Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1605 - 977: Red-Haired Monster, Red-Haired Hand_2

Chapter 1605: Chapter 977: Red-Haired Monster, Red-Haired Hand_2

After countless years, they finally received a response, yet it was only a sigh. They couldn’t even comprehend the true meaning of it before it was ready to vanish. What was this supposed to mean?

It made them even more hopeless.

Clearly, there was already a glimmer of possibility.

Although their lifespans were infinite, the time had been too long. Even choosing to remain dormant brought a sense of loneliness, a pain of seeing no path ahead, sensing the slow flow of the ages.

It was like a mortal dreaming till dawn, only to find it’s forever night.

A full sleep brings no sense of time passing.

But waking to eternal night, to perpetual darkness, one can truly feel the slow pace of time’s passage.

Now, there was finally a glimmer of hope, yet it was about to shatter again.

At the peak of despair among the ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors, a sudden change occurred, as the dark stone wall underwent transformation once more.

The ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors hurriedly looked up.

This time, it was not a shadowy silhouette but countless tiny light spots bursting forth from the stone wall, flickering in the void like stars, reflecting the entire Sacrificial Sea.

The whole Sacrificial Sea boiled, like blood on the brink of boiling, bubbling fiercely, turning an even deeper crimson, resembling mutton blood soaked in deep Jade Marrow.

In the next moment, these spots of light gathered into ancient scenes, flowing, unfolding before the ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors.

The universe was vast, stars like dust, and that shadowy figure quietly hovered above the unknowable heights.

The only, the true, the singular presence

In a single thought, the cycle of birth and death for all beings, interwoven with karma.

The river of destiny flowed.

In a single glance, annihilation and rebirth of the Great Thousand World seemed to occur as easily as a flick of the wrist.

Stars fell, the universe collapsed, yet in an instant, new light burst forth, nurturing endless vitality and hope.

This unending, infinite universe seemed to be nothing more than the product of that presence’s will.

Time stood still, space twisted, only the shadowy figure remained, undying and indestructible, immortal and imperishable.

The figure was no longer obscure, no longer shadowy; some details could already be seen.

Armor clattered, echoing like a torrent; it was formed purely by the Great Taoist method.

Too domineering.

Using the myriad paths of the heavens as its clothing.

The ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors widened their eyes, staring intently at these scenes, afraid of missing any detail.

Then.

A sudden change occurred.

In the image, the originally motionless figure suddenly moved.

The majestic figure stood proudly above the heavens, its eyes seemingly able to penetrate ancient and future, surrounded by endless Chaotic Qi, each step causing the universe to tremble.

At this moment, it seemed to be stepping out from that scene.

Witnessing this, the already wide-eyed ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors opened their eyes even wider.

Their bodies trembled.

They shivered.

They quaked.

Partly from excitement.

Partly because as that figure approached, an unimaginable, overwhelming pressure abruptly descended here.

Even they could not withstand; their bones creaked incessantly, breaking continuously, and gray-black viscous pus oozed from their already decayed bodies, with a repulsive stench.

Yet even so, the madness in their eyes did not diminish, but rather intensified.

Having awaited so many epochs, burying so many great eras, beings, to the strongest, had not been in vain.

That was their Ancestor, their true Ancestor.

A supreme being surpassing the Sacrificial Path.

That was true transcendence of all.

But soon.

The expressions on the faces of the ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors turned unusual.

Because as that figure extended a hand, as it left the scene, the original pristine and flawless armor disintegrated and scattered like erosion by the wind, revealing its true form—

An arm, like a mummified corpse, covered in red hair.

Bright and dripping like the blood of a blooming flower.

Like a venomous snake baring its fangs and claws, twisting and writhing.

Evil, bizarre.

Compared to it, they amounted to nothing.

"Is this the true body of the Ancestor?"

The ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors were utterly shocked in their hearts.

Then, they were swept by an unprecedented frenzy.

"Welcome, Ancestor."

The ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors shouted.

The sound echoed throughout the entire Sacrificial Sea.

