Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity Chapter 1175

Chapter 1175: Chapter 740: The Era Destined for the Fall of Kings_2 Chapter 1175: Chapter 740: The Era Destined for the Fall of Kings_2 Night Fiend's body was a colossal shadow without bounds, like a moving mountain that instilled fear in all who looked upon it. His muscles were as red as boiling shrimp shells, brimming with explosive strength. His gaze was disdainful and cold, as if he were looking at a flock of sheep waiting for slaughter.

As his words fell, the Nine-winged Dark King fiercely swung his black long spear, and a pitch-black gleam like ink instantly cut through the void, heading straight for the Immortal King who had spoken.

A terrifying and fierce killing intent swept over like a tidal wave, enveloping everything.

As the heavens and earth trembled, countless Rules soared into the sky, their brilliance dazzling and blinding to the eye.

Those who managed to survive until now and return were undoubtedly those who had ventured deep into The Boundary Sea; their power was undeniably formidable.

The collision had immediately entered an intense phase.

As Night Fiend made his move, a pitch-black gleam like ink sliced through the void, stabbing instantly at the speaking Immortal King.

That Immortal King was not to be outdone as he swung his longsword, sending a brilliant sword Qi to meet the spear gleam.

The sword Qi and spear gleam collided in the void, causing a thunderous explosion.

As the heavens and earth upheaved, numerous Rules soared into the sky, their light radiant and stunning.

The battle was ferocious.

In the end, it was the Nine-winged Immortal King who stood victorious.

The Immortal King he faced had his abdomen pierced through with a spear.

Blood flowed like rivers.

Such a commotion, of course, had long been sensed by Jiang Hui.

But he didn't act immediately.

Even though slaying those Dark Immortal Kings could grant him Experience Points, he still didn't make a move.

For one, there were indeed some Immortal Kings within the Immortal Domain who deserved death; aside from Ao Sheng, Primordial, and Primitive, there were others not worth sparing.

Secondly, even if he were to slay those Dark Immortal Kings, the Experience Points gained would not be particularly significant.

Rather than keeping those individuals around to continue disgusting himself, it was better to use those Dark Immortal Kings' heads to eliminate them first.

His infamy had long been widespread, with the fall of an Immortal King guaranteed each time he struck–a rule nearly set in stone in the eyes of others.

But he didn't want such a notorious reputation–mainly because in this way, the acquisition of Experience Points would be relatively less.

“Boom!”

Above The Boundary Sea.

A Dark Immortal King threw a punch that transformed into an unimaginable Fist Seal, shooting straight towards what seemed like an attempt to sweep across the world with an unbeatable posture, colliding with another Immortal King who had rushed over.

It wasn't that those people were warm-hearted.

It was simply that this was their fate; even if they didn't intervene now, they would eventually have to face it.

The skies of the Immortal Domain were nearly stained red as crimson, eye-catching blood rain fell from above. The hot and scalding King's blood spread across the land.

This great war lasted for a hundred years.

At last.

A Dark King died in battle, his body falling into The Boundary Sea.

But no less than three Immortal Kings fell.

As for the other True Immortals, their numbers were countless.

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

In the past, this was simply unimaginable.

Stepping into the Immortal Path Field was supposed to grant eternal life, an endless lifespan.

Not to mention Immortal Kings, even ordinary True Immortals rarely met their demise, but now there were consecutive Kings shedding blood.

The entire Immortal Domain fell into mournful howls, trembling amidst the shock.

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

But amidst the shock, people were somewhat puzzled.

They didn't understand why, if the Master of the Holy Land intended to intervene, he waited until after some Kings had fallen to do so.

These were Immortal Kings, who in the absence of Emperors, counted as some of the most powerful beings between heaven and earth, only rarely coming into existence in an Era.

For the Immortal Domain, the fall of any King was an irrevocable loss.

Even if not for True Immortals, Kings were the key to deciding the outcome of wars.

Of course, despite their confusion, no one dared to dispute his actions.

Firstly, he didn't dare.

Although the Master of the Holy Land had said that he hadn't taken action in a very long time, the fact that he had struck without any warning back then, killing Primordial, Ao Sheng, and three others, showed he must be a ruthless existence.

