Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity Chapter 1171

Chapter 1171: Chapter 738: You scoundrel, how dare you deceive me! _2 Chapter 1171: Chapter 738: You scoundrel, how dare you deceive me! _2 However, that person's whereabouts had always been mysterious, and he had vanished without a trace many eras ago. The only reason he was able to locate the elder's location was thanks to a secret treasure in his possession.

“I do not care who you are,” the old man said, “tell me, your purpose for coming here!”

The elder reached out, gently picked up the ancient sword that was lying across his knees, and then slowly stood up, completely opening his eyes to look at Kutu.

The other's figure was thin and emaciated, like a withered bamboo. As he stood up at that moment, instantly, a force of unimaginable sharpness swept through the vast mountain peaks like a raging wind, causing the young Immortal King Kutu's complexion to change drastically.

“Junior has come to visit Senior this time to discuss an important matter!”

Without any further ado, Kutu immediately began to speak.

“Does Senior know of the Master of the Holy Land?”

The elder slightly frowned, but did not speak. Instead, he looked at the young Immortal King with an expression that one would give to a fool.

For the other to have found him, he must surely know the purpose of his seclusion in the mountains. It was absurd to ask such an idiotic question.

Kutu was not annoyed, as saying this was merely a prelude to lead into what would come next. Whether the elder responded or not, he would continue speaking. To draw out the old man, he had been planning for a long time.

“It doesn't matter if Senior doesn't know about the Master of the Holy Land, but there is something Junior must inform Senior of–King Ao Sheng has perished…”

Clang!

As Kutu's voice fell, a crisp and clear sword cry suddenly resounded between heaven and earth.

This cry of the sword was like a dragon's chant, echoing between the peaks, as if even the air trembled in response.

In the elder's eyes, two sharp beams of light flashed out, piercing into Kutu's eyes as if trying to see through all the secrets in his heart.

“What did you say?” the elder's voice became deep and authoritative, each word heavy as a hammer, striking down on Kutu's heart.

Kutu took a deep breath, steadying his mind, and continued, “What Junior has said is no fabrication, every word is true. King Ao Sheng has indeed fallen, his Primordial Spirit didn't escape and was forcibly transmuted…”

As these words were spoken, the whole of the vast mountain range seemed to fall into a deathly silence. The elder's ancient sword “Gu” emitted a humming low drone, as if responding to this earth-shattering news.

“Who killed Ao Sheng?” the elder asked, his voice eerie, his body exuding a frigid killing intent.

“It was none other than the Master of the Holy Land!”

“How did you come by this news?” the elder's voice grew deeper.

“Not only do I know of this, but almost the entire Immortal Domain, except those in seclusion like Senior, who remain uninvolved with worldly affairs, are aware. The news has already spread far and wide!”

Upon hearing this, the elder was silent for a while, a sharp glint flickering in his eyes. He slowly set down the ancient sword in his hand and looked at Kutu, saying, “You have sought me out to request that I deal with the Master of the Holy Land?”

Kutu nodded, saying, “Indeed. As one of the great figures of the Immortal Domain, Senior has the responsibility and the obligation to maintain its stability.

Senior might not be aware, but the Master of the Holy Land has wild ambitions. If allowed to gain complete control over the Immortal Domain, the entire realm would plunge into grave peril.

Junior here earnestly requests Senior's intervention to thwart the Master of the Holy Land's ambitions.”

“And to avenge Ao Sheng!”

The elder did not speak, merely staring quietly at Kutu for a while.

“When was Ao Sheng killed by that Master of the Holy Land?”

“Nearly six to seven hundred thousand years have passed!”

“Six to seven hundred thousand years? Since it happened so long ago, why did you not speak of it to me earlier? Since you bring it up, you must certainly know that my relationship with him was not insignificant!”

“It is because Junior truly could not find Senior's whereabouts. It is only now with the aid of a secret treasure that I have been able to find Senior!” Kutu quickly replied.

He had long prepared his excuses.

“Now is a rare opportunity. The Master of the Holy Land is formidable, but he has just been through a major battle not long ago. Although the Master of the Holy Land ultimately emerged victorious, he was also gravely injured.

If we don't seize this chance to act, once the Master of the Holy Land has recovered, even Senior might not be assured of a certain victory!”

