Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1638 - 994: Smug Ye Fan

Chapter 1638: Chapter 994: Smug Ye Fan

Jiang Hui scanned through the item introductions once more, and the joy on his face grew more intense, truly elated and unable to contain his happiness.

The bloodline of the Twelve Ancestral Witches is indeed precious, but its development time is considerably long.

Take Lin Hai, for example. He received the true fate of the Ancestral Witch of Fire while still in the Lower Realm, but only now has he roughly reached the level of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor.

Of course, to outsiders, to reach this level in just a few million years is already unimaginable.

But one must know, Lin Hai’s actual cultivation time undoubtedly exceeds several million years, with true development time reaching tens of millions of years.

Fortunately, possessing the bloodline of the Twelve Ancestral Witches is practically akin to having a special channel directly to the Immortal Emperor. As long as the foundation is solid, one can at least reach the level of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor.

Even if there are risks along the way, they are absolutely lower compared to normal cultivation.

What made Jiang Hui overjoyed was that the Zhu Jiuyin’s bloodline seed didn’t need to be individually transplanted into someone’s bloodline.

This way, the time expenditure in between would undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

Although it still requires a certain amount of time, honestly speaking, ten thousand years isn’t considered much at all.

At this thought.

Jiang Hui didn’t hesitate any longer.

He immediately took out Zhu Jiuyin’s bloodline seed and then went to the Netherworld Underworld for the first time.

The Underworld’s expanse is boundless, and it’s certainly not a simple matter of just finding a place to bury the bloodline seed.

Too reckless.

Mysteriously, Jiang Hui sensed something.

If he wanted the bloodline seed to form properly, it needed to be buried in the nineteenth layer, the Abyss of Formless Hell.

Following the method.

Jiang Hui once again arrived at the nineteenth layer of hell, then took out Zhu Jiuyin’s bloodline seed and threw it into the core region within.

The ground there cracked open, forming a space of its own.

The bloodline seed fell right in without deviation.

"Rumble, rumble!"

At the moment it vanished into the earth, it seemed to trigger some ancient and mysterious power; an extraordinary and magnificent scene emerged from the yet-to-close crack.

Above the Underworld, a scarlet phantom like blazing flames suddenly appeared, its Scale Armor shimmering like the brightest stars in the night sky, adorning the endless darkness, breathtaking.

The phantom of the Candle Dragon stood proudly between heaven and earth, its majestic posture shaking the universe, making the stars tremble, as if even the universe quaked under its pressure; a tide of authority surged, sweeping across the entire nineteenth-layer Netherworld.

Luckily, this place was empty.

The vast body of the Candle Dragon coiled above the sky, blotting out the sun and sky, every massive and majestic movement causing the Netherworld to tremble, all living beings felt awe and terror in the face of this irresistible force.

Simultaneously, with the awakening of Zhu Jiuyin’s bloodline, the world seemed to undergo a drastic transformation, a streak of red light shot straight to the skies, illuminating the entire Underworld with new vigor and vitality.

Jiang Hui quietly watched all of this.

The Candle Dragon raised its head and let out a long chant, its sound waves reverberating throughout the Nine Netherworld, the underworld aura grew thicker under this force, as if endowed with new life and vitality, renewing the entire Netherworld.

Mysteriously.

The nineteenth layer of hell seemed to undergo some subtle and inexplicable changes.

This vision lasted for quite a while.

Jiang Hui did not leave immediately.

To him, ten thousand years was just a fleeting moment, not long at all. To prevent any unforeseen events from occurring in this period, he might as well personally guard there, as he had no other tasks during this time.

Time flew by, ceaselessly flowing,

For ease of management, the time in the Underworld flowed opposite to the external world, only reversed day and night.

As time passed, the Zhu Jiuyin bloodline seed gradually solidified, becoming more intense under the wash of the ages.

Crimson beams of light pierced through the earth, soaring skyward. Initially as thick as an arm, but merely after a hundred years, the crimson beam had grown to ten thousand meters in thickness.

It was imaginable that when ten thousand years passed, the vision observed at the beginning when the seed was buried would fully materialize, no longer an illusory phantom.

Jiang Hui patiently waited beside it, anticipating its growth and transformation.

Meanwhile,

The day Old man Lin received Jiang Hui’s instructions, he hurried to the warehouse, picking left and right, finally selecting a pair of bells.

Upon reaching Ye Fan’s cave abode, Ye Fan was still focused in closed-door cultivation, consolidating his realm.

Ye Fan wasn’t a believer in the village. Although he was the village chief, he couldn’t communicate with him through Divine Thoughts and could only wait idly outside.

Who knew that consolidating the realm took Ye Fan over two thousand years, which made Old man Lin wait for quite a while.

Fortunately, being the village chief, and highly regarded by Jiang Hui, Jiang Hui had granted him some authority, allowing him to perceive the happenings within the village from his home.

When Ye Fan emerged, Old man Lin approached with a kindly smile, "Emperor Ye, greetings from this Old One."

Ye Fan raised an eyebrow, sensing that Old man Lin had been intentionally waiting for him.

But it puzzled him, as although he’d spent a considerable amount of time in the village, he hardly ever met Village Chief Lin.

The few encounters were countable, rarely interacting, leaving him uncertain why the chief waited specifically for him.