Secondly, in the eyes of some powerful beings within the realm, they were nothing but ants. If those powerful beings didn't express any concerns, what place did they have to say anything?

“Fellow Daoists, what exactly is the Master of the Holy Land playing at? It's one thing not to take action, and we would not have said anything.

But why, having decided to intervene, did he wait until after the Kings had fallen?

Doesn't he, with his high position and authority, realize that this is an irreversible great loss for the Immortal Domain?”

From the depths of the starry sky, a King spoke.

“If he truly didn't take action, we would not have said anything,” continued an Immortal King, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness. Indeed,
had the Master of the Holy Land chosen not to interfere in the struggle between the Immortal Domain and the Kings from the beginning, people might have been disappointed but wouldn't have complained. After all, the Master of the Holy Land holds a supremely exalted status, and no one can interfere with his decisions.

“But why, having decided to intervene, did he wait until after the Kings had fallen?” The King's voice suddenly sharpened, like a keen longsword striking at the heart of the issue. His tone was filled with confusion and anger, as if unable to comprehend the behavior of the Master of the Holy Land.

The main concern was, if such things happened again in the future, might he also suffer the same fate?

“Doesn't he, with his high position and authority, realize that this is an irreversible great loss for the Immortal Domain?”

The Immortal King questioned again, his voice loud but quickly softening for fear of being overheard.

Shi Hao attempted to break through to the Emperor Realm but was unsuccessful.

On this day, he emerged from the Heavenly Court and found himself in a vast expanse of unending mountains.

At first glance, there seemed to be nothing unusual about this place.

Lush and verdant, various ancient and sturdy trees burst forth from the ground.

However, Shi Hao truly made no pause, his Iron Fist swinging, enveloped by the Immortal King's Radiance, he punched down.

“Boom, boom, boom…”
An inconceivable and tremendous force exploded from between Shi Hao's fingers, transforming into an unmatched True Dragon Phantom that utterly destroyed all the surrounding mountains within sight.

“Fellow Daoist, don't you think what you're doing is a bit too much? Isn't it enough that we offer you our apologies?”

A long cry sounded, and in the next instance, an enormous creature resembling a Pangolin emerged from deep within the earth.

Then, the Pangolin-like creature suddenly transformed, directly becoming a man dressed in a black robe.

The man's eyes were sinister, staring fixedly at Shi Hao.

Shi Hao scratched his head,
after several million years.

Jiang Hui once again came to The Boundary Sea.

After a million years, the once thriving Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had undoubtedly become more dilapidated.

It was like an ancient painting yellowed by the erosion of time.

Above the Nine Heavens, the once brilliant stars gradually dimmed, with only a few still twinkling in the darkness, but that too was merely their last struggle.

The majestic palaces that once stood proudly on this land had long since become ruins, with decayed walls and rubble strewn about under the ravages of time.

However, due to Jiang Hui's intervention,
the outcome now was far better compared to the original course of events.

After all, according to the original trajectory, countless people and things were supposed to be buried in this land.

Be they individuals of great talent and strategy or beings with exceptional gifts, they were nothing more than meat on the cutting board at the end of an Era.

But now, those who should have been buried in this land were still alive, with even brighter prospects ahead.

For instance, individuals like Qin Chang Sheng, the Nine-headed Lion, or Xiao Tian, who had been eminent in the past, and so on.

Many noteworthy individuals had survived the Age of Doom, weathered the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths eroded by Dark Forces, and even made some name for themselves within the Immortal Domain.

However, some people's talents were simply too lacking, and even within the Fairy World, they still found it hard to reach higher Realms.

The Spiritual Energy of the Fairy World could cleanse the body and extend life to some extent, but the true fundamental factor affecting lifespan was one's level of realm; this was the essence of the saying, “to forge iron, one's own strength must be solid.”

Compared to the original timeline, the situation now was naturally far stronger, with many significant individuals and items preserved. The lush and verdant, various ancient and sturdy trees burst forth from the ground.

Yet Shi Hao truly made no pause, his Iron Fist swinging, enveloped by the Immortal King's Radiance; he punched down.

Chapter end

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