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

Chapter 525: Chapter 382: A Glimpse of the Future_1

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What could he be thinking?

Jiang Hui’s thoughts were quite straightforward, actually.

All he wanted was to survive, take control of his own fate, and properly develop the land he owned. His goal was to strengthen and expand Liu Village.

Safety wasn’t something he needed to worry too much about.

With the protection of the Utopia Array, even if the Ten Patriarchs from the Calamity Plateau personally appeared, they would only be able to stand idle. If he intended to lay low, no one should be able to stop him.

As for everything else, those were just trivial matters. If they could be done easily, he would do them, but if they couldn’t, he wouldn’t fret.

He didn’t have to meddle in everything, nor would he deliberately change the course and outcome of certain events. He would go with the flow.

“I am willing to step forward, simply because my heart yearns for the light!”

Next to the mountain path, Shi Hao faced the gaze of the Willow God and spoke. His eyes glowed as he gazed into the distance, his expression unyielding.

If that day ever came, he might step forward to protect everything he cherished.

Especially in the unseeable depths, he felt a calling that encouraged him to never step back, whether it was in his past, his present, or his future.

Even if he must walk on the edge of a sword, he would forge ahead, braving the thorns along the way.

“Why trouble yourself? You aim for the light, but the light has never appeared. In the end, you will only regret!” The Willow God sighed, her expression full of sorrow. “Let’s do this, I’ll let you sneak a peek at what’s going to happen in the future. You can make your decision then. Remember, you need to keep your mind focused to see the scene you want to see. The more crucial the situation, the more careful you should be. Do not act rashly!”

After advising him a few times, she waved her jade-like hand, and the golden willow branches flickered as they cast a miraculous spell that could forcibly project a corner of the future.

Long years have passed, and ancient times remain ancient.

This kind of method is almost never seen anymore.

Even the number of times she used this magic could be counted on one hand, because otherwise, it would damage her lifeline and bring misfortune haunting her forever, making it difficult to move about freely or may even bring disaster upon her.

Unless one could reach an unthinkable high point where fate did not matter and reincarnation did not cycle, only then could such things be disregarded.

But that was too elusive. The difficulty was no less than finding a needle in the ocean, or carving a boat to search for a sword.

At this point, Jiang Hui became interested, and his eyes regained their sparkle.

Of course, he wasn’t interested in what the future held. He was certain about what was to happen in the future, more than anyone else. Jiang Hui was mainly curious about this divine skill the Willow God spoke of.

If he had such a method, even setting up a divination stall in his spare time could make him famous.

At this moment, the Willow God was sitting cross-legged on a bluestone, swallowing the essence of the sun and moon and beginning to resonate slowly with the Heavenly Road around her as if she was experiencing a surging tide.

Slowly, an deafening roar seemed to come from the void, and endless starlight fell, covering this area. It was an impressive sight.

The figure of the Willow God gradually blurred.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

In her pure white attire, a rich Chaostic Aura permeated, rising, and fragments of time danced through eternity here.

Clouds shrouded the area, fog was everywhere, filled with an exaggerated aura that could not be described in words.

Accompanied by Heaven and Earth returning to solitude once more.

Shi Hao witnessed a corner of the future.

It was blurry and extremely vague; he could not make anything out.

He opened his eyes wide, trying to see everything with all his might.

The blurry scene eventually became a bit clearer.

What he saw was desolation. Ancient and lonely, everything was in ruins, nothing remained. Barren lands, and a silent world. Skeletons were everywhere, their blood forming a barrier to the sky.

The galaxy was broken, stars were shattered, and everything in sight was just the scene of a devastated world.

Most importantly, he saw a burnt, black willow stump. It appeared to have suffered a severe blow, entirely covered in cracks, a pitiful sight to behold.

“Willow God!” Little Dot was taken aback, feeling a very familiar aura.

It was the Willow God, but she had no signs of life, left dead on the battlefield, an incredibly tragic sight.

Shi Hao felt deep sorrow, his eyes turning red, an unfamiliar feeling stirred within his heart.

He didn’t believe it, and he dared not believe it.

In this corner of the future, the omnipotent Willow God in his mind would fall in battle, her end too tragic to bear.

To know, the strength of the Willow God was unquestionable. Even the Sect Hierarch of those ancient powers could not be her match. But in the future, she would be dead and gone, not even leaving a complete corpse behind.

But there was no time to dwell on this.

Immediately afterwards.

Shi Hao saw a familiar face, his own face many years later. Though his appearance hadn’t changed, the vicissitudes in his eyes were so heavy it felt almost substantive, as if centuries had passed him by with one look.

He was still alive and unparalleled in strength, able to obliterate the starry sky with a flick of his fingers. But there was no one by his side, just him alone, wandering on the river of time, perhaps in search of something. Yet he was still alone in the end.

“Hmm… that’s…”

Just then, the scene changed again, and a mountain village appeared before Shi Hao.

Despite being a mountain village, it was majestic and vast. Secluded from the world, people and animals lived in harmony, their faces beaming with happiness. Every young boy and girl were as strong as a pack of wolves or a herd of tigers, their vigor like erupting volcanoes, surprising even him.