Yet just as an arm stretched out, the scene solidified like congealed wax, and the beings within could no longer move no matter what.

The ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors cautiously lifted their heads, looking at each other.

At this moment.

The large hand covered in red hair suddenly grasped a Phantom Primordial Ancestor.

The Phantom Primordial Ancestor shouted in surprise, reacting instinctively but unable to resist, having been firmly caught by the red-haired hand.

The power of the Sacrificial Path State was as fragile as paper in front of the red-haired hand, utterly without the ability to resist.

"Puff, puff, puff."

"Puff, puff, puff."

In the next moment.

The red hair seemed to come alive, wriggling like worms, elongating and penetrating into the decayed flesh of the Phantom Primordial Ancestor.

"This..."

Other Phantom Primordial Ancestors were appalled, staring speechless while their hearts were filled with terror.

They couldn’t understand why the sole ancestor they tried so hard to resurrect suddenly attacked his own kin.

"Ancestor, we are your loyal descendants."

One Phantom Primordial Ancestor shouted.

The ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors were inseparable.

The red flesh and hair remained indifferent, lifting that Phantom Primordial Ancestor’s body.

Gradually, the ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors sensed something was amiss.

"The aura of the Third Ancestor... seems to be strengthening."

"The body is changing, no longer decaying."

"Kekeke, the sole ancestor hasn’t attacked us but has bestowed us an unprecedented opportunity, affirming us."

The remaining nine Phantom Primordial Ancestors quickly exchanged information, the initial terror in their hearts instantly replaced by unprecedented joy.

They were mistaken, as the legacy of the sole ancestor, it was impossible for him to attack them.

Some Phantom Primordial Ancestors eagerly approached, wanting to partake in the benevolence.

"Puff, puff, puff."

The dense red hair shot out, enveloping the remaining nine Phantom Primordial Ancestors.

Suddenly, the altar was covered with blood-red long hair, even the once intangible Sacrificial Sea sprouted patches of red hair, blooming like flesh flowers.

It was unknown how much time had passed.

At the center of the altar.

"Thump, thump."

"Thump, thump."

Like dumplings being dropped.

The ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors suspended in mid-air by the red hair fell onto the altar.

Their bodies were covered in thick red hair like a spider’s web.

Soon.

The red hair fell away.

Revealing an astonishing sight.

Every one of the Phantom Primordial Ancestors, once like zombies or decayed corpses, now appeared plump with flesh.

All of them with imposing stature, their presence moved the heavens, their actions were holy and boundless.

"The greatest variable has appeared."

"Ye, Huang, Chu, where are they hiding now in time? Past, present or future?! They must be intercepted!"

"And another person... even the sole ancestor cannot probe, who are they?!"

"And those realms existences, they must be among them!"

The sound like a large bell resounded from the ten mighty figures.

Echoing in the Sacrificial Sea.

...

...

The Underworld undergoes changes within a day, yet it does not experience seasonal variations.

Here there is sunrise and sunset.

But it lacks the seasons of summer and winter.

Jiang Hui originally thought, wasn’t it typical for the Underworld to be dreary, and adding autumn and winter would make it feel like a frozen place.

But after spending some time here, Jiang Hui felt that since he intended to create a completely different Underworld from the usual image, there was no need to adhere to stereotypical ideas.

At present, people believe he is "gone."

No, everyone is "gone."

Aside from people outside Liu Village.

But with the Underworld running for such a long time, sudden changes would surely alert people like Old man Lin, Gu Chen, and Tu Wa Zi.

Pure speculation doesn’t matter, even if immersed in the sea of Karma, it won’t stir a wave without evidence.

But if there’s corroborative evidence, once detected, it won’t be easy.

The two cannot be equated.

He can’t erase everyone’s Karma entirely, that’s unrealistic, nor does he have the strength.

For now, he patches things up.

When the time is right and no longer hidden, it will be easier.

Continuing, Jiang Hui didn’t initially have a precise timeline, but with the emergence of the altar, more than ten thousand years should suffice.

Currently, he has reversed nearly a third of the Wave World’s outcomes, gaining substantial experience points.