Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1739 - 1044: As a _2

Chapter 1739: Chapter 1044: As a _2

Like countless flesh and blood were blooming extravagantly.

Eons flow by, roaring and crashing, revealing scenes they could never have comprehended.

Above all heavens.

There sat an unfathomable, unimaginably large black shadow.

The figure was too grand, shrouded in black mist, its appearance unclear, like a stone sculpture, but even motionless, it made their bloodlines shudder, and souls feel frozen.

Its eyes were slightly closed, one palm hanging down with a bloodstain, flesh flipped outward, and black blood beads constantly dripping from the wound, diluted over the ages...

Instantly, all the escaping Immortal Kings widened their eyes, feeling a terror from within.

Who is that?

The crimson snow that could bury them was merely transformed from the blood in that palm.

"What on earth is such an existence?"

An old Immortal King murmured, voice trembling with panic.

No response, for no one knew the origin of that exaggerated figure, and at that moment, only unprecedented dread and desolation filled their hearts.

Like ants that had one day discovered the existence of a deity, they became acutely aware of the horror of such existence.

The gap in power, unable to fathom, made the Immortal Kings who had fled here feel no desire to resist at all.

They could only pray that the giant silent figure would spare them.

Not every realm was aware of the Bizarre Clan’s existence; those words were an absolute taboo, similar to how lower realm cultivators cannot speak the names of the Immortal Kings to avoid their scrutiny.

Just then, that terrible black shadow in silence seemed to perceive something and suddenly opened its eyes.

In an instant, the oppressive feeling in the world rose sharply, and the group of Immortal Kings felt their souls about to be crushed.

"Run!" an Immortal King screamed in panic, fleeing immediately.

Yet a drop of black blood soon fell from above his head; the black snow melted into his body, crackling and popping like boiling hot oil, seeming not to be blood but burning black oil.

The Immortal King instantly let out a miserable scream; then, his entire flesh was melted directly, and King blood splattered with flesh, unbearable to behold.

The giant hand reached over and seized the Primordial Spirit of this Immortal King.

By the time all worlds had withered and turned to ruins, the pollution and erosion curtains were drawn down, only to end in sacrifice, all beings without exception, everything sacrificed, nothing spared.

Such scenes unfolded across the worlds, and no surviving domain could escape calamity.

One by one, Taoist Ancestor Level Bizarre Quasi-Immortal Emperors used blood and flesh as their guides, aiming to sacrifice the heavens in the shortest time; everything headed for closure, and the crimson snow did not fall downward but hovered above the heavens.

The era approached its end.

The era of absolute spirit in the Holy Ruins’ epochs was born; in the heavens, no field of Immortal Path would be born again; even attaining immortality, the realm would be severed, infinite lifespan became limited, while in the Human Path Domain, the Supreme existences’ lifespan would be no more than a few thousand years, not even reaching ten thousand, and moreover, the beings of the Human Path Domain would be suppressed more harshly, realms diminishing daily, features withering with age.

Even the once-darling sons and daughters of heaven, dragons and phoenixes among men, turned to handfuls of yellow soil under the weight of time.

No matter how extraordinary your talents, you would ultimately be locked within the Human Path Domain till death.

No matter the hero or conquering overlord, but a fingertip’s laugh.

Some innately strong-blooded races wept, howling incessantly, their ancestors, once unimaginably powerful, where an existence of Immortal Path had been born, but as of now, they could only endure life and death like mortals, madness and decay.

Jiang Hui’s gaze grew increasingly icy.

The Bizarre Clan intended to sacrifice the heavens, so he would stop them from executing this process.

No need for any flowery methods.

Even if ultimately unable to preview success, exerting resistance would still count as success.

Now, his only advantage was being in the dark while the enemy was in the light.

If he did not fully exploit this advantage, he would inevitably fall into too passive a situation.

Especially.

With the current believers reaching the level of fanaticism, he could transform himself into a Highland-like presence, continuously enforcing revival dominance upon his fanatical believers.

Therefore,

As long as the Red-Haired Monster did not intervene, he could confront the Bizarre Clan.

