Chapter 1604: Chapter 977: Red-Haired Monster, Red-Haired Hand

The black stone wall changed.

Vaguely, an indistinct and blurred shadow was imprinted.

It seemed to turn back, gazing at the ten Great Mysterious Ancestors.

Or as if looking back at the immortal path it had walked.

Profound to the extreme,

the vast starry sky, the endless universe, the endless passage of time...

From the birth of the heavens and the earth to the passing of grand ages, to the flicker of mortal dynasties...

Such a long passage of time, all contained within those eyes.

Even though it was already blurred to the extreme, the indescribable sense of timelessness still enveloped them.

Even the ten figures bowing before the altar could feel the age revealed by this timelessness.

The ten Great Mysterious Ancestors all displayed wild joy on their faces, their attitudes even more pious.

How many years has it been?

Since they took over the Highland, birthed the Bizarre Clan, until now, an immeasurable time has passed; this is the first time they’ve seen anomalies appear on this altar.

Though it was merely a moment,

it was as if it was eternal.

There, a being truly appeared, overlooking everything.

Even if blurred, almost beyond perception, it still thrilled the ten Great Mysterious Ancestors more than anything.

"Ancestor."

Without a word, the ten Great Mysterious Ancestors piously bowed their heads towards the altar before them.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The place was shaking.

These were the sounds of the ten Great Mysterious Ancestors’ foreheads knocking against the altar.

This place was very solid, utterly indestructible, as firm as a fortress. Which place could bear such a great ritual?!

Even the Immortal Domain would be instantly torn apart by unimaginable majesty, without qualification.

All around.

Instantly plunged into vibration, the entire Sacrificial Sea boiled unprecedentedly with the actions of the ten figures.

Yet that altar endured, without the slightest anomaly.

If a Bizarre creature of the ultimate realm witnessed this scene, their eyes would surely pop out in shock.

Who could imagine, a supreme being overlooking eras and the endless universe.

At this moment was kowtowing frantically to a stone wall like dust beneath the bones.

No longer just pious.

But fervent.

Manic.

And gradually insane!

Be it past, present, or future, the ten Great Mysterious Ancestors, godlike in their uniqueness, were fervent, and only dared to cautiously raise their heads after three kneels and nine kowtows.

The silhouette on the black stone wall remained, even seeming clearer than before.

Looking back at the past, it was a humanoid form.

The ten Great Mysterious Ancestors exchanged glances, the excitement and madness in their eyes unhidden, vividly displayed on their faces.

Because the silhouette on that stone wall not only didn’t disappear.

But became clearer.

This indicated it was not an illusion; something truly happened here.

This being, merely by its ashes, could create their supreme existence; it truly manifested, not just a figment of their imagination over the long years, but actual existence.

They knew, a being which surpassed the Sacrifice Path, how could it easily fall?

In that realm, neither the heavens nor the earth could bury, none had the qualification to bury; if any trace of its past could be found, it could be awakened.

The Great Sacrifice.

Was the method they devised,

using the blood and soul of beings across the heavens to honor it.

Now, facts have proven their guess was not wrong. Now, the altar manifested; it must be closely linked to the Great Sacrifice.

In truth, they were long dead,

a fact perhaps unknown even to the ten Great Mysterious Ancestors.

When they ascended the Calamity Plateau, they chose to slumber there, but were corroded by darkness, had long perished, their original primordial spirits extinct within.

Over long eons, new Dark Immortal Spirits were born within.

Since then, through countless ages under the highland, the physical bodies gained consciousness, becoming the present Great Mysterious Ancestors.

Now, they have long forgotten who they once were, only remembering their mission here, also the source of their power.

Next, the ten Great Mysterious Ancestors widened their eyes suddenly.

Because they heard a sigh, crossing unimaginable time, like a lament from prehistory.

Passing through the ages, finally reaching their ears.

Deafening!

Profound Understanding.

At least, in the eyes of the ten Great Mysterious Ancestors, although it was merely a sigh, it was exceptionally profound in understanding.

It contained many profound, inexplicable meanings, they could not fathom; purely because their power was too weak.

"Ancestor, is it you, old one?"

A Bizarre Ancestor, with joy on their face, couldn’t help but speak, hoping for more summons and contact.

That silhouette was not just the source of their progression to this point, but also their only path to complete transcendence, everything they had came from it.

In their dreams, they awaited this moment.

The altar rose high, standing here through countless years.

While that stone wall, like a grand, immortal giant city, weathered through time, stood unmoving.

The Bizarre Ancestors all waited quietly and piously.

Hoping to receive another response, more responses.

But in the next moment.

That hazy shadow suddenly disintegrated, moving towards dissolution, in front of the altar, light flickered, like catkins in the wind, seemingly about to completely vanish in the next moment.

"No..." The ten Great Mysterious Ancestors all changed expression drastically.