Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity Chapter 1140

Chapter 1140: Chapter 721: Emperor Merciless and the Dream of the Phantom Primordial Ancestor Chapter 1140: Chapter 721: Emperor Merciless and the Dream of the Phantom Primordial Ancestor Outside the Holy Land.

Silent and still, even the howling hurricanes weakened as they approached the majestic city, dissipating into nothingness.

Only the mysterious ancient ship, its entire body swirling with a black luster as if forged from heavy metal, stood out conspicuously.

The black ship lingered quietly, neither advancing an inch nor retreating a hair.

At first, the outside world was very concerned.

After all, whether it was that strange ship or the Holy Land itself, both were hot topics, impossible to ignore even if one wanted to.

Moreover, if the Holy Land truly had a connection with that black ship, perhaps many mysteries could be unraveled.

For example, who in the world had released this ship?

That was The Boundary Sea, where ordinary Immortal Kings had to tread carefully, fearing that a single wave could smash them to death, yet this black ship moved as if it were in a land without a soul.

Wherever one went, they could always spot their presence, damn it, it was as eerie as seeing a ghost.

However, as time passed and the black ship remained as steady as Mount Tai, people lost much of their desire to scrutinize.

Though the black ship was mysterious, the present time was unlike any other day; the days of muddling through life were gone. Everyone's curiosity had waned, either resisting or complying with the coming grand reckoning, sorting out their own affairs was the most important matter.

Behind the scenes, beings of the Immortal King Level had already begun to move.

The Immortal Domain was never united as one.

It hadn't been before, and it wasn't now.

Some feared the darkness and refused to be tainted by it.

But others felt the exact opposite.

In their view, falling into darkness was far more worthwhile than perishing on the Path of Death.

They had predicted glimpses of the grand reckoning through various secret techniques more than once.

It was too terrifying!

If that day truly came, the starry sky would be engulfed in war and flame, Immortal Kings' heads and King blood would be scattered across every corner of the Universe, this age would be an unprecedented era of dark turmoil, with no one spared.

If one couldn't fight against it, then they might as well join.

As for the consequences, anything was better than death.

Only a minority still held a wait-and-see attitude.

But then another ten days to half a month passed.

That eerie black ship still hung lonely in front of the Holy Land.

The last few also lost patience.

Because they suddenly realized, even if the black ship really had an intricate connection with the Master of the Holy Land, and behind it, there might exist unimaginable Karma, with that one's methods, if there really were some secrets involved, it would be nigh impossible for them to fathom anything.

Twilight had arrived.

Above the horizon, the silver disk hung high, moonlight poured down like a layer of silver gauze, cold and bright.

At this time, from within the solitary black ship, suddenly there emerged a tall and graceful figure.

Although completely shrouded in a wide cloak, the slight contours made it clear that it was a woman.

Because her legs were exposed, too long and full, fair as frost, a man could not have such legs.

Of course, the most important was the prominent chest, quite a considerable size.

The figure seemed to have no intent to conceal her identity, especially her gender.

Those long legs stepped through the void, swaying gracefully under the moonlight, like a blooming white lotus, pure and transcendent, with unequaled grandeur. Within a few steps, she had reached the city gates, then effortlessly passed the people queued up and strode into the city as if no one was around.

Throughout the process, it was as if she was invisible; from start to finish, not a single person noticed her, not even the True Immortals.

After crossing the city gates.

There lay an exceedingly wide bluestone path.

It was more of a large square than a path.

Beyond the bluestone path was the outer city.

Streets intertwined, the stone pavement shimmered faintly, shop banners fluttered on both sides, the antique signs swayed in the breeze. Passers-by were bustling about, vendors' cries rose and fell, the Holy Land's outer city looked like an ordinary town's marketplace from afar.

Mountains surrounded in the distance, amidst swirling Yun Wu.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, glistening on the city walls, splendid and awe-inspiring.

Those in the know understood this to be the Holy Land; those who didn't might mistake it for a common marketplace in a mortal nation.

However, the woman shrouded in the black cloak brightened up, surveying the surroundings for a long while before retracting her gaze.

Afterward, the woman continued forward at an unhurried pace.

She held something like a Jade Pendant in her hand, faintly glowing.

It was a Guiding Stone.

She had requested it the last time they parted.

The reason she asked for it,
was because even to her, the Formation of that village was exceptionally profound, and somewhat difficult to comprehend, the power of the Formation seemed to vary with the strength of the intruder.

She had weighed it in her mind but lacked the confidence to overcome that Formation.

That's why she asked for something that could circumvent the Formation.

Fortunately.

The Master of Liu Village simply asked a few questions and indeed gave her one.

Soon.

A massive gateway appeared before the woman, with a giant stone standing beside it, inscribed with the words “Liu Village.”

A familiar place.

Though she had only stayed here for a while, the place seemed to possess an inexplicable magic that made her feel strangely attached.

Chapter end

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