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

Jiang Hui gazed around slowly, casting a glance at An Lan, feeling a bit inexplicably sentimental.

Say what you will, flamboyant always remains flamboyant.

Especially for someone like An Lan, who has been an ancient relic for countless millennia, living from an early age in praises like "My son Wang Teng has the demeanor of a Great Emperor." This flamboyant attribute has probably seeped deep into his bones, his bloodline, marinated through and through.

On the flip side, it seems that precisely because of An Lan’s character, his popularity is so high. Even before he appears, the groundwork is laid to the fullest. When he does appear, it reaches the pinnacle, and when he’s beaten by Emperor Huang Tian and cries for help, he instantly calls for his good friend Yu Tuo to save him.

"An Lan, now is not the time for you to boast idly. On the battlefield, if you can’t show your true skills, don’t blame me for being merciless and throwing you back into the cage, where you’ll remain eternally."

Upon hearing the word "cage," An Lan shivered instinctively. It was hard enough getting out; he didn’t want to go back in.

This ancestor of the Imperial Clan stood with his chest out, confidently patting his own chest:

"Rest assured, adults, within the Immortal King Realm, how could I, An Lan, fear anyone? I will surely shine on the battlefield, letting all our enemies know that the ancestor’s prestige of the Imperial Clan is not mere false fame!"

An Lan exuded arrogance, despite being a prisoner a moment ago, already starting to point fingers and dictate.

Truly the ancestor of contradictions.

Yu Tuo could hardly stand his old friend’s mysterious confidence.

If it were in the past, as Immortal Kings, they dominated the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, naturally possessing an undefeated invincible belief. But now, times have changed drastically; the newcomers were too terrifying, not to mention adults; many in the same realm could overpower them.