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

Chapter 425: Chapter 327: I Want My Believers to Live Forever (Part 2)_1

This incident was a minor episode. Not everyone woke up as early as Old man Lin, so it didn’t really cause any stir.

However, to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Jiang Hui used the Zen Creation Technique to reimagine a tall and robust sturdy willow tree.

As before, the wind gently caressed, the willow leaves swayed, making a crisp bell-like sound. Like a giant holding up the sky, stretching across the mountains, an invincible aura could be felt…

The Supreme Realm, a level where one could be called a Great Emperor in the world, was also invincible. It was rare for one to be born in ten thousand years. Although the conglomerated willow tree was not his real body, it still exuded a terrifying aura.

Between the blooming and withering of flowers, another half a month swiftly passed.

The days remained the same, with everyone in Liu Village waking up at sunrise and retiring at sunset, perfectly in tune with nature’s rhythm.

The only difference was the small figure that appeared on the winding stone steps behind the mountain.

It was the elderly Clan Leader of the Native Tribe.

He is now over 90 years old, which might not be a big deal among high-level cultivators who live for thousands, but for ordinary people, he was already considered an old man.

The old man’s body was increasingly hunched, and his complexion more aged. In the past, he would often plan various village affairs with Old man Lin, but in recent years, he couldn’t do that anymore. Instead, he had taken a liking to basking in the sun, often sitting for hours on end.

Whenever this happened, Old man Lin and several other old men of about the same age would come over specifically to accompany him.

They had a vague sense of what was coming, each of them looking rather solemn. The elderly Clan Leader’s talent was poor and he had no enthusiasm for cultivation. Up to this point, he hadn’t made any significant breakthroughs and his vitality was already depleted.

The sun set in the west, highlighting the gnarled old trees.

The Clan Leader lay casually on his armchair, his face was relaxed, kind, and amiable.

“I really wish I could hear my mother’s admonitions one more time.”

The Native Tribe’s elderly Clan Leader sighed.

“What? What did she say to you?” Old Man Lin opened his mouth, feeling that the old man’s words were a bit strange this year, like he was having a sudden resurgence. He couldn’t help but get a little nervous.

“I don’t know. The old man didn’t hear it!”

The old man shook his head with a bitter smile, but soon his face showed a relieved expression, and his eyes sparkled.

“It’s good too. The old man can listen to it soon. Please tell Lord Willow God for me, I’m afraid I can’t serve him anymore…”

The old Clan Leader’s voice got softer and softer, lower and lower.

After that, his body gradually lost any signs of life.

“Old pal, you went to sleep pretty early today!” Old man Lin sighed, and his eyes got somewhat moist.

Three days later.

The Native Tribe’s old Clan Leader was buried behind the mountain.

On the day of the funeral, Lin, along with several old friends who usually got along well, wept bitterly.

They mourned the loss of a former friend and felt oppressed by the thought of death.

Even the highest Supreme couldn’t claim to be immortal or indestructible, let alone them?

In fact, the older one gets, the more afraid of death one becomes. After all, there is much in life to be attached to. Although life itself is like walking in a swamp, sooner or later we all end up in the earth, but as long as we’re alive, we can see the world’s flourishing sights, and our children and grandchildren. Once we die, we won’t see or hear anything. Time is boundless, and eventually, we will all be completely forgotten by the world.

The most terrifying thing in the world is not death, but being forgotten. Whether for the living or the dead, the loneliness that comes from being forgotten is comparable to the desolate darkness of the universe’s depths.

Jiang Hui observed all of this. Some ripples appeared in his long unchanging heart.

Even though he was immortal and invincible to the world, the people around him couldn’t achieve the same. They would gradually depart from him one by one, just like Emperor Huang Tian, looking back on eternity, seeing no familiar faces, the loneliness was beyond any living being’s tolerance.

He wanted his faithful followers to achieve eternity and also hoped to fulfill all their wishes.

This was the path he had chosen to tread.

Enlightenment cannot be achieved if it belongs only to one man. True enlightenment is when all achieve it.

“If possible, I wish all my followers immortality. Neither time could snatch our souls nor the desolation of the universe could end us. Even if the galaxies fall silent, we, the people of Liu Village, will remain immortal!”

Jiang Hui’s gaze became resilient. His pupils shone brightly, countless stars rose and fell within, as though an endless cycle of cosmic life was taking place…

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Streams flow to the east, and leaves signify the arrival of autumn.

In the blink of an eye, the days passed by.

When the warm sunlight pierced through the mottled shadows of the aged and vigorous ancient trees and shone on the ground, and when the autumn wind brought the fragrance of spiritual wheat, winter arrived once again.

However, ever since the Utopia Array and the Primary Spirit Gathering Array were established, Liu Village had begun to enjoy eternal spring, with a never ceasing pleasant temperature.

Especially after Jiang Hui planted the World Tree seed, the small village was completely transformed. The spiritual energy was abundant, surpassing even the Immortal Dao.

From a distance, the village was shrouded in fairy fog, blanketed with auspicious clouds, and vibrant with Qilin, with numerous auspicious beasts and sacred birds coming from unknown places, competing to nest here.

Such changes happened quietly and unexpectedly.

On the third day of winter, the first blast of cold wind swept the vast land. Jiang Hui planned to issue a divine decree, declaring Liu Village’s emergence to the world.

He is now in the Supreme Realm, and with various means, he is capable of even opposing True Immortals. He is truly invincible and no longer needs to worry about the Immortal Dao deliberately opposing him, or Liu Village.

If anyone dares to disobey, he will exterminate them directly. Jiang Hui was confident that he could sweep through all obstacles.

The supreme will is exceptionally powerful, carrying the supreme’s will, and capable of declaring to all the heavens and all worlds.

In an instant, a dazzling divine decree turned into pure energy that shot straight into the sky. Then, like a rainbow sun hanging in the sky, an overwhelming pressure descended from the Nine Heavens, enveloping the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. It was as if they had arrived in the ancient era, witnessing the primal chaos, and the heavens were reverberating with roars.

At this moment, the Upper Realm was astonished, and the universe was shocked.

Whether it was the immortal way that had been inherited for endless years not just the reclusive clan powers, all fell into an unprecedented shock.

After all, it was too astonishing. The Supreme had conferred a decree, and issued a divine meaning. It had been countless ages since such a thing had last happened. This grand event suggested the birth of a new Great Emperor.

Under the decree that hung like the sun, many beings converged. There were newly initiated youths who had just stepped into the Blood Realm, as well as astonishing beings who had ascended to the status of Celestial God.

However, compared to the majestic divine decree, they were as small as ants, insignificant.

Everyone was solemn, the presence of the Supreme Realm was too terrifying. It was a mere decree, but it caused the heavens and earth to rumble, preventing their hearts from calming down after a long time.

“There seems to be a great change coming!”

An elderly being spoke, his voice filled with shock. That was a Rising Serpent, a Pure Blood creature. His divine flame was burning, incidental melting mountains, showing its extreme unrest. It was staring intently at the brilliantly shining decree hanging high in the sky.