Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity Chapter 1147

Chapter 1147: Chapter 724: The 1st Avatar Refines the Heart_2 Chapter 1147: Chapter 724: The 1st Avatar Refines the Heart_2 The second most powerful in the world and the Emperor Daoist Immortal Golden Taoist had once been solid semi-step giants, so there was naturally no need to worry about their strength.

Seeing such a scene, Jiang Hui simply waved his hand grandly, adding all the passable prodigies from the village to the mix, gloriously dubbing them reinforcements.

Beyond that, there was also Little Black.

Little Black was his first disciple and naturally could also add experience points,
which now thoroughly confused Shi Hao.

Looking at that mass of figures, as well as the enormous, heaven-reaching shadow among them, the future Emperor Huang Tian was left dumbfounded and took some time to recover his wits.

How had household matters turned into everyone's business in just a few days?

Nonetheless, filled with doubts, Shi Hao didn't ask any questions, assuming that Senior Liu had his own profound reasons that he, with his limited knowledge, simply couldn't fathom.

After the rest period ended,
a massive crowd set out mightily toward a nameless ancient land deep within the Immortal Domain.

Given the sheer number of people, and the varied range of their abilities,
Old Man Lin specially produced a Life Ancient Ship for the journey.

The Life Ancient Ship was vast and grand, resembling a colossal star in a constellation.

The body of the ship was surrounded by deep black holes that glittered with the cold, icy breath unique to steel, instilling intimidation at a glance.

It didn't require steering and could automatically reach the destination, leaving Shi Hao deeply moved.

He thought to himself, truly worthy of Senior Liu.

He has so many rare treasures at his disposal, things I haven't even heard of.

The ancient ship was so enormous that the journey itself was incredibly awe-inspiring.

Shi Hao had initially intended to go there to take a look first.

But with such an arrangement, it looked as if they were specifically heading out for battle.

Soon, the group arrived deep within the Immortal Domain.

The scene there was bizarre.

Wherever one looked, it was a wintry spectacle.

However, it was not real snow but a scene composed of all sorts of skeletons, stretching out endlessly, beyond what one could possibly imagine.

Further away, there were bubbling yellow-brown marshes.

Beyond that, some extinguished remnants of stars had fallen into those marshes, being slowly devoured.

They continued deeper and stumbled upon an enormous ancient palace, glittering with golden light, yet within it surged an indescribable dark force.

Above the ancient palace, they could see the two characters “Ancient Guidance.”

The spirits of Shi Hao and the rest were instantly gripped, knowing they had come to the right place.

“Roar!”

But just as they were about to approach the Ancient Guidance Palace, a massive figure suddenly burst out of a corner.

It was a White Tiger, its whole body emanating a sky-high ferocity, and right from the start, it was a giant-level existence.

“The White Tiger governs killing and was once a renowned race within the Immortal Domain, a dominant presence, born with the ability to control the Qi of Geng Metal. This White Tiger is probably the former Clan Leader of the White Tiger Clan, but it has now gone mad.”

The well-aged figure, second in the world, identified the White Tiger's identity, suspecting it to be an ancient and powerful being.

Yet the brow of the speaker remained tightly furrowed because the feeling that the White Tiger Immortal King gave off was too strange, clearly a White Tiger, yet its body was a complex mix of the auras of other races.

As soon as the two sides met, they started fighting without any exchange of words, diving straight into an intense phase.

Within the Universe, the Light of the Great Dao erupted, dazzling light merging together, like vast oceans sweeping over the heavens, creating a grand and stirring spectacle.

White Tiger roared furiously, its back unexpectedly growing two wings entwined with rolling, intense flames.

“Golden Crow wings, I never thought these primordial spirits that escaped from the Ancient Guidance Palace could actually merge together.” Even though he was in Liu Village, Jiang Hui was able to know everything about Shi Hao and the others.

Jiang Hui, however, was greeted by a familiar person.

The first avatar.

It was he who had actively called it over.

All things considered, it seemed like he had not seen this avatar of his, endowed with enough talent and aptitude to beat any prodigy, for a full million years.

Of course, even though he hadn't seen it, as the original being, Jiang Hui naturally knew all about the first avatar's whereabouts.

“Master!”

