Chapter 1741: Chapter 1045: Red-Haired Monster (Part 2)
But upon closer listening, the tone carried not much anger, but rather a bland narration of a trivial matter, and even a hint of undisguised excitent.
To Him, even if all beings of the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds fled, it would be nothing more than the struggle of ants. What He truly cared about—was only Jiang Hui.
This individual, once chosen by Him to beco the vessel for His will to descend, for reasons even He could not fathom, not only escaped His control.
But also obscured the karma and connections He had imposed, and successfully stepped into the Sacrificial Dao Realm.
Unimaginable.
It left Him feeling horrified.
Therefore, He had always observed in secret, never showing Himself, desperately wanting to know what kind of power was truly orchestrating all this.
This power caused even Him to tremble, to be thrilled, unable to restrain Himself, His mind in a frenzy of excitent.
He once glimpsed the true eternity, at the end of ti where chaos reigns, karma is absent, and destiny no longer exists—
Above the Sacrificial Path was not the end, there was a truly singular Realm.
Now, the secret of that vessel might prove it.
The true path of self-immolation, where He tore away His primordial spirit, was not an illusion but truly existed.
Yet He sensed that Realm would be truly singular.
Singular to the point that since ancient tis, there can only be, and there will only be, one being to reach that Realm.
Before self-immolation, He did not succeed, but after self-immolation, He saw a path, perhaps viable, which He is now attempting.
At the sa ti, He could sense that the power behind that vessel also hadn’t succeeded.
However, the path that the other walked was no shorter than His; perhaps it had already touched upon a crucial point.
As for why it was connected to the vessel He sought.
He pondered long, and perhaps there was only one reason, which was that the other intended to stop Him.
After all, that Realm was too singular; once a being reached it, the path would be entirely closed, and thereafter, no one could step into it.
Thus, even when the Great Mysterious Ancestors, under His provided ans, discovered Jiang Hui’s True Body, He did not intervene personally.
All this was to create an illusion for Jiang Hui—an illusion that He couldn’t act due to so reason.
In fact, though He seed sowhat incomplete, it was by choice, not incapability, and even if given more ti, He would surpass His previous state.
Because He had taken a substantial step on that path.
So of His plans were no longer needed, and the vessel ant to carry His will had lost its use.
Still, He wanted to see to what heights this carefully selected vessel could ultimately reach?
The unknown existence that, like Him, ascended above the Sacrificial Path, what extent would that vessel reach ultimately.
“Ah…”
At that mont.
The humanoid being suddenly emitted a nearly distorted wail.
The body curled tightly into a shrimp-like shape.
Imdiately, the skin wriggled violently, as if sothing underneath was trying to break free.
“Squish!”
“Squish!”
To the naked eye, countless crimson long hairs broke through the humanoid being’s flesh, wriggling frantically as if alive, burrowing out,
In rely an instant.
The humanoid being beca completely covered in crimson long hair, even its eyes and mouth surged with dense, rampant red hairs.
The eyeballs burst, replaced by two masses of even more scarlet long hair, emitting a chilling rustle, extending to the ground.
Beside it, the old Willow Tree shook violently, surprisingly letting out a harsh screech.
The twisted branches twitched like spasmodic fingers, the bark cracked open with a “click,” seeping dark red fluid.
Subsequently, countless crimson hairs crazily drilled from the tree’s cracks as if so long-parasitized entity finally erged from its cocoon.
These crimson hairs writhed and entwined, wrapping the entire tree into a pulsating blood nest.
The Willow Branches no longer drooped but extended upward like tentacles, covered equally in red hair, resembling countless rotten blood vessels creeping across the ground…
It seed like all this took a long ti.
But in fact, it happened in a split second.
Originally handso and elegant, with shoulders as if carved, though his specific features could not be perceived, the humanoid being had transford directly into a grotesque red-haired being.
The changes in the old Willow Tree were even more terrifying, completely unrecognizable.
