Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity Chapter 1167

Chapter 1167: Chapter 735: So You Are the Master of the Holy Land?_2 Chapter 1167: Chapter 735: So You Are the Master of the Holy Land?_2 “`
The oldest Thunder Spirit.

Upon its birth, it had mastered the power of thunder laws and wielded the lightning tribulation.

In terms of talent, even the True Dragon, head of the Ten Evil, could not compare to the Thunder Emperor.

Among the Ten Evil, the Thunder Emperor could actually be ranked first.

Its bloodline was exaggerated, and it controlled the extremely yang and strong power of the Thunder Path.

Thus, even without truly stepping into the Immortal King Realm, but by relying on the lightning tribulation that represented Heaven's punishment, it had the strength to fight against Immortal Kings and was considered to have reached the pinnacle right after its emergence.

It was precisely because of the Thunder Emperor's formidable talent that the Dark Immortal King from the Alien Territory dreaded it.

To avoid the threat it could pose upon maturing, the Alien Territory directly dispatched several Immortal Kings, even a semi-step giant level existence, to nip it in the bud.

Despite the Thunder Emperor's considerable strength and its thunderous power that could refine all things, there simply was not enough time for it to grow fully.

Under the combined force of several Immortal Kings and a semi-step giant existence, even after using all its abilities, it ultimately succumbed to defeat in the northwest.

After the fall of the Thunder Emperor,
its loyal Thunder Spirits found its remnants.

They took the Thunder Emperor to the Immortal Domain's towering site, hoping to resurrect the Thunder Emperor with the help of this place.

Alas, there was only a remnant corpse left, the most important Primordial Spirit had been completely obliterated by the Alien Territory's Dark Immortal Kings, and furthermore, the so-called towering site was utterly unable to reach through the heavens.

Even if the Primordial Spirit had been preserved, it was questionable whether resurrection was possible.

As the Old Thunder Emperor's last bit of consciousness gradually dissipated into the cosmos,
the sky above transformed dramatically.

Out of nowhere, dense thunder rolled in, like dragons of lightning, flickering and striking within the dark, oppressive clouds.

The clouds tumbled, obscuring the light of the sun and the moon, howling winds lifted dust thousands of feet high. Thunder roared, shocking the land far and wide, expressing endless sorrow, bidding farewell to the Old Thunder Emperor.

At this moment, heaven and earth were moved, all beings lamented.

Jiang Hui sighed.

To be honest, if it were possible, he wished he could resurrect the Old Thunder Emperor.

But even though he was an Emperor, he was not capable of reversing life and death for a King.

If it were that simple, he could simply beckon and resurrect all the Kings that had fallen through the eras, to serve him, not knowing how much experience points that would bring!

But, wishful thinking is always pleasant.

If the Old Thunder Emperor or Bird Grandpa had a Pure Wall grandfather like himself, perhaps they could use the powerful resurrection properties of the “Three Lives Pill” to reverse life and death.

But with only a remnant regret, not even a hint of the Primordial Spirit, how could it merge again with the flesh?

However, the next moment, Jiang Hui's brows suddenly lifted, his consciousness pulled back, as he looked towards the village's Land of Reincarnation.

Though the Netherworld Underworld was built in the village, it actually resided in a space unreachable by anyone.

At this moment, in front of the towering Gate of the Ghost at Underworld's boundary, a figure over ten meters tall slowly took form.

It was none other than the Old Thunder Emperor.

Although the Netherworld Samsara System was constructed by him, most of it made use of external objects, and Jiang Hui merely controlled the overall reincarnation; specifically, it was operated by the Underworld itself.

To completely control reincarnation, it would require most of the major official positions to be filled.

Thus, this unusual phenomenon was not anticipated by Jiang Hui.

Boundless Mountain.

Immeasurably high, it soared like a spear thrusting into the endless Star Sea.

The mist surged, barely curling around the foot of the mountain.

This mountain gave birth to countless legends in bygone eras; from the Emperor Fallen era to today, it has been a place of seclusion and cultivation for innumerable powerhouses.

Not many of the younger generation were aware of this mountain's existence, due to its ancient past and lack of significant activity in recent times.

But the older generation of cultivators understood very clearly.

Although the mountain had become increasingly silent, there was a pinnacle-level existence in seclusion within, an old giant well-known for a long time.

His visage was weathered yet imposing, his eyes deep as the cosmos, emanating an indescribable authority. His hair was as white as silver, billowing with the wind, as if he could manipulate the power of the entire universe.

