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Chapter 424 - 326: I Want My Believers to Live Forever (Part 1)_1
Chapter 424 - 326: I Want My Believers to Live Forever (Part 1)_1
Chapter 424: Chapter 326: I Want My Believers to Live Forever (Part 1)_1
The Great Cutting Technique, one of the Three Thousand Ancient Immortal Arts, is a supreme, forbidden divine technique. Once mastered, not only can it cut through everything, it can even shatter time itself. Truly, it is invincible. Once used, its power is unimaginable and even a true immortal would not be able to resist it.
After fully mastering the Great Cutting Technique, Jiang Hui tested the power of this divine skill.
He swung the willow branch, his colossal body enshrouded by endless mist. Hidden thunder rolled about him like an immortal deity from the Nine Heavens, overseeing the mortal world, perusing the affairs of life.
“Hum…”
The branches stirred, and sparks crackled, like a casual heavenly punishment.
Instantaneously, the surrounding void vibrated.
The next moment, a black ripple resembling a saw blade spread outwards at high speed, akin to the awakening of a forbidden force in legend.
The jet-black, saw-like ripple emitted an utterly terrifying aura, much like the loneliest black hole deep in the universe…
“Boom…”
Where the black ripple traveled, towering mountains were instantly split into two, with boulders tumbling down, and dust flying everywhere. Within the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of towering mountains were razed to the ground; the cut surface was sleek, reflecting like a mirror. Even some of the formations left from ancient times within these mountains shattered instantly.
This is the horror of the Great Cutting Technique; it annihilates everything, truly unstoppable. Only the Grand Defense Technique, also of the Ancient Immortal Arts, can counter it.
“Excellent. Excellent!”
Jiang Hui quickly stopped, already satisfied with the power he had displayed.
He estimated that, if he used his full strength, even the entire Yun Zhou could be turned to dust, reduced to nothingness.
If he could ascend to immortality and employ this Ancient Immortal Art as an Immortal, the destructive power would be all the more exaggerated, truly capable of eradicating anything.
With this Ancient Immortal Art alongside his various other techniques, Jiang Hui was confident that he could hold his own against a True Immortal Existence even in the Supreme realm.
This was his confidence, and also the strength to protect Liu Village and his followers.
Now, even when looking across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, Jiang Hui’s strength could definitely be considered among the most powerful. He was truly invincible across the Three Thousand Continents. Even the Incomplete Fairy of the Immortal Palace was no match for him.
Of course, Jiang Hui did not care about this Incomplete Fairy.
Even though it was an immortal, it was dilapidated and could only survive within the Ancient Bronze Palace, unable to show itself in the mortal world. Even though it possessed the authority of an immortal, it did not have the life of one. One day, it would be completely buried in the long river of time.
In Jiang Hui’s view, an immortal should be carefree in the mortal world and invincible in the Star Sea. Otherwise, how could it be called an immortal? Immortality is not just about living forever, because life will continue in one form or another.
That which transcends everything is an immortal.
In addition to rapidly increasing his strength, breaking through to the Supreme Realm also brought Jiang Hui another benefit.
That is, at last, he could shed his tree form and transform into a human form.
However, for some reason, Jiang Hui’s state of mind did not change at present. It remained neither sad nor happy, without any fluctuation.
If it were in the past, Jiang Hui would definitely have been incomparably excited, but now, his temperament had changed. He was different from before.
He saw more. He saw further.
When life evolves to a certain height, the form in which it manifests itself becomes less important. Whether consciousness carries them or matter carries them, they’re but different forms of life prolongation.
However, since he could finally transform into a person, Jiang Hui couldn’t resist trying.
With just a thought, his enormous body rapidly shrank, and then, under the brilliant light of what seemed like high noon, a tall figure slowly walked out.
That figure was as upright as a green pine, covered in a faint moonlight. His features were defined, his eyes shining like stars and crystal clear, without a hint of impurities. Just like a banished immortal, he appeared ethereal with a dreadful aura swirling around him… Even the fluttering of his robe seemed to be playing the Heavenly Taoist Rhythm.
In fact, if one were to simply judge by appearance, there is not much difference from the previous avatars created by Jiang Hui; the details and the overall form were identical. However, if one were to observe carefully, one would still be able to discern the differences.
After all, that avatar, no matter how similar, was still an energetic embodiment. It was vivid but not a true living entity with flesh and blood. There are indeed differences from a real flesh-and-blood body.
In the past, when Jiang Hui used his avatar, he felt like he was operating through a window. It was not truly dexterous or handy. Although the avatar acted entirely in accordance with his instructions, something still seemed lacking.
Now, Jiang Hui felt that he had truly entered an integrated state. Not only did he not feel any discomfort, but his spirit and flesh had also achieved complete fusion.
“Although in human form there is no conflict, during a confrontation, the original form is stronger!” Jiang Hui contemplated.
Transformed into a human, he felt a sense of freedom, uninhibited by any tethers. However, Jiang Hui also sensed that if he were to fight against someone, it would be better to revert to his original form in the end.
As he was pondering this,
In the heavens above, the originally gloomy sky had completely brightened, and amidst the thick mist, a red sun was rising slowly…
In the vast village, spring was in the air. Despite it being autumn, the air was still filled with warmth.
In one corner of the village, Old man Lin woke up from his dream. After eating breakfast and washing up, he intended to stroll around. But just as he stepped out of the house, he froze.
As always, he unconsciously looked towards the hill behind. However, this time Old man Lin’s usual gentle and kind face froze instantly, replaced by astonishment and panic,
At the top of the hill, the mighty willow tree that used to stand tall like the peaks had vanished. Instead, it was completely bare and the familiar figure was nowhere to be found.
“The Lord Willow God… He’s gone!”
Old man Lin rubbed his eyes hard, and after confirming several times, the trace of the Lord Willow God indeed had vanished.
Did Lord Willow God leave this place? Otherwise, why were there no signs of him?
For a moment, Old man Lin felt an unprecedented chill reaching the crown of his head, as if he was being doused in harsh cold weather, chilling him to the bone.
Even he couldn’t help but feel panicked.
Liu Village, it depends on the willow for its existence. Lord Willow God is the root of everything in the village. If there were no Willow God, Liu Village would not have the need to exist.
“I’ve been here the whole time!”
Jiang Hui spoke directly, simply and decisively. He took a step forward and in an instant appeared before Old man Lin, interrupting his wails.
Seeing the majestic figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, Old man Lin’s face lit up with joy. He even began to smile.
“What a relief, Lord Willow God is still here!”