Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1607 - 978: Sacrifice Path Realm_2

Chapter 1607: Chapter 978: Sacrifice Path Realm_2

Jiang Hui intensified his recovery to restore his own depletion, maintaining his condition at the peak state.

Not only does the Questioning Path Divine Bamboo Forest enhance the efficiency and probability of sudden enlightenment during seclusion, but it also accelerates injury recovery and condition restoration.

Many uses indeed.

Once his condition was restored to the peak level and some hidden injuries from the continuous battles were almost healed, Jiang Hui shifted his mind, and the scene before his eyes quickly changed.

The sound of waves assaulted him, and the altar turned abruptly, a massive golden wave engulfing Jiang Hui directly.

This wave world is akin to the Immortal Domain, though not the same; the strongest entities here are Quasi-Immortal Emperors, with the sword dao prevailing.

Like the Skeleton Immortal Emperor, after breaking through to the Immortal Emperor’s Realm, strands of aura flowed out, detected by the Bizarre Clan, who traversed vast time to kill and pollute them.

A drop of blood, dark and boundless, like a great sun, terrifyingly black, fell from the dome.

However, compared to the Skeleton Immortal Emperor at that time, the strength and foundation of this Emperor Realm creature exceed greatly.

Sword lights traversed ages, severing a corner of ancient and modern, leaving the hidden Phantom Immortal Emperor no choice but to appear personally.

The two sides fought for hundreds of thousands of years, turning the heavens and earth dim; before Jiang Hui took action, the Phantom Immortal Emperor faced the most evenly matched battle ever.

In the two hundred thousandth year, the Phantom Immortal Emperor finally gained the upper hand.

The creature wielding the Emperor Sword, no matter how extraordinary, had just stepped into the Emperor Realm not long ago.

"Boom!"

The deafening roar fell.

The creature wielding the Emperor Sword quickly retreated.

"Sss!"

The dazzling Imperial Blood sprayed out, scattering far away, brilliant and striking.

The opponent’s abdomen was directly torn open with a long narrow wound, mysterious power coiling, unable to heal.

Jiang Hui seized the moment and struck forcefully.

He had become much more cunning now.

No longer engaging head-on.

Instead, he launched a sneak attack from behind.

While not a certain fatal strike, at least letting the Phantom creature of the ultimate path take one hit, which always feels satisfactory.

Moreover, it allows him to seize the initiative.

This method, after some trials, became infallibly effective.

"Who dares?" The Phantom Immortal Emperor roared in fury, panic-stricken.

It was an existence of the ultimate path; who could sneak attack it? Who could manage such a sneak attack?

Especially when the opponent even kicked it in the kidney, causing unbearable pain.

But such a blow frightened it even more.

This sudden attack was more devastating than battling here for so long.

...

After a long while,

Jiang Hui reappeared in the altar.

Blood soaked him, and the cape draped over him was saturated, dark with gold, strikingly brilliant, like a bizarre plum blossom blossoming in the snow.

In this wave world, Jiang Hui faced an exceedingly arduous battle.

Inside, four ultimate path-level Phantom Immortal Emperors appeared simultaneously.

A typical tactic of the Bizarre Clan.

Three lurked in the shadows.

If the Phantom Immortal Emperor making a move could not suppress the newly ascended Immortal Emperor wielding the Imperial Soldier, they’d launch a sneak attack.

Jiang Hui had encountered similar scenarios in other wave worlds, but those hiding three Phantom Immortal Emperors in secret was a first.

Nevertheless, most of the blood on his body belonged to those Phantom Primordial Ancestors.

His body possessed the Real Body of Pangu, exceptionally resilient.

Unless a Phantom Primordial Ancestor struck personally, few could break through the defenses of his flesh.

At present, Old Man Lin and others had adapted to life in the Underworld.

Their realm was high; they had long been fasting, unharmed whether eating or drinking.

However, the Immortal Domain was too vast, and all the beings of ten thousand clans living in the domain were shoveled into the Underworld by Jiang Hui, causing overcrowding for a period.

Even if strength was inadequate, it mattered not; although they entered the Underworld in their corporeal form, the Underworld’s traits remained.

Even if not eating, they wouldn’t truly starve or die of thirst.

It’s just that, without fasting, they’d continuously feel hunger and thirst...

In short, this is a special period, overcome difficulties and adapt as best you can.

...

