Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1709 - 1029: The World Falls Silent_2

Chapter 1709: Chapter 1029: The World Falls Silent_2

What is red dust cultivation of the heart? The true meaning of these words must be understood,

If he escapes this feeling, what meaning and role does the so-called cultivation of the heart have?!

He must immerse himself completely in it to truly experience the joys and sorrows of the characters within.

Those extreme sorrows, extreme roars, extreme joys, and so on.

By the end, although not a person in the painting, the emotions in the chest have completely entered the painting.

There’s no distinction between good and bad, nor true distinction between good and evil, everything lies in the heart, so-called a strong heart, unassailable by anyone.

Why in the world, is kindness hard to nurture and evil hard to remove? Because they have neither been nurtured nor removed. Such views on good and evil begin from the physical shell, and hence are mistaken.

The world nurtures all things, the sun shines for all, the rain and dew moisten all, what difference is there?

The difference lies only within the human heart.

Judging things by one’s likes, dislikes, and needs, then there is a division between good and evil...

Amidst the haze, the Banished Immortal seemed to have realized something.

The Stone Gate stood towering and unmoved, originally incapable of being pushed open with any amount of strength, yet now a crack had appeared.

Just a little more.

Still lacking...

Far too much was lacking to truly push open the Stone Gate.

"Truly empathizing..."

"Boom!"

The Banished Immortal only felt as if a thunderbolt flashed through his mind.

He caught hold of something.

In the next moment.

A towering ocean-like aura abruptly burst forth from the Banished Immortal’s body.

The Banished Immortal formally stepped into the Immortal Emperor Realm.

In the distance, the morning sun rose, boundless at the edge of the horizon.

The Banished Immortal did not know, from the time he began the cultivation of the heart to its end, only a second had passed outside.

For an Immortal Emperor, time during cultivation, if passed through, was like a flick of the finger.

If it could not be passed through, it was also like a flick of the finger, but the meanings they represented were completely different.

...

Stone Toughness and the Banished Immortal both stepped into the Immortal Emperor Realm, as usual, Jiang Hui ordered Old man Lin to hold a grand feast in the village, which the two celebrated together, continuing for seven or eight days in a row of flowing banquets.

It was quite lively.

Even so, it relieved much of the somber weight in people’s hearts.

After the feast, Jiang Hui took out a rare item in front of everyone as a reward.

To inspire everyone’s determination to forge ahead.

Jiang Hui stood with hands behind his back, and the aura around him was profound and unfathomable like an abyss:

"You two, there’s no need to continue concealing your auras!"

Stone Toughness and the Banished Immortal exchanged a glance, waiting for this moment, the so-called wealth not returned home is like a flashy coat worn at night.

In an instant, the imperial might from the two erupted with a thunderous force.

In an instant, two formidable Immortal Emperor auras, like a creation-opening magnitude, swept across the entire Immortal Domain with an irresistible surge.

Like two ancient blazing suns hanging high, the sky of the Immortal Domain was dyed a dazzling crimson gold, filled with auspicious figures grand and majestic, the whole world paid attention.

Throughout the Immortal Domain, all beings of the Ten Thousand Clans felt this irresistible power.

"Immortal Emperor aura, yet another supreme being has stepped into the Immortal Emperor Realm, how unimaginable, an unparalleled prosperous age, a true golden age!"

An old Immortal King muttered to himself, his voice trembling, once upon a time, an Immortal King was the pinnacle of realms, a Quasi-Immortal Emperor was unseen, let alone an Immortal Emperor, that was something only existent in legends, but now, like bamboo shoots after a rain.

In each ancient Fairy City, countless cultivators looked up to the sky, filled with reverence.

Numerous strong ones awakened from seclusion, their gaze directed towards the source of the two auras, when they detected it pointing towards the Holy Land, they were all shocked.

True Holy Land of the Imperial Homeland!

The cradle land where Emperors are born!

"Quick! Quickly go to the Holy Land and offer tributes to the Emperor’s pilgrimage!"

For a time, the Immortal Domain was in an uproar.

The spectacle of the occasion goes without saying.

Time flows, and for the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds shrouded in dark clouds, every moment seems exceptionally long.

Another few thousand years passed.

No news came of anyone reaching the end of their path, instead, the news came of Meng Tian Zheng stepping into the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm.

Although not as remarkable as an Immortal Emperor, within the vast Immortal Domain, outside Liu Village, a single Quasi-Immortal Emperor is certainly enough to stir a commotion and cause a sensation.

