Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity Chapter 1102

Chapter 1102: Chapter 698: Liu Village is My Home_2 Chapter 1102: Chapter 698: Liu Village is My Home_2 “`
Any more, I fear, would overwhelm this group of Immortal Kings.

Although they were unclear about Jiang Hui's true realm, none of the Immortal Kings felt anything amiss.

The ability to kill Ao Sheng, Primordial, and Primitive three Supreme Immortal Kings with a single slap–not after a prolonged exquisite battle, but a sheer overwhelming of absolute power–such strength, even without reaching the Emperor's Creation, remained beyond their imagination.

Sometimes, power is hierarchy.

“Lord Willow God, we come to you this time with a request,” Pan King said, lips slightly pursed and a smile at the corners of his mouth. As the leader among these Immortal Kings, he forwent excessive pleasantries and got straight to the point.

As he spoke,
Pan King's gaze briefly swept over the Willow God, he paused,
For some reason, it felt strangely familiar, as if seeing an old friend.

The appearance was nearly identical, but the aura was completely different.

One was untouched by the mundane world, peerless and flawless, while the other possessed a more worldly aura, more tangible.

“I must be seeing things!” Pan King would rather suspect something was wrong with his own eyes than anything else.

He vaguely remembered that his old friend had gone to The Boundary Sea, where it was easy to enter but as hard to leave as reaching heaven.

Every creature that ventured into The Boundary Sea aimed to reach the shore, but how many had succeeded since ancient times?

Not to say there were none, but they were few and far between; at least, he had never heard of anyone.

Gathering his thoughts, Pan King took a deep breath, “Master of the Holy Land, the great calamity of heaven and earth is soon upon us. Though we are Immortal Kings, we are unable to withstand this apocalypse. We hope to receive your guidance.”

Jiang Hui raised an eyebrow and said indifferently, “All of you are kings long established in the realm, so guidance is not the word, but I am quite accustomed to living here. Should such a crisis arise, I will not stand idly by.”

Considering that Pan King had braved the covetous gazes of other Burial Kings to come to Liu Village seeking help, Jiang Hui did not mind repaying kindness with kindness.

Truth be told, he had wanted to take this opportunity to have these Immortal Kings return to their respective Sects and erect a stele for him that their disciples would venerate sincerely, so as to scrape together as many Experience Points as possible.

After all, if you don't erect it, and he doesn't erect it, how am I to increase my Experience Points?

But after much consideration, he ultimately felt it was not appropriate.

Setting aside whether these Immortal Kings would agree,
Even if they did agree, such a forceful act was unlikely to bring much experience.

The disciples within the Sects were not machines, programmed to decide everything; superficial piety did not equate to sincerity, only true devotion from the heart counted.

Although he was renowned, his silence had been prolonged for too long, and he had no connections with the major Sects; why would those proud and lofty talents sincerely venerate him?

Just because he was the Master of the Holy Land?

Or because he could easily subdue Immortal Kings?

It could count, but it was not enough.

At most, it equated to admiration and reverence.

The devotion of true believers was unattainable.

It was better to let things take their course, and in time, even without his word, those Sects would willingly do so on their own initiative; that was the best choice.

“We thank you greatly for your generosity, senior.”

The group of Immortal Kings exchanged glances, feeling that something was a bit strange, but since he had already made such a promise, they had little else to say.

Pan King said softly, “In that case, we will take our leave!”

They certainly wanted to stay a bit longer, but after all, this was private territory, and their relationship with the owner of the Holy Land was not so intimate as to comfortably treat this place like their own backyard.

“Certainly, take care,” Jiang Hui nodded slightly, speaking unhurriedly.

Watching a group of Kings, who wherever they went in the world would have all creatures madly bowing before them, come and go in haste like ordinary mortals, the Willow God could not help lamenting, “The master has a way with words; these Immortal Kings clearly came seeking a solution to their own crisis, but were sent away by the master with a mere promise of help when the Immortal Domain faces danger. I wonder how frustrated they will feel when they realize!”

