Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1651 - 1000: No need to guess, just come directly_2

Chapter 1651: Chapter 1000: No need to guess, just come directly_2

"Why are you standing there dumbfounded? Fight back! As long as the Immortal King doesn’t make a move, the mysterious giants behind won’t act first. We must buy time for ourselves."

A man dressed in a white robe, with leg bindings, his longsword dancing in hand, spoke softly, yet the leaves within a hundred-mile radius trembled in response.

He was unmistakably a True Immortal.

Hidden among the crowd.

"Descendants of the Immortal King... hehe... well-hidden indeed."

The mist was stirred in layers, and a mysterious being, several times larger than others of its kind, walked out indifferently.

Its claws were sharp and hooked, fiercely scraping the ground, sending earth and rocks flying, its scarlet eyes landed on the man, and it laughed sinisterly.

This was also a bizarre entity of the True Immortal Realm.

It exuded a nauseating stench, and with each step, it left a trail of footprints emitting black smoke.

"Do you think you can stop us?" It mocked with a laugh, its voice like sandpaper rubbing violently, full of sarcasm.

Saying this, it suddenly swung its claws, raising a black whirlwind, pouncing towards the white-robed True Immortal.

The face of the white-robed True Immortal turned grave, tapping lightly with his foot, his form soared like catkins, evading the fierce blow, at the same time, his longsword aimed straight at the opponent’s eyes.

The mysterious being reacted just as quickly, within the same realm, due to its bizarre power, apart from a few like Shi Hao and Gu Chen, it was rare for anyone to prevail.

The opponent dodged the fatal attack, its tail swung like a flexible long whip from behind, the tip adorned with sharp barbs, targeting the white-robed True Immortal’s back.

The white-robed True Immortal sensed the danger, reversed his longsword with his hand, and with a "clang," the sword’s spine trembled.

Other mysterious beings around gathered, attacking others, causing the crowd to panic once more.

"Don’t panic!" The white-robed True Immortal was entangled, unable to break free. He hastily shouted, "Form the formation, have you forgotten the technique I taught you?!"

The Immortal King stood above all, and even with a group of burdens, it was merely because most of these beings were the continuation of their bloodline, and more so, vassals of the King.

Of course, it wasn’t in the sense of literal bloodline continuation, more like the relationship of a dragon birthing nine offspring and the snake among them.

On ordinary days, they naturally wouldn’t bother with how these ants operated, it was this True Immortal who arranged various affairs.

Some beings came to their senses and began to take action.

But most were only in the Divine Realm, some even less. Even forming a formation, how could they possibly be opponents of a Supreme-level mysterious entity?

Just as the formation, as transparent as an eggshell, was formed, it shattered directly.

A chilling laugh echoed, but the next moment, the laughter abruptly stopped.

Following this, under the astonished gazes of the beings, these mysterious entities, like fierce wolves, whom they couldn’t resist, trembled as if winnowed.

Just a second ago, through their bloodline connection, they sensed that all their ancestors had been slaughtered.

"Ah..."

The harsh screams were piercing. Dozens of mysterious beings finally came to their senses, and ignoring the hunt, retreated in a panic.

But at this moment, the leading three Immortal Kings struck like thunder, killing every one of the mysterious beings at the True Immortal level and above.

Subsequently, the three Immortal Kings bent their waists, clasped their fists, with utmost respect, even somewhat obsequiously, making a deep bow towards the empty space in front of them.

"Where do you intend to go?"

Ye Fan’s form materialized from the void.

"It’s Ye Emperor."

The three Immortal Kings surprisingly recognized Ye Fan’s identity.

Ye Fan was not surprised.

They had been campaigning in this great world for a long time, it was normal for someone to be familiar.

"We plan to head to the Ancestral Land," the Silver Armored Immortal King responded respectfully.

...

The back mountain of Liu Village.

Still the familiar place.

The Purple Bamboo Forest, serene and tranquil.

The bamboo leaves rustled and fell daily, yet the forest remained lush, even denser.

Deep in the bamboo forest, Jiang Hui sat cross-legged on a bluestone.

He wasn’t in seclusion.

