Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1686: Untitled -

Chapter 1686: Untitled Chapter

Deep within the Ancestral Land, ten ancient caskets engraved with bizarre runes trembled slightly, and then, ten towering figures slowly emerged from the caskets.

Their statures were as immense as mountains, surrounded by Chaotic Qi and Immortal Light, as if the entire Universe trembled at their feet.

Each figure emanated an overwhelming pressure that even time seemed to freeze beneath them.

There was a roaring here, an unimaginable force gathering, corroding all paths.

These ten supreme figures were naturally the Ten Great Ancestors of the Bizarre Clan, eternally immortal.

Their eyes were deep, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression, as if a mere glance could turn all things in the world to dust.

However, at this moment, each Great Mysterious Ancestor’s face was shrouded in a layer of somber frost, with thunderous fury raging in their eyes.

Because not long ago, they perceived entities at the pinnacle of the Sacrificial Path State had been completely erased with no trace left behind, and even the tremendous power of resurrection from the Ancestral Land couldn’t summon them back.

This forced them to awaken immediately from their long slumber.

For even considering the foundation of other realms, it had only birthed ten Phantom Immortal Emperors.

Through endless ages, those qualified to reach this point were the most gifted beings just beneath them.

Even in some sense, the ten Alien Immortal Emperors were poised to take over their mantle in the future.

Now, they had been wiped out completely, rendering resurrection impossible even with the power of the Ancestral Land. Such a colossal loss was unimaginable, even for their clan.

The eyes of the Ten Great Ancestors pierced through the endless void, finally falling upon a certain place within the Ancestral Land.

As their gaze uniformly fell.

From deep within the Ancestral Land, an unprecedented tremor suddenly echoed.

The eternally frozen black earth seemed to be torn by an inexplicable force.

Massive cracks crisscrossed, raising three mound-like graves the size of hills.

These mounds exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down the spine.

Around the graves, ghastly winds swept through, with the sound of wailing and howling filling the air, as if billions of wraiths wandered here, unable to find peace.

Looking closely, they were not ordinary earthen graves but were composed of countless piled bones.

Some of these bones were jade-like, crystal clear, emanating a faint glow;

Others were black as ink, emitting a decaying aura.

Countless dense bones stacked together formed three horrifying bone mounds.

Suddenly, the three graves exploded without warning.

With an earth-shattering blast, blood gushed forth like a surging fountain, forming massive blood pillars in the air.

The blood intertwined and converged, gradually forming three twisted, ghostly figures resembling rotten corpses.

Their bodies twisted and deformed, emitting a nauseating stench, with skin rotting away to reveal ghastly white bones, shrouded in wisps of black mist.

Seeing this, the Ten Great Ancestors immediately activated the mysterious powers of the Ancestral Land, aided by the bloodline legacy of the True Ancestor, forcefully reversing karma.

Instantly, the Ancestral Land flared brightly, mysterious runes flickering, rewriting the rules of Heaven and Earth.

Under this immense power, three souls and fires of the Phantom Immortal Emperors previously erased were gradually condensed from the annals of obliterated time.

Brought forth by the counter-heavenly means of the Ten Ancestors, these three Phantom Immortal Emperors were forcibly gathered from obliterated time.

However, such reversal of karma cannot last long, even for the Phantom Primordial Ancestors at the Sacrificial Path State; they can’t control everything. When time runs out, these three Phantom Immortal Emperors will vanish again, for all their traces have been erased; now they are merely echoes of the past forcibly summoned by the ten Great Mysterious Ancestors, not true resurrections.

"Who... annihilated you?" one Phantom Primordial Ancestor slowly spoke, his voice low and cold, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell. His gaze, sharp as a knife, pierced the three ghostly figures.

The three figures trembled slightly, then reverently bowed to the Ten Great Ancestors.

Subsequently, the soul fire of one Phantom Immortal Emperor quivered as it spoke, a voice brimming with endless panic and disturbance: "Reporting to the Ancestor... it was those variables... they joined forces... completely obliterated our traces... not even the chance for resurrection existed."

"Variables..." another Phantom Primordial Ancestor murmured these words, eyes flashing a cold gleam, mixed with unspoken indignation.

He had personally descended upon that battle above Heaven, believing he could end all variables in one fell swoop, yet ultimately failed.

Not only did the variables escape eradication, they were rescued before his eyes. Now, they brazenly reemerged to wreck their grand designs, courting death and insulting them openly.

"Despicable!" The Phantom Primordial Ancestor roared, his voice thundering through the depths of the Ancestral Land, shaking it to its core. "Those variables... daring to repeatedly thwart our grand plans! If they aren’t thoroughly annihilated, where is our clan’s dignity!"