Rebirth As A Willow Tree, Building The Strongest Tribe In All Of Eternity
/ Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity Chapter 1148 – Chapter 1148 Chapter 725 The Nine
Chapter 1148: Chapter 725: The Nine-Headed Monster Chapter 1148: Chapter 725: The Nine-Headed Monster Inside the Red Dust Gate, one tumbles thrice; beyond it, one is a stranger to its realm.
Countless cycles of reincarnation, myriad identities, all merely a play of clouds and mist in the end.
In his second life, his first incarnation became a Human Emperor who ascended the throne in his teens, endowed with power.
Alas, by then the dynasty had changed hands over dozens of generations, and the nation's fortune had long since dwindled.
To salvage this teetering giant, for years he toiled with utmost dedication, even practicing frugality in disguise, eating only two meals a day, consisting solely of simple tea and plain rice.
Yet no matter his efforts and the ailments they wrought upon him, he could not restore his failing land, and on a pitch-black and windy night, he was strangled to death with a cloth by rebels. His body was then tossed into a mass grave, devoured by wild dogs desperate with hunger, leaving not even a whole corpse behind. His fate ranked among the most tragic of emperors past and present.
Though he wielded supreme power, from his youth to his death, he never once enjoyed it.
In his third life, as usual, memories of the past were erased, but as if to wash away the humiliation of his previous life, he was reborn as an ordinary scholar. Night and day he studied the classics, seeking strategies for governing and bringing peace to the nation.
One day, his essays caught the eye of a Princely Heir vying for power, who invited him to join his advisory team.
He gladly accepted and began offering strategic wisdom and talent.
With his efforts, the Princely Heir defeated all his rivals and ascended to power. His contributions being the greatest, he was promptly appointed a Grand Duke, ranking among the nobility.
However, his good fortune was short-lived. His talent and prestige aroused the jealousy and ostracization of other officials. They conspired against him with vile schemes, leading to his tragic downfall: his family was destroyed, his female relatives were forced into a life of entertainment, and he himself was beheaded after the autumn harvest.
He was indignant, screaming his protests in the cell before the holy Emperor, only to be informed that this was all the Emperor's design. Otherwise, how could his political enemies topple him, no matter how hard they tried?
It was merely a case of his achievements overshadowing his master. The aging Holy King needed to clear any obstacles for his aging Prince, even if this barrier had never harbored disloyalty.
In his fourth life,
he became a eunuch.
Mutilated at the tender age of seven or eight, he entered the palace, lived a life of careful caution, only to be beaten to death with clubs for accidentally breaking a few of his master's hairs while combing them.
Of course, much like the vast majority of stories, not all endings are tragic.
Red Dust should be a mix of the sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy.
It should encompass all simple and complex emotions alike and naturally include all sorts of endings.
To be merely sad would hardly qualify as any true experience of the Red Dust.
In his ninety-second life.
It was an era where swordsmen defied the law through martial prowess, and scholars caused disorder through their writings.
But for him, it was a time of unease.
He was reincarnated as a swordsman, skilled in the martial arts, adept at moving swiftly across rooftops, wielding a Longsword, and traveling through the martial world with a beauty by his side. With his sword, he carved out a great reputation, revered as a Sword Hero, commanding immense respect in both the underworld and lawful society.
Later, he retired with a ceremonial washing of his golden basin, enjoying the company of a cherished companion amidst great wealth, inciting much envy.
In his nine hundred and ninety-ninth life,
he became a Monk who, despite his ascetic vows, indulged in the earthly desires.
His mantra was that meat and wine would pass through his body, while Buddha remained in his heart. He championed the weak and righted wrongs for the falsely accused. His fame as a hero spread far and wide, and the local people revered him as a living Buddha.
Ultimately, he lived over a hundred years, dying peacefully in his sleep. At his passing, entire cities of people came to pay their respects, leaving not a single street empty, all voices raised in heartfelt mourning.
In his nine thousand and first life,
he became a wealthy merchant, enjoying opulence yet filled with compassion.
Amidst a year of disaster, he generously opened his storerooms to donate for relief efforts, eventually giving away all his wealth to save countless lives from fire and flood.
His altruistic actions moved people far and wide, who praised his kindness and generosity. His fame spread, and he was cherished as a great human benefactor by the local populace.
After the disaster passed, a gang of bandits set their sights on him. They broke into his home on a dark and windy night, intending to rob and harm. But when the villagers learned of it, they were filled with righteous rage, impaling the bandits with farming forks and tossing them into the dung pit.
In the beginning, it was fine.
The experience of living through various different lives gave the first incarnation an indescribable sense of novelty.
Initially, people like Tu Wa Zi, Gu Chen, and Ten Crown King entered the Red Dust Gate with the same sensation.
But that was only at the start.
The novelty doesn't last forever.
As time goes on, life after life, under the endless cycle of reincarnation, the first incarnation gradually began to feel a profound sense of futility and loss.
For whether the endings were happy or sad, they increasingly failed to pique the first incarnation's interest.
The glories and wealth of the human world, and how to wield power, were not what he longed for.
He felt like an eternally homeless great bird, soaring through the torrents of time. Though he traversed countless worlds and witnessed the rise and fall of countless lives, the sense of loneliness followed like a shadow, burrowing even deeper into his bones.
No matter the fate, joyous or sorrowful, he could not truly alter his destiny, merely being carried along passively by the currents of fate.
Chapter end
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