Kutu recalled the few times Jiang Hui had taken action. Even King Ao Sheng, who was already ranked among the Supreme Immortal Kings, seemed powerless against him. To display such might so effortlessly was not something an ordinary figure could achieve.

But he knew the terror of that nine-headed monster, having witnessed it with his own eyes–the fusion of the power of the Primordial Spirit of nine great Immortal Kings was unimaginable.

While it lacked a physical body, those were, after all, nine great Immortal Kings.

Any single one of them placed in the present would be an unimaginable great figure.

Even though he had already imagined the Master of the Holy Land to be extremely powerful, he still couldn't imagine someone in this era being able to completely triumph over that nine-headed monster.

Watching the scene where the ancient ship of the Holy Land slowly and then quickly departed, it wasn't hard to guess that the Master of the Holy Land must have been heavily injured.

He considered himself supremely intelligent and also cultivated the Way of the Sage, and in an instant, with a keenness beyond the imagining of ordinary people, he detected this was an extremely rare opportunity.

If he didn't seize this chance to catch the enemy off guard, he feared that there would never again be an opportunity to rebel against the residual power of the Holy Land.

The entire Immortal Domain would become the Master of the Holy Land's one-man rule entirely.

“Do you think this old man is no match for that so-called Master of the Holy Land?” the elder huffed coldly. How many years had he roamed the world? If it weren't for his pursuit to break through and become Emperor after King, his legend would surely shine as brightly as it once did.

His figure seemed to merge with heaven and earth with every step he took, each accompanied by the rumbling of the Great Taoist. Around him, countless Rules intertwined, forming a myriad of mysterious Runes that resembled spears and knives.

This was a towering figure, having reached the Immortal King Realm many years before, one of the oldest existences in the world, always in seclusion, emerging only today.

Where he walked, the earth shook and mountains trembled, as if heralding the overturning of the heavens and earth, countless Rules converging around the elder, the Great Tao roaring, blood-red clouds darkening the skies as if signaling the coming of the apocalypse.

A towering figure, filled with such fury, created a scene beyond imagination.

Such a massive disturbance naturally caught the immediate attention of countless beings in the Immortal Domain.

Numerous beings trembled under Mo TianXing's aura; they felt the terrifying breath emanating from him, as if they could be devoured by this power at any moment. They knelt to the ground, praying for Mo TianXing's forgiveness.

“It's Senior Predecessor Lu Gu!”

Another True Immortal Existence recognized the elder's identity and could not help but exclaim.

Lu Gu Xian Wang was genuinely a towering figure, one of the oldest in the Immortal Domain.

“Master of the Holy Land, how dare you kill me? I am a towering figure, upheaval is imminent, do you realize how important a towering figure is to the Immortal Domain?” Lu Gu Xian Wang bellowed angrily, though he obviously lacked inner strength in his voice.

At this moment.

His origins were astonishing; he had encountered all sorts of people on his journey, but had never faced such a terrifying enemy.

He hadn't even seen the figure before he was sent flying with a slap.

Just one slap rocked his God Soul and nearly shattered his physical body on the spot.

To put it plainly.

That single slap had almost forced him to start over from scratch.

“You claim to represent the Immortal Domain, but what gives you the right to represent it?”

“Fellow Daoists, did you hear what the Master of the Holy Land said? The adversary is clearly harboring malicious intentions. Why not come forth so we can join forces to suppress them and restore a just and orderly Immortal Domain!”

Lu Gu Xian Wang shouted himself hoarse.

But his voice went almost mute.

Yet no response came forth.

Even King Kutu, who had been seeking him out before, did not appear.

“You scoundrel, how dare you deceive this old man?”

If the Immortal King were to call out in a fit of rage.

It was agreed they would attack together.

In the end, it turned out to be his affair alone.

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

Before the true turmoil erupted, time seemed to slow down invisibly, like the leaves in the autumn breeze gently falling to the earth.

In these thousands of years, the Immortal Domain was far from peaceful.

On the contrary, several great wars occurred.

Some ancient beings who vied in The Boundary Sea, hoping to find the secrets to Emperor's Creation, returned and immediately launched attacks on some Kings in the Immortal Domain.

It was their Karma, which had to be resolved in this lifetime–unavoidable for any.

Chapter end

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