Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1633 - 991: Three Lives_2

Chapter 1633: Chapter 991: Three Lives_2

Although I have no way to appoint the various official positions within The Underworld,

it’s only to ensure a better, more efficient operation of The Underworld.

Moreover, it’s not entirely impossible.

As long as they are my followers, especially fanatical believers, after death, they can more often than not obtain a position in there. The power they wield is another matter, but it’s certainly possible.

Just like the wife of Old man Lin.

It was due to being a fanatical believer that after death she took on the duties of Meng Po in The Underworld.

Not only did she not have to experience mindless wandering, but occasionally, she could also go to the mortal world to meet with Old man Lin.

It was no different from when she was alive.

She even benefited from the rights associated with being Meng Po. Her strength was another matter, but there was no doubt about her longevity.

The combined Eighteen Levels of Hell form this trumpet-shaped entrance, which is the gateway to the Nineteenth Level of Hell.

Except for Jiang Hui, no one can summon it.

Jiang Hui stepped into the vortex without hesitation, and his figure instantly disappeared from where he stood.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a completely different world.

There were no tortures or wails from the Eighteen Levels of Hell, nor any eerie or terrifying sights.

On the contrary, it seemed more like a void, a place not yet shaped by chaos.

There was no color, no sound, no light, and no darkness.

Everything seemed blurry and vague.

Jiang Hui felt as if he were in a giant dream, with everything around him constantly shifting, dissipating, and rearranging, as fragile as bubbles.

If there were any Primordial Spirit here, it would immediately be assimilated into the void.

That sense of void was not a simple dispersal; it was a deeper obliteration, as if the Primordial Spirit had never been born.

Such void naturally had no effect on Jiang Hui.

He walked forward, following the fluctuations in his heart, arriving at the core of the Nineteenth Level of Hell.

This place was the deepest part.

Blurred to the extreme.

Even beings at the end of the road level could not see anything here, and even entities on the Sacrifice Path would have their perceptions blocked.

Mystery, antiquity, vastness, and desolation permeated every place, every corner.

"Here we are, this is the place."

As the fluctuations in his heart peaked, Jiang Hui slowly stopped, and an altar appeared before him.

Rather than calling it an altar, it was more like a jutting stone surface.

The surface was very smooth.

But it didn’t appear unusual; it seemed no different from an average stone surface, and the texture was the same.

However, when touched, it emitted the same coldness as the stone vessel, suggesting they might be made of the same material.

Jiang Hui was instantly intrigued.

Could it be that this stone vessel really has some connection with The Underworld?

Such a connection wasn’t as simple as placing the stone vessel here to cause a mutation.

It was a deeper connection.

Yet his intuition told Jiang Hui that the possibility was probably very slim.

After all, the stone vessel was related to the Red-Haired Monster. If it were also connected to The Underworld, wouldn’t that mean The Underworld was related to the Red-Haired Monster too?

To extrapolate further, wouldn’t it also be related to his Golden Finger?!

But if there were a connection, the other side would have discovered him long ago, and that dark heart wouldn’t have been astonished by his strength, increasing his realm so quickly.

If there were no connection, why would this stone vessel have any link with the Nineteenth Level of Hell?

He couldn’t figure it out no matter how he thought about it.

Jiang Hui simply placed the stone vessel on the smooth stone surface that protruded out.

"Rumble rumble!"

As the stone vessel settled down heavily in the Nineteenth Level of Hell,

it seemed to be awakened by an ancient and mysterious power.

The appearance of the stone vessel changed. Ancient and elegant, the wind and frost of time etched fine patterns on its surface, like the veins of history,

A dull sound came, like the murmuring of ancient gods, echoing across every corner, carrying an indescribable solemnity and reverence.

On top of the stone vessel, a wispy blue-white light veil softly swayed, tightly wrapping the stone vessel.

Under the protection of this layer of light veil,

something indescribable seemed to happen within the stone vessel.

