Rebirth of the willow tree, creating the strongest tribe in the ages

Nestled among mountains and ravines.

Heavy snow fell continuously, covering the sky and the earth.

Everywhere is desolate and cold, yet beneath the frigid surface lies an indescribable surge of vitality.

It's not hard to imagine that after this heavy snow, the frozen soil will gradually thaw, grass seeds will sprout, ice will melt into streams, and all things will revive.

After being in seclusion for thousands of years, Shen Yi slowly opened his eyes on this day.

He stood tall and imposing in the chaos, his eyelashes drooping like ancient mountains. He wore a cloak made of white fox fur, his whole body shimmering with an unimaginable, vast, clear light. Even in the small grotto deep in the bamboo forest, he remained motionless, letting the world change, yet he remained untouched by the dust of the world.

"Buzz!"

Between the opening and closing of his eyes, it was as if cold lightning was shooting out like a dragon, with an astonishing cold light bursting out, causing the heavens and earth to roar, and a small world was being silently created.

It's not an illusion.

Beneath that gaze, a small world was truly being created.

My left eye snapped open, a ray of sunlight cleaved through the gloom, and a clear mist rose to form a dome...

As the right eye opened, dark brown waves rose from the bottom of the eye like mountains, turbid streams overflowed into rivers, and grass sprouts broke through the soil to spread into green fields. Soon, creatures began to peek out from among them.

Soon, the newly formed little world merged into the secret realm of Willow Village.

Jiang Huai suppressed all the strange phenomena and leisurely left the bamboo forest cave.

After a period of seclusion and recuperation, the original damage caused by the great battle has been fully recovered.

Jiang Huai felt invigorated, both his physical body and his primordial spirit returning to their peak state. He felt completely at ease, as if he were a mortal in the process of ascending to immortality.

Of course, it's just a return to the peak; there's no improvement after the major clashes often depicted in novels.

Great opportunities do exist in life-or-death battles, and Tuwazi was able to step into the realm of Immortal Kings by relying on this path.

However, Jiang Huai's current realm is too high; he has already become one with the Dao.

One is a kind of Tao in oneself. Even if one fights to the death, it is hard to say that one can benefit from it.

In fact, let alone his current level, once he reaches the True Immortal realm, this path becomes extremely difficult to traverse.

Otherwise, those powerful beings who haven't made any progress in tens of millions of years would have already emerged and started a massacre.

However, being able to return to the top is already a great fortune.

After all, the setting sun melts away the bones of countless mountains. Looking back through history, countless heroes and great rulers have met their end because their very essence was damaged.

No matter what, the war back then damaged the very foundation of the nation.

In contrast, the ten bizarre progenitors who returned from the plateau, despite seemingly being able to be reborn again and again, could not actually achieve this.

Although the Ten Eerie Ancestors also stand at this level, they rely on the ashes of the Red-haired Monster and follow the same path as him.

Even the original creators of this path are far from perfect, let alone the parasitic Ten Ancestors. Not everyone can, like Huang, reopen the broken path.

Composing himself, Jiang Huai silently calculated the results of this battle.

There are no rare and precious natural treasures.

The biggest achievement was the complete annihilation of several eerie progenitors.

Although each of the strange progenitors has a strange immortal emperor as a substitute, the existence of the red-haired monster can make up for the deficiencies in the shortest time.

But even a short timeframe takes time.

Jiang Huai was puzzled, not understanding why the red-haired monster hiding in the shadows had suddenly retreated.

After all, if the other party were to take action personally, he would definitely have to fight to the extreme, burn himself out, and elevate himself to an unprecedented level. He might be able to fight back, but he would also inevitably fight to the death.

If life is like firewood, it will eventually burn out.

Jiang Huai naturally didn't want to end up in that situation again, but if he really got to that point, it seemed like he had no other choice.

That's why he was puzzled by the strange race's decision to withdraw. There's a fundamental difference between the Way of Sacrifice and what's beyond it.

In the original text, even if Huang and Ye joined forces, they could not bridge this gap.

If they continue fighting, the scales of victory will not be in their hands.

He didn't believe the red-haired monster was unaware of this, yet he still withdrew his troops halfway...

Furthermore, he was equally astonished when he observed the expressions on the faces of those strange progenitors.

However, the red-haired monster was stronger than him, and although his path had flaws, it was still above the Dao.

Jiang Huai could not deduce the other party's thoughts, let alone their purpose in doing so.

However, it's not hard to see that what the other party wants is definitely not to kill or suppress him.

Perhaps it has something to do with me being in this situation.

Thinking of this, Jiang Huai stood up and took a deep breath.

Over millions of years, the spiritual energy in the entire village has become so concentrated that it's almost unbelievable. It's no exaggeration to say that living in such an environment for a long time would allow even ordinary birds and beasts to develop intelligence and gradually evolve into demonic beasts and spirit beasts.

The transformation of spiritual energy into liquid is just the most basic step. In some places blessed with exceptional natural beauty, wisps of immortal energy are born, rich and profound, containing the great Dao of heaven and earth, all of which can be refined into the divine consciousness.

once Upon a time,

In the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, cultivating even a single strand of immortal energy is enough to be considered a prodigy, two strands are enough to be called an unparalleled prodigy, and three strands are enough to be considered a peerless genius.

However, those who are in a state of desolation are ultimately few and far between. Immortal energy is merely an aid, an icing on the cake. Even without it, it wouldn't have prevented them from achieving their current level of success.

Liucun is situated in layers upon layers of different times and spaces.

For outsiders who are not natives of Liu Village, entering the village is as difficult as an ordinary person ascending to heaven by their own strength.

The great collision back then didn't affect Liucun too much. It remains the same as Jiang Huai remembered, only now it has gained a touch of historical depth from the passage of time.

The buildings, with their blue bricks and ancient tiles, were even constructed during the Great Wilderness period of the lower realm, and the passage of time they have endured cannot be described in words.

A thousand years or ten thousand years is but a fleeting moment, yet it still stands tall today, containing the most simple and profound foundation of the Great Way.

"Look, what is that?"

Has it snowed?

Asked Shen Zhuzhong.

A sea of ​​green stretches as far as the eye can see, a vast bamboo forest surging and rolling.

Some exceptionally talented young men from the village are currently in seclusion there, studying and comprehending the mysteries.

Just then, some teenagers looked up and saw something, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

I don't know when, but the sky, which was originally cloudless and clear, was now covered with grayish-white objects.

From a distance, it really does look like it's snowing.

However, upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that it is not snow, but large swathes of ash fragments.

The ashes fell from the sky like snowflakes, each one so enormous that, viewed from below, they looked like countless universes falling from the sky. The word "spectacular" was simply insufficient to describe the scene.

These ashes and fragments did not fall in Willow Village.

There is a secluded paradise formation here, making this place a world of its own.

These ashes and fragments are falling towards the Immortal Realm!
Jiang Huai, with a serious expression, stepped out of the secluded cultivation area without saying a word.

laugh!
Air tearing—

In an instant, billions of cosmic dimensions vanished.

The scene in my line of sight changed simultaneously... (End of Chapter)