Instead, he was savoring the scenes just witnessed through the perspectives of Gu Chen and others.

As for that brief encounter, the flesh and bone giant directly suppressed by Gu Wa Zi naturally was within his range of sight.

No wonder the eerie presence there grew denser by the day.

Even before Gu Chen and others set foot, it had already reached a soaring state, and even without deliberate sensing, one could still feel it.

It turned out there truly was something fishy there.

And the situation wasn’t minor.

Due to the asymmetry of realms and known information, a few people couldn’t derive any particularly useful insights.

Jiang Hui was different, both his realm and understanding allowed him to see more secrets directly.

Firstly, they weren’t wrong.

That flesh mountain giant was indeed a new bizarre race created.

But contrary to their belief, it wasn’t unfinished or defective; it had succeeded, and quite well.

As for their imagined product possibly being a mysterious Immortal Emperor-level entity... completely wrong.

That realm could only be achieved independently; it couldn’t be created, not even if a Sacrificial Path State master intervenes.

Like once in the Alien Territory.

Why could a place not as deeply rooted as the Immortal Domain, yet at the same level as Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, give birth to so many Immortal Kings?!

Because of that Origin Ancient Device.

After being blessed, if one was lucky enough not to die, one could possess the potential and aptitude to become a King.

Simply put, it grants a pathway to reach higher realms.

But whether one can ultimately reach it isn’t guaranteed.

Firstly, surviving after the Origin Ancient Device’s blessing is an issue.

The Alien Territory’s existence may not be as long as the Immortal Domain, but it is at least of the same level as the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

Throughout the long years, those blessed by the Ancient Device are definitely not few.

But most, even ninety-nine percent, perished, with only a few surviving and ascending to the throne amid time.

But even taking a step back, just having this possibility is unimaginable.

However, now, it has shifted from mass-producing Immortal Kings to Quasi-Immortal Emperors.

This can’t possibly be the work of the Bizarre Clan.

If they had such capability, the Bizarre Clan would’ve acted long ago.

Quasi-Immortal Emperor level is considered invaluable combat power even for the Bizarre Clan, also a higher existence.

This flesh giant is undoubtedly the work of the Red-Haired Monster.

Jiang Hui was somewhat puzzled, why on earth would the Red-Haired Monster want to create another bizarre race?

Isn’t the current Bizarre Clan sufficient?

Not only are there ten bizarre Immortal Emperors, but also ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors, besides, numerous Quasi-Immortal Emperor-level bizarre entities exist.

With the current Bizarre Clan at the helm, they could undoubtedly ascend further.

Jiang Hui couldn’t comprehend it.

But there’s no need to overthink because rather than guessing the Red-Haired Monster’s motives, there was a simpler, more direct method:

Every time the Red-Haired Monster creates one, he will just destroy it.

No matter what they intend, just shatter it directly.

It’s unlikely to surpass the speed of destruction.

Next, he’ll see if the Red-Haired Monster is as he speculated, restricted by some reason or conditions, temporarily unable to act.

Of course, he also needed to be ready at all times, and if not, bring everyone back immediately.

The approach is somewhat aggressive, but he couldn’t always hide.

If the Red-Haired Monster’s goal were achieved, he’d probably have to stay in Paradise for life.

Of course, that wasn’t impossible either.

But it shouldn’t be the only choice, rather the last, forced option.

Having thought this through, Jiang Hui rose from the bluestone, took a light step forward, and as the scenery around him retreated like flowing water, he looked up to find himself in the Underworld.

Thereafter, he entered the nineteenth level of hell.

Upon entry.

Jiang Hui immediately introspected his Sea of Consciousness.

Like a vast and boundless universe.

At the center, an altar, a stone jar, a green oasis.

The altar stood alone, unparalleled, the stone jar and oasis stood on opposite sides, like its left and right arms, glaring at other things in the Sea of Consciousness.

As for the Cangtian Dao, it had long fused into the whole Sea of Consciousness.

After entering the Heaven, Jiang Hui left a part of his mind observing while sending a part into this nineteenth level of hell to try linking the three together.

Surprisingly, this nineteenth level of hell seemed to possess a special power, matching them perfectly, making real progress in a short time.