“Are you implying that I should block their disaster for them?”

Jiang Hui looked at the Willow God, surprized in his tone.

“The master must not overthink it; I, of course, could not possibly mean that. When the great reckoning comes, all kings must face their own karma; there's no notion of someone dispelling it for them.

I only feel some lament that the world sees Kings as unfathomable, unreachable, and elusive, radiant as the great sun among the vast stars, noble and majestic…

But in reality? What difference do they have from the common folk? The common folk struggle through the vast mortal world, while immortals seek in the Sea of Karma…”

The woman's skin was as clear as ice and as smooth as jade, shining like the bright moon, lowering her eyes, her voice was soft and sweet, like an oriole emerging from a valley.

“It is the same for all, even upon becoming emperors, transcendence is never truly achieved,” sighed Jiang Hui, his deep eyes tinged with a shimmer of unusual light.

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“Even Emperors cannot transcend?” Willow God blinked slightly, a bit astonished, as if there was a deeper meaning in the words, as though he knew many secrets.

However, she did not ask any further questions.

Even if she knew that asking might reveal things beyond her understanding.

She wasn't truly the Willow God, and naturally, her aspirations in this life were different.

Descending from the back mountains, Old man Lin led the group of Immortal Kings back along the original path.

The village was filled with various formations; if one wasn't a villager, even a slight misstep could trap them within, requiring a guide to enter safely.

It was at that moment when a strong presence, also of a King's caliber, approached, and there was more than one.

The next instant,
At the turn of the cobblestone path, a group came striding quickly, their bodies emanating golden patterns like flowing water.

“Hm? It's actually them!”

As his gaze swept over King Huo Heng Burial and his entourage, Pan King was taken aback, his expression full of surprise.

He had been there when this group of burial kings wanted to question the Master of the Holy Land, having seen with his own eyes how they were slapped away by The Master of Liu Village. Why had they returned to the village?

Could it be that these burial kings had defected to The Master of Liu Village?

Otherwise, how could they be allowed to stay in this village?

If his guesses were true,
Wouldn't that be too shocking?

The group of burial kings also noticed Pan King and the others, and Elder Burial King Huo Heng, with a slight purse of his lips and a laughing face, quickly stepped forward, acting quite familiar as he clasped his hands and said, “Pan King Fellow Daoist, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here today.”

For some reason, Pan King felt there was something strange about this sentence; it should be he who asked the question.

What were you group of Burial Kings doing, not staying in the Burial Domain but running off here?

Perhaps it was a bit abrupt, but Pan King couldn't help himself.

King Huo Heng Burial, with a beaming face, said, “Ah, Brother Pan King speaks amiss, Liu Village is my home, where else should I be if not here?!”

“Hm?”

The Burial Ground was quiet and profound; looking around, it was shrouded in a gray haze,
Much like a desolate universe within the Star Sea, eerily silent as if forgotten by time, the air permeated with a heavy staleness as if even the wind was afraid to break this silence, gently detouring around.

The surrounding landscape seemed frozen in a still frame, like an old black and white photograph, with occasional faint sounds that seemed to drift from a far away place, quickly swallowed by endless quietude.

But just then,
A scratching sound of digging abruptly broke the silence.

It was two low mounds of earth.

One of the mounds was visibly moving, as if something underneath was trying to break through.

Suddenly, wisps of smoke rose from the top of the mound, and the next moment, it split open, accompanied by labored, bellows-like breathing sounds, revealing a pair of thin, dry hands clawing up from beneath.

It was an old Taoist, his hair tinged with streaks of white.

It was none other than Cao Yu Sheng.

During the long silence, his clothing had become tattered and dirtied, marked by the passing of years.

Clothes are mere objects, unable to withstand the erosion of time, and it was decent quality that they had not completely disintegrated.

Compared to hundreds of thousands of years ago, Cao Yu Sheng looked slightly younger, although he had still not made the breakthrough to immortality.

That barrier, to him, was like an insurmountable mountain.

Chapter end

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