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

Amidst the urgent rain curtain, Ye Fan and the other two exchanged glances, then cupped their fists toward Jiang Hui. "We will do our best to stall the Bizarre Clan on the battlefield of the future." Only beings at the Immortal Emperor level could pose a threat to the Master of Liu Village. Although they were not yet capable of contending with such foes, they still held methods to interfere with them, albeit at great difficulty.

However, the Master of Liu Village had already stirred the forces of heaven and earth and sworn an oath to the Great Taoist path. They had no other choice. Moreover, the Master of Liu Village was correct—they carried tremendous karma themselves, rendering them unable to fully exert their strength in this temporal space.

Otherwise, they would be forcibly ejected from this time-space continuum.

As for the Bizarre Clan, their origins were as enigmatic as their name suggested. Up till now, the three knew very little about them, uncertain if they were subject to the same compression of karma and time.

The three did not linger in the village and hastily departed.

The rain intensified; between heaven and earth, it seemed only the endless downpour and thunder remained, deepening the hues of dusk into something darker and graver.

Jiang Hui stood alone at the peak of the back mountain, letting the rain wash over his figure. His profound gaze pierced through the curtain of rain, looking toward the distant and unknown Nirvana.

He never considered himself a man of noble righteousness.

But sometimes, even he could be swept forward by the currents of fate.