Sounds emanated from inside.

Initially, it was a faint rumble, like an ancient beast turning in sleep,

Gradually, the sound became more intense, like the thunder of chaos at the beginning of the world, shaking the soul.

Jiang Hui stood on high, his gaze like a torch, overlooking the strange phenomena occurring inside the stone vessel.

Only to see that within the stone vessel, originally seemingly empty space, was now activated by some mysterious force, surging with indescribable fluctuations.

These fluctuations gathered into streams, transforming into clear and profound currents, crashing against the inner walls of the stone vessel, making a rustling sound.

Then, a more astounding scene occurred.

The world inside the stone vessel seemed to be completely awakened, the whole world began to ripple, no longer simple currents, but turning into an unimaginably vast ocean.

This ocean was magnificent, with monstrous waves surging out from the stone vessel, like countless Star Seas flowing backwards.

Unimaginably grand, in just a moment, beneath Jiang Hui, there appeared a majestic ocean, more expansive than The Boundary Sea, unimaginably vast.

Trembling with motion.

Supressing all living things.

At this moment, Jiang Hui suddenly took a deep breath, sensing a peculiar aroma.

It was the scent of time.

But it transcended the realm of time.

It wasn’t simply the emergence of the river of time, but the concepts of past, present, and future converging.

At this moment, they all gathered in the Nineteenth Level of Hell, forming a peculiar domain transcending conventional time.

In this domain, Jiang Hui saw the flow of time no longer as linear but as a complex network, where each node represented different possibilities and fates.

The past time unfolded like an ancient scroll, displaying events that had occurred but could never be changed.

The present time was like a radiant pearl, shining with current brilliance and helplessness.

While the future time was a hazy fog, full of unknowns and variables.

The ocean flowing from the stone vessel was not just a convergence of water but also of time. Each drop bore a past, each wave hinted at a future. They intertwined, forming magnificent tapestries.

As the two fell into contemplation, there was suddenly a gentle sound of footsteps outside, followed by the appearance of Liu RuYan at the doorway. She wore an elegant light-green gown, with a hint of melancholy in her features, and her gaze moved between Jiang Hui and Emperor Huanfen, as if pondering the content of their discussion.

Seeing this, Jiang Hui understood immediately, smiling as he greeted her, "Ru Yan, you’re here. Perfect timing, we have some matters to discuss, and you should join us and listen in."

Liu RuYan was slightly taken aback, then nodded slightly, walking gracefully into the room to sit beside Jiang Hui.

Old man Lin, hearing this, was slightly surprised, then nodded in agreement. He knew Jiang Hui’s temperament well, understanding that this adult was never stingy when it came to investing in potential talents. Although it was somewhat late now, Old man Lin still picked out a congratulatory gift with care.

After some contemplation, Old man Lin retrieved from his collection a pair of exquisite bells. These bells emitted a faint glow, seemingly harboring some mysterious power.

Meanwhile, after ascending to become the Immortal Emperor, Ye Fan was immersed in joy and insight. Suddenly, a crisp sound of bells came from outside his cave mansion. Ye Fan frowned slightly, then stood up and walked out of the cave, only to find Old man Lin standing there, holding a pair of bells glowing softly.

"Immortal Emperor Ye Fan, this is a token of my lord’s goodwill, please accept it," Old man Lin said respectfully.

Ye Fan knew well that these bells were no ordinary items, and he realized that this was a token of appreciation from Jiang Hui as he examined them thoughtfully.

Old man Lin, upon hearing this, was slightly taken aback, then nodded and agreed. He knew Jiang Hui’s temperament well—this adult was never unwilling to invest in potential talent. Although it was somewhat late now, Old man Lin remained diligent in selecting a gift with care.

After some thought, Old man Lin took out a pair of exquisite bells from his collection. These bells emitted a faint glow, suggesting they contained some mysterious power.

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