“Is this the price to pay?”
The red-haired creature half-knelt on the ground, one hand clutching its chest, the other clawing deeply into the earth, gasping frantically as if drowning, the breaths coming so rapidly that it seed any missed breath might choke imdiately.
The red-haired creature’s breathing gradually beca heavy, each inhale accompanied by the agony of tearing flesh.
The crimson long hair was not dead matter but rather like so kind of living parasite, writhing madly under the skin, as if so unimaginable creature inside this humanoid form was desperately trying to break free from the confinent of its flesh.
“Gah… gah…”
Wheezing, the red-haired creature forced out hoarse breaths from its throat.
After a long while.
The anomaly finally subsided.
The humanoid creature stood up with difficulty, its exposed gaze possessing a kind of frenzied madness.
Strictly speaking, achieving the Immortal Emperor’s Realm is essentially the end of all things, and the Sacrificial Path State is just the later stage of this realm.
Above the Sacrificial Path is the next true great realm.
Yet upon stepping onto this path, there erges an instinctive sense that it’s not the end, that there is a true ultimate end where true transcendence can be achieved.
But this road is too rugged, you might even say it hardly qualifies as a road at all.
As long as one wishes to ascend.
They will bear so unimaginable curse.
It will render your once infinite life finite, make you ill; each sickness diminishes your control over your body, with each major illness bringing about unimaginable mutations in your flesh and primordial spirit.
This road essentially is a road of no return.
The mont they step onto this path, their countdown begins.
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The Boundary Sea.
Jiang Hui utilized the dam’s authority to temporarily carve out a relatively peaceful zone on the dam.
The dam was massive, like an ancient continent with no end.
Though this place was far from being as exaggerated as the Sacrificial Sea, it still surpassed imagination.
On the dam, chaos fog swirled.
The billions of beings rescued, guided by Jiang Hui’s will, began an unprecedented city-building project.
These beings ca from different races, with varying forms and abilities.
So were as colossal as mountains, their massive arms swinging and tearing the air with a deep roar, exerting the power to move mountains and overturn seas.
So were small, performing more intricate processing of giant stones.
The Ten Thousand Clans worked in unity, clearly divided in labor, everything proceeding thodically.
Before long.
Simple yet grand palaces and city towers arose on the dam, resembling an unending series of mountain peaks.
As ti passed, on the dam, towers that reached toward the clouds stood chaotically yet harmoniously among scattered palaces, with carriages and horses as busy as a bustling marketplace.
At the sa ti, moved by Jiang Hui’s lifesaving grace, grand statues resembling Jiang Hui by seven or eight points, built against mountains, sprang up like bamboo shoots after rain.
The myriad races of the heavens and worlds, with devout hearts, carved these day and night, standing them in the core regions of their territories, worshiping daily, and conducting grand rituals as years passed.
Thus, unconsciously, several thousand years drifted by swiftly.
For the vast majority of races, especially those innately weak with poor bloodlines, a hundred years already constituted a long life; a span of thousands of years could unfold grand, epic histories.
Eventually, worshiping Jiang Hui’s statue beca a tradition etched into the bloodline.
During the Ten Thousand Clans’ worship.
Invisible energies surged forth from their worship, like imperceptible wisps of blue smoke, initially trickling like a small stream, then rapidly roaring like a vast ocean torrent, converging upon the statues that belonged solely to Jiang Hui.
The faith arose from the deepest places within the myriad beings’ hearts, beyond life and death, giving birth to the power of faith.
At this mont.
All the statues glowed, without Jiang Hui needing to actively harvest, began to flock into his divine sea.
The Sea of Consciousness was boundless; amidst chaos, the radiant glow was splendid.
After the vast influx of belief, it boiled over.
Rounds of crimson-golden great suns rose from the sea’s surface, casting tens of thousands of layers of golden radiance, resplendent and dazzling…
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