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

Chapter 527: Chapter 383: Lottery and Alien Territory_1

During this period, Shi Hao stayed in the village, and did not return to the Supreme Hall. Due to the Willow God being there, having not seen each other for so many years, they naturally wanted to spend some quality time together.

There was also the matter of the glimpse of the future he saw some time ago, which deeply touched him, causing a lingering disturbance in his heart.

The scene was too chilling, unimaginable, even though he had witnessed it with his own eyes, he still struggled to forget it.

Who would believe that the future holds the collapse of heaven and earth, withering of all things, obliteration of the Ten Thousand Clans, whether it’s the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, or the Three Thousand Small Worlds, all were being invaded by an indescribable darkness, war pervaded everywhere, along with blood and corpses.

The sky wept, the earth trembled, it was truly the arrival of the apocalypse.

It was the end for the Ten Thousand Clans, the end for all realms, the end for all living beings.

Shi Hao did not want to believe it, but that was a glimpse of the future that the Willow God had shown him through almighty power, the truth would not lie, some things were destined to happen in the future.

Every time he remembered those scenes, Shi Hao’s mood would unavoidably turn heavy and fall into despair, as if a massive stone was pressing down on him, even his breathing became somewhat labored.

But he also realized that this would not solve anything. What’s destined to happen in the future will not change just because he is heartbroken.

The wheels of time had already begun to turn, with the Great Age drawing near, the only thing he could do was to develop himself as much as possible, to reach a certain height, to do his best within the limited time, to have the qualification… to set foot on that battlefield and witness the true Great Age!

Upon understanding this.

Shi Hao’s expression seemed to lighten significantly, he was no longer gloomy and his eyes seemed a bit clearer.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

His nature was optimistic, living a life of freedom, otherwise, if he thought too much, it would be hard to go from a small mountain village to where he is now, fearing that he would have become depressed halfway and ended up in gloom.

After all, it’s hardly possible for anyone who had their Supreme Bone removed, and whose parents had not been seen for years seeking a way to cure him, to let it go, if it were not for his cheerful nature, he might have fallen into his inner demons long ago.

And, the most important point.

The glimpse into the future did not really foretell the doom of Heaven and Earth. Even in such a disastrous environment, Liu Village was still able to remain untouched, resisting the calamity, even the war that had swept through the entire starry sky was kept at bay.

What does this signify?

It stated that even if the future is filled with destruction, almost certain death, there will still be a glimmer of life existing.

The journey is long, don’t panic!

And him, as long as he can grab onto this glimmer of life in the future, he has a high probability of defying fate and changing the outcome of the entire war alone.

The universe is uncertain, both you and I are dark horses.

And he, he wanted to be the biggest dark horse, only in this way, could he provide help to the Willow God in the future.

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The dawn’s first light began to lift the veil of night, the lone star gradually fading away, and the eastern sky was dyed with a touch of brightness.

Accompanying a clear crowing of the rooster, the morning sun began to rise.

In the blink of an eye, tens of days had passed hastily.

In the village, at the back mountain.

Green mountains rolled on, streams gushed, life thrived everywhere, it was a scene of bright colors, like a fairyland in the mortal world.

At this moment, at a certain open and flat spot.

Jiang Hui was sitting there, his gaze slightly closed.

Around him, runes circled like the sun, moon, and stars, and strands of extremely dense Chaostic Aura were constantly seeping out, as if he was creating the world.

Behind him, ghosts and gods were wailing, immortals and demons were roaring, all were illusions, all were marks, yet they were bound by an invisible constraint, and when these invisible constraints disappeared, the gods, demons, and ghosts seemed like they would all truly descend into the mortal world.

Then, Jiang Hui moved his hands, constantly making seals, chanting spells, as if there were rolling clouds and surging rosy clouds.

The next moment, his body gradually became blurry, and his figure was hazy. It seemed as though he had disappeared from the spot but also seemed to be omnipresent, he was everywhere.

He was the great river, the green mountain, the flowing water, the vibrant grass, even the air, and the dust, everything was him.

Jiang Hui was practicing his own Great Taoist.

Concentrating all his current capabilities into a single technique.

This was definitely a path that had never been treaded before in ancient and modern times.

The difficulty was unimaginable, but if he could succeed, the rewards would also be unimaginable.

Now, he was infinitely close to the Great Taoist.

Only when his comprehension of the Tao reached its peak, where every word and every deed was the Tao, could he be considered qualified to tread this path.

This path had no shortcuts.

Even if the Golden Finger was with Jiang Hui, he could not accomplish it in one go. He had to take it step by step, steadily.

The autumn wind blew, leaves fell, rain washed.

Unconsciously, Jiang Hui maintained this state for several months without moving, the whole person seemed to have turned to stone, not even his breath could be heard, the world was eerily silent, even the howling wind that came to this place disappeared in an instant, integrated into the void like a spring rain.

Not a speck of dust could be seen on him, his clothes were as white as snow, and overly clean.

For a cultivator, this period was not considered long, it was merely fleeting, like a white horse passing a gap, for some powerful forces like the old ancestors and sect hierarchs, they usually need at least a hundred years to complete one retreat, which was equivalent to the rise and fall of an ordinary nation, and ten generations of mortals.