Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1740 - 1045: Red-Haired Monster

Chapter 1740: Chapter 1045: Red-Haired Monster

As the azure mist surged in more and more, the rigidity and emptiness in the gigantic face would lessen bit by bit.

In its place, the vitality on the face would grow stronger, and the emotional fluctuations between the brows would become more full and flexible.

Yet it still fell short by a little.

Even if all the azure smoke was completely absorbed, there still seemed to be an indescribable falsehood.

However, this giant face didn’t care whether its smile was genuine or fake, only adapting to such emotions.

"True Ancestor."

The will of the Phantom Primordial Ancestor manifesting here was exceedingly respectful, all bowing piously to the giant face, trembling with fear, even with other Primordial Ancestors’ wills descending, all waiting for the latter’s reprimand.

This time, although they acted immediately, even awakening from dormancy early, they were still a step too late.

Not only did they allow that greatest variable along with a group of smaller variables to escape safely, but the other party also managed to save many living beings, leaving them only with the old, weak, sick, and disabled.

"I have already known everything; this time I do not blame you. Even if you arrived here early, the result would not change much."

A voice, neither male nor female, emitted from the gigantic face.

Meanwhile, as it spoke, the big face sometimes cried, sometimes laughed, or showed anger or sadness.

In just an instant, it revealed many different emotional fluctuations.

Strangely, there was not the slightest sense of discord.

In fact, it seemed that such complex emotional fluctuations should indeed appear on this big face.

The ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors lowered their heads, not daring to look directly, all letting out a long sigh of relief in their hearts.

They were not afraid of being punished by the True Ancestor; rather, they feared more that the True Ancestor would be disappointed in them.

After all, if that were the case, even they might be abandoned, forever denied any higher realm.

The ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors were cautious, and through countless ages, they attempted to trace even the slightest trace left by this being, seeking to reach a more powerful level of existence.

Subsequently, as the ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors bowed respectfully, the suddenly appearing giant face disappeared.

Simultaneously.

In the deepest part of the mystical highland symbolizing ominous will.

This place was a forbidden zone even the ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors could not tread upon.

Originally nonexistent, it appeared in the depths of the highland after the red-haired creature awoke.

Thick black fog engulfed this place, and looking up, no end was in sight.

However, unlike the outer permanent black frozen soil.

Inside, it was tranquil, extraordinarily peaceful, with birdsong and fragrant flowers, lush and vibrant greenery everywhere.

Clear springs murmured, streams gurgled, resembling a rare Paradise.

In the very center, an old Willow Tree took root.

Mighty, ancient, its trunk as fierce as a Giant Python; just a glance at the trunk evoked an abrupt sense of the silent passage of time.

The bark was raised, rough, and heavy like Scale Armor, with cracks crawling with moss, adorning it.

A gentle breeze swept through, and countless willow branches nearly touching the ground swayed, producing chime-like sounds.

Strictly speaking,

This old Willow Tree was not particularly large, only about a dozen meters tall, yet exceptionally thick, its bronze-like trunk almost mountainous in proportion, with horned-dragon-like roots protruding from the ground, entangling together.

Under the Willow Tree.

A human-like entity sat with legs crossed, eyes tightly shut.

This person appeared thin, yet upon a few more glances, the scene in the eyes would drastically transform.

Their shoulders seemed wide as the sky, waist narrow as a canyon, and with each breath, the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds seemed to tremble, resonating actively.

Behind, the void was endless, stars twinkling like a crown; below, the vast expanse of the earth, with mountains bowing down.

They appeared as a majestic peak, sitting there, entirely crimson.

The crimson, due to dense "red forest" like a blood-colored carpet covering the peak.

But the illusion flickered away quickly.

The entity’s posture was upright, with all but the eyes shrouded in a faint mist, indistinct.

At this moment, from their mouth and nose, faint azure smoke surged forth, like an obscured, flowing river, disappearing into their mouth and nose with each inhale and exhale.

As the azure smoke was fully absorbed.

The human-like entity’s once-closed eyes abruptly opened,

In an instant, two shafts of cold light shot out like sharp swords, piercing the void.

"Boom, boom!"

The highland seemed to tremble as the entity’s eyes opened and closed, invisible ripples appeared, and the Phantom Immortal Emperors at the ten road’s end trembled, then prostrated on the ground, madly bowing toward the highland’s depths.

"Amidst the vast heavens and earth, the true passing years, even the longest time will eventually come to an end... What truly is eternity, immortality? The power to overlook everything?"

The entity rose, gazing at the old Willow Tree beside them.

It seemed they were speaking to the Willow Tree, yet also speaking to themselves.

Like a python, the tree trunk swayed, branches fluttering, petals falling, adding a touch of serenity to this tranquil scene.

On the dozen-meter-tall old Willow Tree, the leaves looked as flawless as jade, emitting faint fluorescence, seeming to respond to the entity’s words.

"Haha, truly you are the vessel I’ve chosen, destroying my plans time and again, yet always escaping unscathed each time, unexpected, truly unexpected."

The entity’s voice was low and shadowy, carrying a repressed hoarseness as if coming from the depths of the Nine Netherworld.