Feeling Jiang Hui's indifferent gaze, the first avatar didn't say anything else and immediately knelt down, humbly and respectfully speaking.

Not having seen each other for a million years, the first avatar had already reached the True Immortal Extreme Peak level.

To be honest, given the first avatar's talent, such a speed of cultivation wasn't considered slow, after all, it possessed a total of ten unparalleled constitutions, and people in the village like Tu Wa Zi, Gu Chen, and others had also reached this realm.

However, it was precisely because of the numerous powerful constitutions, each needing attention, that the cultivation speed was relatively hindered.

Yet, within the same realm, the first avatar should be invincible, even able to contend with ordinary Immortal Kings and not be at a disadvantage.

“Cultivate the heart!”

Without saying much, Jiang Hui waved his hand.

In the fourth life, he transformed into a fortune teller with a family tradition, holding true skills, able to predict without omission with a few copper coins, but ironically unable to foresee his own fate. In the end, he was dramatically stabbed to death by a lover of a man's wife after warning the man to beware of being cuckolded, and as he died, he seemed to still hear the man remark how accurate his mother's predictions were.

In the fifth life, it seemed as though to compensate for the indignation of his first life, he became a Human Emperor who ascended the throne in his teenage years, power bestowed upon him.

Regrettably, by the time he ascended, the dynasty had changed hands for over a dozen generations. Its national destiny would last only a few hundred more years, and it was already an old empire on the verge of collapse. For over a decade, he governed with diligence and austerity, humbly enacting frugality; he ate only two meals a day, both plain tea and food.

But no matter how hard he tried, the nation was too poor and weak for too long. Even though he fell ill from overwork, he was powerless to turn things around, and ultimately one dark and stormy night, he was strangled to death with a cloth strip by rebels.

In the sixth life, as if to wash away the humiliation of being betrayed in the previous life, he reincarnated as an ordinary scholar, seeking wisdom and strength in the ocean of books.

He studied diligently, day and night delving into classics, history, and collections of philosophers, seeking strategies for governing the country and bringing peace to the people. However, this era was no longer one where imperial power reigned supreme, but a time when literati, scholars, and thinkers vied to shine. Despite his vast knowledge, he had no outlet to display his talent.

Yet, he did not give up and chose to use his pen as a weapon, inscribing his thoughts and ideals on paper to spread to the world. His words were sharp and profound, touching countless hearts and resonating widely.

One day, his writings caught the eye of a powerful and influential official, who invited him to join his advisory team. He happily accepted, starting to use his wisdom and talent to come up with strategies for the country.

Thanks to his efforts, the country gradually became prosperous, and the people lived in peace and happiness. However, this did not last. Due to his overwhelming talent and prestige, he attracted the jealousy and ostracism of other officials. They conspired against him and ultimately had him banished,
…

Of course, not all endings were tragic.

The mortal world should have its bitterness and sweetness, laughter and scolding; without the full range, one cannot truly experience life.

In the ninety-second life, he was reincarnated as a swordsman, yet unable to sever the tenderness and justice in his heart. “Sword points the way through the martial world, softness hidden deep within the heart,” he would often say. Traveling the world, he not only had superior swordsmanship but was also chivalrous and daring, boldly standing up for the weak and seeking justice for the wronged.

At nightfall, he would appear in those corners overshadowed by darkness, bringing hope and light to those oppressed. Swinging his longsword, its light like a dragon, evil forces would retreat wherever he went. His heroic deeds earned him the admiration and gratitude of many.

With time, his reputation spread across the entire martial community. People called him “Sword Hero,” seeing him as the embodiment of justice. Under his influence, more people began to take a stand for fairness and justice in society. His chivalrous name became an immortal legend in the martial world, extolled by later generations.

After observing a few cycles of mortal incarnations, Jiang Hui withdrew his gaze, realizing that the hardest cultivation was passing through the mortal trials, seeking true understanding amidst countless identities in the tumultuous mortal world.

This true understanding isn't something you can achieve with a casual enlightenment; it requires thorough and profound realization, and this kind of realization cannot be a momentary epiphany.

In some ways, passing through the mortal trials is akin to traversing a miniature Boundary Sea.

Only the consequences of getting lost are not as dramatic.

Chapter end

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