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

Countless ashes fell from unfathomable latitudes, like mountains and stars.

Each piece of ashes was filled with unimaginable destructive power, its intensity even surpassing the Dao of Destruction itself.

A beam of light tore through the sky and earth, the sun and moon shone brightly, and a vast expanse of purple energy appeared. Jiang Huai instantly appeared in an unpredictable space.

Here, laws do not exist; it is boundless and desolate, belonging to neither any material nor spiritual world.

The long river, symbolizing eternity and immortality, flows by, its surface shimmering and sparkling, like liquid agate of jade quality.

This place has remained unchanged since time immemorial, transcending all things, as if even the passage of time has never touched it.

The dark despair transformed into an eternal, unchanging curtain, pressing down on everything.

In this dark and eternal night, an indescribable heart pierces through everything.

The entire night resides within that heart.

The surface of the heart is covered with a thin, blood-red glass-like membrane, and the myocardial veins beneath the membrane are clearly visible. The bluish-purple blood vessels coil around the surface like dragons, so fresh that it looks as if it had just been taken out.

Each contraction of the heart muscle produced a dull, drum-like sound, shattering the surrounding spatial laws inch by inch.

With each breath, a rise and fall, ash billowed from the cavity...

All the ashes scattered in the air, and finally seemed to fall down with the force of a thousand pounds.

"Boom!"

A bolt of black lightning struck, shattering the dark, oppressive clouds that had gathered below and revealing the scene beneath.

Pieces of land float in the air.

In the dark green mountains, giants roam, their fingers falling casually as they grind over the mountaintops, causing rocks to fall with a whooshing sound. The moment their giant feet touch the ground, the heavens and the earth tremble.

There were also giant beasts soaring about, their scales gleaming coldly, the spikes on their backs piercing the mist like swords, and their tails sweeping across the void with ease.

……

These were all extremely powerful beings, their blood and qi flowing like a furnace, steaming rivers, making them the strongest beings on this continent. But as the ashes fell, these beings didn't even have time to react; their bodies instantly turned into black ashes.

Immediately afterwards, the entire continent began to disintegrate, visibly collapsing outwards from the center.

And this is just one place.

Because there are so many continents like this, they are small worlds scattered throughout the world.

Jiang Huai's expression was solemn. The ashes did not only fall on the Immortal Realm, but indiscriminately destroyed all worlds where life had been born.

Jiang Huai did not immediately destroy the heart.

He could sense that the heart was somewhere between being there and not being there.

In layman's terms, it means you can see it, but you can't touch it.

It's more like a conceptual existence, indestructible, even burning this era can't destroy it.

Jiang Huai approached step by step, surrounded by a galaxy of stars, serene and otherworldly. In the center of his brow, the Tree of Laws took root in the void, blooming in full glory and revealing an illusory shadow.

Like this dark heart, it exists in a state between existence and non-existence. As long as Jiang Huai, the original owner, is still alive, it can never be destroyed.

He put his hands behind his back and suddenly looked in one direction.

There was nothing unusual there.

But Jiang Huai suddenly reached out and reached out.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

His hands were flawless white, radiating a majestic aura that blotted out the sky, like an ancient divine mountain pressing down upon them.

Within the black domain.

His palms were fair and smooth, like a blazing sun, with holy light flowing between his skin, which even washed away the surrounding chaotic and malevolent energy. Every inch of his skin exuded an inviolable holiness, so dazzling that people dared not look directly at him.

His palms grew larger and larger, more magnificent than several floating continents put together. His knuckles rose like mountains, and the gaps between his fingers could hold surging clouds. The lines on his palms resembled the spiritual veins of heaven and earth. His sacred and majestic pressure, like the collapse of the sky, silenced all sounds in the world.

soon.

A blood-stained spear shot out from the darkness, equally majestic, reaching to the sky and connecting with the earth. The crimson bloodstains seemed to have just been left, and were even still dripping.

"Clang!" The hand and the spear collided, producing a deafening roar.

The light was so intense it was like daytime, and it took a long time for it to dissipate.

"I have calculated all reincarnations and causes and effects, but I have never been able to find a single piece of information related to you."

Who could have imagined that a mere chess piece from back then would grow to this extent!

As the brilliant sunset faded, eternal darkness once again descended.

A figure stepped out, its form blending perfectly with the surrounding darkness; if it didn't make a sound, it would be completely undetectable.

Without needing to guess, Jiang Huai knew the other party's identity.

Red-haired monster.

Before the birth of immortality, the first being in the world to step onto the path of sacrifice.

He had once seen everything about the red-haired monster, who seemed to be human, but now, in retrospect, it wasn't true.

Jiang Huai could sense that the other party was definitely not human, but an unfathomable race, a race that existed from birth to death with only one person.

As for the scenes he saw, they were probably one of the other party's many identities.

He is both countless and countless, yet none of them are Him.

Jiang Huai did not respond to the other party.

They went straight in and killed them.

There are irreconcilable interests between the two sides, so why waste time arguing?

Although his cultivation level was insufficient, he was fearless. Moreover, he possessed countless treasures and had left behind a wisp of his divine soul in the paradise and the underworld, so even if he died there, he could be resurrected instantly.

As long as the Shangri-La formation remains unbroken and the Underworld remains unbroken, he is essentially born invincible.

But he cannot cower in fear.

Because if the red-haired monster really succeeds in his plan, he will not be able to live a peaceful life and will never be able to advance in his career, and will only be able to lie low.

Therefore, Jiang Huai was filled with anger.

"Clang!"

The domineering blade falls, a fleeting moment that becomes eternal.

The void was forcibly cut in half.

"puff!"

The next moment, however, black blood splattered everywhere.

The jet-black heart that was spitting out ashes was cut in half at the waist.

Although Jiang Huai made a move, he immediately changed his target.

Although the black heart could not be destroyed, it successfully extinguished the black ashes.

This scene, as seen by the red-haired monster, did not elicit the slightest change in its emotions.

He has stepped out of the shadows and into Jiang Huai's field of vision.

However, it is still impossible to see what the other person really looks like.

Do you know why I chose you?

He spoke.

Jiang Huai stood with one hand behind his back, his feet on the purple sun, and the World Tree and Jianmu tree hanging above his head... Behind him, one unimaginable treasure after another shone brightly, standing in one place, equally expressionless.

He had once asked the red-haired monster about his good intentions.

The other party gave a response, but it was all just guesses, not the real answer. At this moment, the red-haired monster himself spoke, forcing Jiang Huai to stop.

"All things are endless, and there are countless innate gods and demons. Even more ancient times, there was a group of beings that even I, the original being, had to praise. They were born as immortal kings and could become emperors upon reaching adulthood. They suppressed countless eras and wrote too much history..."

But whether one is born a saint or becomes extremely powerful later in life, they can only serve as a temporary vessel for the true self, but cannot become a qualified container, because they all lack that innate destiny…” (End of this chapter)