Deep in the pitch-black mountains, clouds and mist shroud the scene, both serene and mysterious.

A peerlessly ethereal silhouette sits quietly atop the mountain peak.

Lo and behold, it is indeed the Willow God.

At this moment.

Her eyes are gently closed, as if she is in a retreat, yet not quite so.

Because with the furrowed brows, it hardly seems like she is truly in meditation.

A moment later.

Perhaps knowing that she can’t deceive herself in this manner.

The Willow God slowly opens her eyes and sighs softly.

She gazes blankly ahead, her eyes bright like the glow of dawn gradually losing focus, appearing somewhat listless.

After a long while, the woman sighs once more.

Her state of mind is unable to calm down, no matter what.

The image of Jiang Hui keeps surfacing in her mind.

Especially, when he was finally besieged by those three towering black shadows, with blood spilling in the Boundary Sea...

And then, before their eyes turned dark, they opened again, only to find themselves in such a place.

She recognized this place, indeed Jiang Daoist had expended a hint to create a Land of Reincarnation, a magnificent feat detached from karma and fate.

But had never "experienced" it before.

"Could it be that Jiang Daoist, in order to safeguard us, died fighting using this as a medium to send us into this Land of Reincarnation? Himself, has already perished?"

The Willow God secretly speculates in her heart, her expression carrying a hint of melancholy and loss.

She originally did not believe so.

But as time has dragged on, there’s still no news of that figure.

Inadvertently, her heart is thrown into chaos.

At this moment, she can sense that she might not seem alive, but neither is she truly dead.

To find answers, she once crossed the Underworld, searching for Liu RuYan’s whereabouts.

As Jiang Daoist’s partner, the other side might know something.

However, the sheer size of the Underworld surpasses her imagination.

It contains countless multi-layered dimensions, with each layer like an independent world, intricately interwoven.

In this vast and boundless Underworld, the Willow God is like a solitary bird searching for someone, which even for her was akin to finding a needle in the ocean, and despite being a formidable being, she felt powerless.

Highland.

Ancestral Land of the Bizarre Clan.

After returning from the Sacrificial Sea, the Great Mysterious Ancestors immediately issued orders.

The cosmic winds howl fiercely, kindling fires of war everywhere.

In the distant universe, war rages like wildfire, boundless darkness swallowing light, with each inch of space filled with despair and the breath of annihilation. Countless galaxies crumble in fierce battles, brilliant stars turn to dust, once splendid the Milky Way now is a mere remnant and fragment.

On the battlefield, corpses pile up like mountains, the masts and sails fly wildly, blood and bones weave into tragic images. The air is thick with the stench of blood, suffocating all who breathe it. It’s a silent universe except for the roar of battle, no other sounds exist.

The Bizarre Clan falls into unprecedented madness, their eyes see nothing but slaughter and conquest. They’re no longer satisfied with burying one era, they wish to bury the future of all beings in the universe within endless fires of war. Their laughter echoes across the cosmos, full of distortion and evil.

Highland.

Ancestral Land of the Bizarre Clan.

After returning from the Sacrificial Sea, the Great Mysterious Ancestors immediately issued orders.

The cosmic winds howl fiercely, kindling fires of war everywhere.

In the distant universe, war rages like wildfire, boundless darkness swallowing light, with each inch of space filled with despair and the breath of annihilation. Countless galaxies crumble in fierce battles, brilliant stars turn to dust, once splendid the Milky Way now is a mere remnant and fragment.

On the battlefield, corpses pile up like mountains, the masts and sails fly wildly, blood and bones weave into tragic images. The air is thick with the stench of blood, suffocating all who breathe it. It’s a silent universe except for the roar of battle, no other sounds exist.

The Bizarre Clan falls into unprecedented madness, their eyes see nothing but slaughter and conquest. They’re no longer satisfied with burying one era, they wish to bury the future of all beings in the universe within endless fires of war. Their laughter echoes across the cosmos, full of distortion and evil.

Highland.

Ancestral Land of the Bizarre Clan.

After returning from the Sacrificial Sea, the Great Mysterious Ancestors immediately issued orders.

The cosmic winds howl fiercely, kindling fires of war everywhere.

In the distant universe, war rages like wildfire, boundless darkness swallowing light, with each inch of space filled with despair and the breath of annihilation. Countless galaxies crumble in fierce battles, brilliant stars turn to dust, once splendid the Milky Way now is a mere remnant and fragment.