A youthful face appeared.

Radiating the fluctuations of a King's Domain.

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It was one of the few Immortal Kings who had debated endlessly in the depths of the universe that day.

The elder stepped out,
His figure seemed to merge with heaven and earth, and with every step taken, the roaring of the Great Tao accompanied him. Around him, countless rules interwove, forming mysterious runes as sharp as spears and knives,
He was a giant, who had reached the Immortal King Realm many years ago and was one of the oldest beings in the world. He had been in seclusion all this time and only emerged today.

Where he trod, the earth shook, and mountains swayed with a cataclysmic upheaval, countless laws of the Great Tao gathered around the elder, booming while blood-red clouds obscured the sky as if heralding the apocalypse.

A giant, still so furious, the scene he caused was unimaginable.

Such a significant disturbance naturally caught the attention of innumerable creatures in the Immortal Domain in no time.

Countless beings trembled under Mo TianXing's formidable aura, sensing the terrifying presence that seemed to engulf them at any moment. They knelt on the ground and prayed for Mo TianXing's forgiveness.

“It's Senior Predecessor Lu Gu!”

Another True Immortal Existence recognized the elder's identity and couldn't help but exclaim.

Lu Gu Immortal King was a genuine, giant-level existence, considered one of the oldest lineages in the Immortal Domain.

Time flew swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of years passed by.

Before the true upheaval erupted, time itself seemed to slow down invisibly, like autumn leaves gently falling to the ground.

During these thousands of years, the Immortal Domain was anything but peaceful.

On the contrary, several wars had broken out.

Some ancient beings who had contended over crossings in The Boundary Sea, seeking the secrets of Emperor's Creation, returned defeated, launching attacks against some kings in the Immortal Domain at the first opportunity.

It was their karma, destined to end in this lifetime, and nobody could escape.

That day, unimaginable fluctuations of the Great Tao struck somewhere in the Immortal Domain.

The terrifying sharpness of a killing intent swept over like a tidal wave, engulfing the skies.

Amidst the tumult of the cosmos, numerous laws soared upward, their bright light dazzling and resplendent.

Those who managed to survive until now and return were undoubtedly those who ventured deeply into The Boundary Sea, and their prowess was unquestionably beyond question.

The clash entered the stage of intense heat from the very beginning.

Even though he could gain experience points by slaying those Dark Immortal Kings, he chose not to act.

Firstly, there were indeed some Immortal Kings in the Immortal Domain who deserved to die, aside from Ao Sheng, Primordial, and Primitive, there were also some Immortal Kings not worth sparing.

Secondly, even if the Dark Immortal Kings were slain, the earned experience wouldn't be significant.

Instead of letting those people continue to be a thorn in his side, it was better to take the initiative and eliminate them using the Dark Immortal Kings.

The sky of the Immortal Domain was practically stained red, as scarlet blood rain fell from the heavens, and the intense, scalding King blood spread across the land.

In just a few decades, three Immortal Kings had fallen.

In the past, such a thought was unimaginable.

Once one stepped onto the Immortal Path, one could live forever with boundless longevity. Not to mention Immortal Kings, even ordinary True Immortals seldom faced death. Yet now, one after another, kings spilled their blood,
The entire Immortal Domain plunged into a state of wailing turmoil.

Fortunately, all the Dark Immortal Kings were eventually slain by the Master of the Holy Land, otherwise, it would have been too hopeless.

Yet amidst the shocks, everyone was somewhat puzzled.

They didn't understand why the Master of the Holy Land, if they intended to intervene, didn't act sooner but chose to do so only after the kings had fallen.

These were Immortal Kings, who, in the absence of the Emperor, were already considered the most potent existences between heaven and earth, with a new one emerging perhaps only once in an era.

For the Immortal Domain, the fall of any king was an irreparable loss.

Even true immortals wouldn't suffer so, as kings are critical in determining the outcome of wars.

Of course, although everyone was baffled, they dared not debate the right or wrong of that individual.

Firstly, they didn't dare.

Although the Master of the Holy Land had long not made a move, judging from the unforeseen slaying of Primordial, Ao Sheng, and Primitive, it was clear this being was ruthless.

Secondly, in the eyes of domain heavyweights, they were negligible, and since those in higher standing hadn't said anything, what right did they have to speak?

“Fellow Daoists, what exactly is the Master of the Holy Land playing at? If they didn't want to act, then so be it, and nothing would be said.

But if they wished to intervene, why did they wait until after the fall of those kings?”

Chapter end

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