Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1724 - 1037: Preaching to the Ten Thousand Clans, Transformation Achieved

Chapter 1724: Chapter 1037: Preaching to the Ten Thousand Clans, Transformation Achieved

Although the World Tree Growth Liquid has minimal effect on the Chaos Entity, at least it proves that the growth of the entity can be accelerated by external forces, rather than having to proceed step by step, waiting each day.

After understanding this, the next steps are undoubtedly much simpler; just continually testing and making mistakes is bound to result in something suitable for the entity’s growth.

In his hands, Jiang Hui possesses quite a few spiritual liquids or other items that can accelerate growth; these were previously obtained from dragon eggs.

Jiang Hui has an intuition that perhaps this Chaos Divine Body might bring him unexpected gains.

The transformation of the Little True Dragon in the Ancestor Dragon Dragon Breeding Pool continues and cannot end in the short term.

The power of dragon breeding within the pool constantly washes over the large dragon body, revealing its true size at this moment. Just one scale is as large as a star, covering the sky, and at this moment, all the scales are glowing like countless mighty suns shining brightly, dazzling to the eyes, as if each contains a Celestial God, sincerely bowing to the Little True Dragon, majestic as rivers and mountains.

Each time the flesh breaks down and reorganizes, it brings the Little True Dragon closer to the Ancestor Dragon bloodline.

Jiang Hui can feel, amidst the disintegration, an unimaginable tremor slowly awakening in the Little True Dragon’s already extraordinary bloodline.

Even though there’s still time before a full awakening, getting started is always the hardest part, once begun, everything else will naturally follow.

"Though the Little True Dragon needs more time for its true transformation, during this period I naturally cannot just sit and wait; I should use this last era of peace to accomplish some things."

These things naturally don’t involve merely accelerating the entity’s incubation speed. While this is necessary, it can be done effortlessly without involving most of my energy.

Jiang Hui thought about it; instead of arming the village, he should concentrate on arming the entire Immortal Domain to the teeth.

He must seize the time to enhance the overall strength of the Immortal Domain, so when the great tribulation occurs, there’s more power left to protect lives. Liu Village’s strength is ultimately limited, should a catastrophe occur, it’s impossible to take care of everyone, considering the enigmatic Immortal Kings, the enigmatic Immortal Emperors, and the Phantom Primordial Ancestors, most of what remains are the Mysterious Army.

The main battlefield will be here, and those above Immortal Kings need to head to the external battlefield; otherwise, even without mentioning the Phantom Primordial Ancestor, the pressure and fluctuations of those at the Immortal Emperor Level can directly destroy the Immortal Domain.

One day.

As the morning mist hadn’t dispersed, Jiang Hui stood atop the mountain with his hands behind his back.

In his palm rested the small green stone stele, no larger than a palm. At first glance, the stele seemed ordinary, very common, but if one’s mind was immersed in it, countless Great Taoist Runes could be seen like glimmers on the waves, constantly flashing.

"Go."

The next moment,

Jiang Hui suddenly threw the stele out of his hand,

In an instant.

It was like the Milky Way falling from the Universe.

A peerlessly extreme radiance instantly spread across the entire Immortal Domain.

Simultaneously, the mighty sound of the Great Tao echoed like an Ancient Era’s resonance, shaking the soul of all living creatures, like the beginning of order and law.

Amidst the world, all noise and uproar returned to silence, only leaving the mighty everlasting sound of the Great Tao, carrying the universe’s primal heat, shaking off all illusions and distractions.

At this time.

The originally palm-sized green stone stele grew rapidly in the wind.

Amidst the trembling mountains, a towering stele emerged from the earth.

The top of the stele reached the skies, seemingly entering the Star Sea above, clouds swirled like waves at its waist, the roots of the stele pierced deeply into the earth.

Although it was merely a stone stele, at this moment it seemed like a heaven-supporting giant pillar forged from the spine of the world, extraordinarily grandiose, and at this juncture, all living creatures gazed upward at the stele, each wide-eyed, not knowing what had occurred,

"Today, I establish this stele at the center of the Immortal Domain for all clans to gain insights. Within this stele are the Ten Thousand Laws created by me, and regardless of the strength or realm level of each clan, everyone can gain understanding at its front, those with fate may attain the supreme Tao contained within."

Jiang Hui’s voice was like grand bells and drums, echoing throughout the Immortal Domain.

Above the Immortal Domain, the winds and clouds stirred.

Whether flesh and blood life forms or spirit trees and plants, even ordinary plants with no trace of spiritual nature, mayflies and ants living momentarily, all could hear this sound.

Jiang Hui intends to transmit the Tao to all clans.

The cultivation techniques, Treasured Techniques, and Divine Skills he possesses are too numerous and rich.

Even the Divine Treasure Skills, though ordinary to him, are unimaginably secret to the outside world.

The village has no use for them, but keeping them is unnecessary, better to transfer them to the Immortal Domain’s Ten Thousand Clans, gaining experience points instantly. Simultaneously, it will serve to arm the Immortal Domain.

Consider it as the third fire added by himself to this rare golden era.

Eras create heroes, but heroes also create eras.

"The Master of the Holy Land passes down Ten Thousand Laws, granting us insights... gratitude for the unprecedented transmission of law by the Holy Ancestor."

Upon hearing this voice, the beings of the Ten Thousand Clans immediately prostrated themselves, expressing thanks and emotion, tears streaming down.

Not even considering what laws the stele imparts, just the sentiment proves sufficient for them to bow in thankfulness.

The stele of Enlightenment towered into the clouds, ancient and boundless, seemingly having endured countless ages of baptism.

On its surface, the previously still dense runes seemed to come alive, circulating across the surface.

Sometimes condensing into mountains and rivers, sometimes transforming into stars and moons.

At times evolving the forms of ten thousand clan beings, at times transforming into various weapons’ benefits.