Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1632 - 991: 3 Lives

Chapter 1632: Chapter 991: 3 Lives

"Fellow Daoist, if you trust me, could you lend me this stone jar for a while?" Jiang Hui looked at Emperor Huanfen.

"What is this flower, I naturally trust Brother Jiang of the Dao." Emperor Huanfen glanced at Jiang Hui with her beautiful eyes and teased.

It seemed that she felt Jiang Hui’s words were somewhat too distant, so after thinking for a moment, she added:

"If Fellow Daoist needs it, just take it."

"Thank you for trusting me, Fellow Daoist."

Jiang Hui was very grateful that Emperor Huanfen could trust him so much.

"By the way, do you need my help?"

A gentle smile appeared on Emperor Huanfen’s absolutely stunning face, and her gaze carried a hint of curiosity and anticipation.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hui immediately said, "Temporarily, I don’t need your help, Fellow Daoist. If it truly proves effective, there will still be time to help later."

Though he was borrowing, his words were concise, refusing Emperor Huanfen’s offer.

After all, The Underworld was his priority, especially involving the most hidden nineteenth layer.

Aside from himself, Jiang Hui didn’t want anyone else to know for now.

"Alright then!" Emperor Huanfen nodded, without insisting.

Though she wished to see what discovery Jiang Hui was talking about, her nature wouldn’t compel her to demand something, even if her curiosity was like a cat’s claws scratching her inside.

"Brother Jiang of the Dao can take it away now."

Emperor Huanfen once more signaled that Jiang Hui could directly take the stone jar.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hui reached out and grasped the stone jar.

The moment his fingertip touched the stone jar, it felt like he was touching a slab of ice aged thousands of years, overwhelmingly cold to the touch, as if a bone-chilling coldness surged up his veins straight to his Heavenly Crown.

Fortunately, his Realm was positioned here.

Within a bearable range.

It was just that Jiang Hui was puzzled. After Emperor Huanfen’s demise, this stone jar traveled along the Ancient Road of Time, arriving at future days, landing in Chu Feng’s hands.

How could Chu Feng possess his strength?

Compared to Ye and Huang, Chu Feng only later forcibly elevated himself to a certain level like riding a rocket.

At the very least, when he obtained the stone jar, his strength surely wasn’t impressive.

This stone jar appeared ordinary, nothing extraordinary, but even Immortal Kings dare not touch it, as they’d be instantly frozen in soul.

Jiang Hui suddenly recalled that when Emperor Huanfen acquired the stone jar, she seemed less powerful than Chu Feng; could it be that the jar’s power display was aligned with Emperor Huanfen?

After being suppressed by the Phantom Primordial Ancestor, was the anomaly of this stone jar eliminated?

He couldn’t understand.

With a distinct bone hand, he gently lifted the stone jar, preparing for its potentially heavy weight, Jiang Hui cautiously used force but didn’t expect the stone jar to feel unexpectedly light upon contact.

It’s not mountain-heavy; rather, it’s especially light, held in hand like empty air.

He gently shook the stone jar, hearing a slight sound from inside as if something were softly colliding, like a river.

He wondered if Emperor Huanfen had noticed this.

But the woman had already closed her eyes, concentrated, seemingly pondering something unknown.

Jiang Hui was secretly amazed, placing the stone jar in his arms, bowing to Emperor Huanfen, saying, "Thank you for generously lending it, Fellow Daoist. I shall now attempt it."

Emperor Huanfen opened her eyes slightly and nodded. "Take care, Brother Jiang of the Dao. If there are any discoveries, return anytime to inform me."

Jiang Hui agreed with a sound, and his figure trembled, vanishing from the pavilion and arriving at The Underworld.

Within The Underworld, the cold wind howled, ghostly aura chilling.

Grand and boundless, before the imposing Gate of the Ghost, is still the endless black mist blocking the hands from sight, overshadowing the sun, concealing all Karma and perception.

As the cold wind screamed, the black mist surged, and inside seemed to echo an angry roar of an unknown giant beast, not large, yet unsettling to the heart.

As for the vast and expansive, akin to a prehistoric continent, unbounded, the firm yellow mud square before.

After experiencing development over time, it’s significantly different from before, having undergone earth-shattering changes.

It’s no longer empty.

Nor are there small traders peddling.

With the expansive yellow soil plain as remnants, the ground suddenly featured rows upon rows, their numbers uneven, of meeting pavilions.

Besides that, there are even palaces as tall as several thousand zhang.

Various buildings interconnected by bluestone pavements.

Stores and shops lined up one by one.

Some places were still under major construction.

Of course.

The previous small traders remained, but changed locations to various storefronts.

Additionally, even leisure and resting foot houses, taverns, tea houses, and the like appeared.

Ghosts were ceaselessly coming and going.

Truly everything needed was present.

Jiang Hui took a moment to lament, then hurriedly entered the Palace of Senluo.

Then, through the Nether River Well beneath the Palace of Senluo, he reached the entrance to the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

There were a total of eighteen entrances.

Jiang Hui immediately formed a sealing technique with both hands, muttering under his breath.

The next moment.

At the slightest movement of his heart.

The barrier to the Eighteen Levels of Hell began a slow tremble, drawn by an invisible force.

The layers and layers of hell gradually merged, ultimately forming a profound vortex.

Shaped like a suona.

Spiraling patterns continually rotated, bringing a glue-like sensation, while at the mouth of the "suona", strong suction surged, making Jiang Hui’s robe flutter.

Yet he didn’t move an inch.

After all, this was his creation; it couldn’t turn against him, reversing celestial forces.