Jiang Hui was not surprised by Meng Tian Zheng entering the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm.

It is said that Shi Hao was the first to plant his body as a seed, but in truth, Meng Tian Zheng was actually the first. He pioneered this road, purely by his own strength, and if not for the era’s constraints, he might have truly succeeded, imposing over a true Immortal even during the Age of Doom, with his Human Path Domain.

It was precisely due to Meng Tian Zheng’s experience that Shi Hao’s path of body cultivation was so smooth.

During the Era of Sacred ruins, he became the gatekeeper of the Reincarnation Path, and though he died, his obsession rivaled the pinnacle of the Dao Ancestor.

The Dao Ancestor is the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm.

Even without Jiang Hui’s guidance, Meng Tian Zheng has the strength and talent to step into the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm,

Now, with Jiang Hui’s guidance, coupled with Liu Village’s unique cultivation environment and prodigies, it stands to reason he reached the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm.

As for the Immortal Emperor Realm, it’s not impossible.

The first half of Meng Tian Zheng’s life was affected by the era, as the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had their path to Immortal destruction due to the ancient war in Immortal Ancient, casting him into a time destined not to become immortal. With his talent, even without the accumulation of millions of years, he could have entered the Immortal Path Field long ago; now, it’s a case of thick accumulation and thin outbreak.

Do not look lightly upon Meng Tian Zheng just stepping into the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm; within tens of thousands of years, he can reach the consummate level of the Quasi-Immortal Emperor’s Realm, and after tens of thousands of years, might even step into the Immortal Emperor Realm, becoming the highest existence at the end of the road.

Accumulating steadily then erupting, Meng Tian Zheng’s cultivation time is evidently longer than others, yet this fate has a benefit; when advancing to a higher realm, the difficulty is somewhat simplified, breaking through becomes easier, progressing through minor realms is like eating and drinking.

During the Era of Sacred ruins, there emerged bizarrely powerful fates, such as the extraordinary luck of ’Hong Fu Qi Tian’; a fate defying destiny, though it doesn’t notably enhance combat power, its reverse Heaven’s fortune allows one to turn danger into safety amidst chaos, withered trees meet spring.

There’s also a fate called ’Cursed Luck’.

But this fate is peculiar, affecting others rather than oneself, distributing misfortune to the divine beings nearby.

In the Holy Ruins, there was an elder who constantly spoke of peace and harmony just to exploit Chu Luoli’s fate.

Time passes quickly in the village; unknowingly, another millennium has elapsed.

During this time, the Immortal Domain remained as peaceful as ever; the golden era was at its peak, and although this epoch wouldn’t last long, it shows no signs of ending yet.

For the countless clans in the Immortal Domain, despite not witnessing the great battle that occurred in All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, the eruption of road-ending level Immortal Emperors, accompanied by the ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors, still reverberates through ancient history ages later; the living beings of Ten Thousand Clans naturally sense it too.

Although nearly ten thousand years have passed with no follow-up, allowing everyone’s initially tense spirits to relax.

...

Some battlefield among All Heavens.

Desolate and solitary.

Bleak and biting winds blow across this battlefield, massive flocks of black crows spread their wings and sweep across the sky.

Here the earth is vast, pitch-black, eroded by mysterious powers, the ground chilling and bone-piercing, turned into sunless extreme cold tundra.

The scene is desolate, everywhere are ruins and remains, a battlefield burned by raging fire, ashes dance in the air like snowfall, a choking burnt smell pervades the aftermath of blazing flames.

"Splatter!"

A splash of blood like a fiery divine glow.

A mighty one fell, besieged by mysterious giants, colossal bodies lay dead in the starry sky.

A number of giant beings from the Bizarre Clan overlook this place, expressionless, a cage appears behind them, reaching out a pair of red-haired large hands to seize the fallen primordial spirit, Dao Foundation, Karma of this world.

Aside from the Primordial Spirit, Dao Foundation, Karma, which are clearly intangible, took shape as the massive hand swept over them.

They are strands of long red hairs, seemingly soaked in crimson bloodwater for countless years.

The large hand recedes, as if reclaiming things originally belonging to it.

"This domain is not the target we seek, next."

The mysterious giants exchange glances, then swiftly depart.

Such scenes are not happening in just one domain, one realm; this very moment unfolds across remaining domains in the heavens.

The expectation Jiang Hui had did not come to pass, perhaps due to some unknown reasons, the red-haired monster did not use a dream-invading sinister method to seek him but chose a way more despairing for the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds.

Despair drifts through the stars, making the cosmos utterly silent.