Moreover, the believers could gain experience points by killing bizarre creatures.

The Ten Crown King, Banished Immortal, Gu Chen, and other peerless talents received Jiang Hui’s decree and charged forth immediately.

To prevent accidents, those sent out were all believers of fanatic faith levels or higher, meanwhile, Gu Chen, Banished Immortal, Ten Crown King, and Stone Toughness were paths-end level existences who advanced to the Immortal Emperor’s Realm.

Simultaneously, Jiang Hui also advanced, hidden, probing whether the Red-Haired Monster had followed.

However, such a possibility should be quite small.

After all, not even the Phantom Primordial Ancestor had appeared, the only ones at work were Bizarre Quasi-Immortal Emperors.

Even during the previous fierce battle, the Phantom Primordial Ancestor’s true body emerged from the Highland, yet still, the Red-Haired Monster did not appear.

The Ten Crown King, Banished Immortal, Gu Chen, Stone Toughness and others attacked the heavens, with their strength, the Taoist Ancestor level Quasi-Immortal Emperors facing them were like eggs smashing into rocks.

The figures flashed like lightning, and the Iron Fist was unstoppable.

Wherever they went, another Bizarre Quasi-Immortal Emperor was suppressed and slain.

Gu Chen wielded the Bloodthirsty Divine Spear, its tip exuding killing intent, each strike easily tearing through the void,

Banished Immortal resembling a white-robed War God, the longsword in hand waving, sword qi soaring everywhere.

The Ten Crown King struck fiercely, a punch shaking heaven and earth.

The Double Pupils had eyes burning with flames, endless fire erupting, seemingly enough to incinerate the heavens.

The desolate scene gradually recovered vitality.

But this naturally caught the attention of the Phantom Primordial Ancestor.

Yet when their outlines emerged from the ages, Jiang Hui had already sensed, ordering everyone to retreat in advance.

Meanwhile, he erased everyone’s traces and the karma here, also taking away some cultivatable bloodline races from the realms.

Relying on the resonance effect of the three World Trees, the Immortal Domain could hold more beings. In the worst case, arrangements could be made on the embankments, on the isolated islands of The Boundary Sea.

Yet even so, it wasn’t possible to accommodate all.

Jiang Hui’s state of mind was unmoved.

He had done his utmost, leaving the rest to fate.

Countering the Bizarre Clan was inevitably intertwined with death; even he himself might fall one day.

Soon, several Phantom Primordial Ancestors emerged from the ages, imposing as mountains, yet by the time they arrived, the humans were long gone from the realm.

"The aura remains, but the destination is undetectable."

The Phantom Primordial Ancestors weren’t in their true forms, merely a will descending here.

All their gazes were icy, sinisterly dead, like two blazing blood seas.

Rage and killing intent boiling, this place obliterated, everything rendered nonexistent.

"How dare they mock us!" a Phantom Primordial Ancestor’s voice roared like thunder, anger rising like a titanic wave, sweeping all directions, the entire world trembling in his fury.

"Escaping for a time, but not forever. All heavens and myriads of worlds will ultimately fall into our hands."

"Find that person!" a Phantom Primordial Ancestor’s voice was as chilling as ice, "No matter where they escape, bring that person out and utterly crush them!"

A group of Phantom Primordial Ancestors were boundless in their rage; when had they ever encountered such a thing?

One Phantom Primordial Ancestor took action, a massive hand covering the heavens, directly burying all great realms sensed.

A shrine appeared, absorbing everything entirely.

Not only karma, emotions, experiences, etc., all transformed into tangible smoke, flowing into the shrine.

At this moment, a vast face loomed faintly.

The huge face initially resembled an ancient statue sealed by time, lifeless, rigidly suspended in the void. The skin was a deathly gray.

With chapped, bloodless lips, it remained tightly shut;

As the Phantom Primordial Ancestor activated the shrine, the absorbed karma, emotions, experiences, and the like, transformed into tangible smoke, like nimble snakes, snaked into the giant face. At first, a few wisps of smoke gently touched the giant face, then more and more smoke swarmed over, completely enveloping the face.

Those hollow eyes