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

Chapter 518: Chapter 379: Just a Trace of the Past, No, You’re the Original_1

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The Willow God’s divine power is unparalleled, an embodiment of exceptional grace, her clothes billowing, a cluster of golden willow branches rippling with the intricate power of runes. She stays suspended above the horizon.

She possesses a tall and graceful figure, her hands as delicate as pure jade, glowing with a beautiful light, effortlessly deflecting the Big Pot summoned by the Principal of Western Church. Under her power, mountain peaks collapse, even the corner of the cobblestone roads are sliced off.

This scene leaves everyone in awe.

It is understood that the Sect Hierarch of the Western Church is believed to be of Supreme status and represents some of the strongest creatures in the Upper Realm.

This existence could annihilate the universe in a snap, silence the galaxies, and with a small step further would step into the realm of legend, true immortality, to become a transcendent, eternal, and undying existence. Yet he’s still no match for the beautiful figure of the Willow God, who effortlessly dissolved all his attacks.

“Interesting, my path lacks a Guardian Tree of the Church, I might as well purify your evil tree today. It could be regarded building a fortune and sheltering peace for the world, exorcising evil!”

The Principal of the Western Church steps on emptiness, his figure slowly materializing from the nothingness.

His voice was profound, speaking nothing but morality and virtue, his bald head shiny, his kasaya shimmering with colorful light. By appearances alone, he seemed to possess the demeanor and grace of a high-ranking monk.

Behind him, Buddha’s silhouette sporadically appears, and the solemn Sanskrit sound constantly echoes, like an army of thousands, much like the rumbling of thunder, but also like a quiet tune, showing all the connotations within a moment.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Some creatures with weak power and particularly unstable minds become hollow-eyed and lost under the Sanskrit sounds. They keep kneeling towards the direction where the Principal of the Western Church is located, like madmen. They don’t stop even after the blood starts flowing from their foreheads, some are even crazily pulling at their own hair, regardless of whether their scalp gets torn off.

All these creatures are tricked by the Sanskrit sounds. Even in this state, they still wear smiles on their faces and keep muttering the word ‘Amitabha’, seeming strangely evil.

This scene is absolutely heartrending, countless creatures kneeling, crazily tearing their scalps, wanting to follow the Principal of the Western Church. Even Jiang Hui watches in amazement.

It must be said, the means of the Western Church, that old baldy, are indeed quite wicked, which made even him blink in surprise. No wonder it boasts the most disciples in the Upper Realm, with such tactics, even those with unstable minds can directly “become Buddha”, it could even develop an army of pigs.

But, this so-called Western Church is definitely a cult!

Jiang Hui couldn’t help but lament in his heart.

They keep saying that the sea of suffering has no bounds, that turning back is the shore, that saving a life is greater than creating a seven story pagoda, full of righteousness, appearing as a monk who has received the truth, but in reality, they do all sorts of dirty deeds behind the scenes.

If the two are compared, he feels that those from the Alien Territory are more likeable.

At least they have a unified goal, they never fight internally, they never use any kind of scheme against their own people, purely wanting to conquer the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, just wanting to complete their task.

“After so many years, you’re still the same. Your skill hasn’t improved much, but your knack for misleading people has, indeed, become more sophisticated. Your Western Church really is becoming more outdated!”

The Willow God’s voice suddenly turns stern. Her face doesn’t show change, but Jiang Hui could still hear a trace of disdain.

Legend has it that Western Church is a descendent of the Ancient Monk Line from the previous era. They were known since ancient times for their powerful physical abilities. The Sect discovered an ancient monk’s meditation site and gained fame from this discovery, subsequently establishing themselves as one of the prominent Great Sects of the Upper Realm.

In the Immortal Ancient Era, she had some contact with the Ancient Monk Line. Back then, they were also attracting disciples by similar tactics, the only difference being slightly restrained.

“The last era is already destroyed, the era that belongs to you has passed. Even if you were a Supreme Being, now is our era. Regardless of how you respond today, you will be suppressed here. This is your fate, you can’t escape it!”

The Principal of the Western Church clasped his hands together, the Buddha Beads around his neck jiggled slightly, setting off waves of Rune Power like ripples, enveloping him within.

This is a true battle.

Belonging to the collision of Supreme-level beings, it can’t be imagined, the residual effects could easily destroy any minor world!

At this instant, the sky splits open, wild winds surge, lightning intertwines above the sky, the world turns pitch-black, as if ink pouring down, as if the world’s end is near.

Thousands of willow branches wave in the sky, piercing through the void, like a sky-covering force, plunging towards the Principal of the Western Church.

“Behead the evil!” The Principal of the Western Church coldly snorts, his golden body enlarges by tens of thousands of times in an instant, like a towering giant, his every move unleashing a grand force.

Moreover, with the fall of his voice.

A crude Big Bell flies out suddenly, echoes resounding between flashes of light.

The sound of the bell doesn’t fade, but instead grows louder, its light spreading out like ripples, illuminating everything like a radiant sun. One can faintly see an ‘End’ character flashing on the surface of the bell.

“This artifact, even you lot have the qualification to use it, aren’t you afraid of disgracing this weapon?”

The Willow God’s voice was cold, her eyes sharp, hundreds of branches all shone at the same time, golden light enveloping the whole Immortal Ancient Ruins.