ushernet Chapter 1351: Three Ways
Chapter 1351: Three Ways
Chapter 1351: Three Ways
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
They grew up together, so Braydon Neal’s pale face and profound sadness were no surprise.
He was injured severely, blood trickling from the corner of his lips as he spoke hoarsely to the artifact spirit.
“Artifact Spirit,” he rasped, “you’ve traversed the starry expanse alongside your master and witnessed much. Can the departed be brought back?”
“Absolutely,” replied the artifact spirit with conviction, recognizing Braydon’s desperate need for hope. “Whether it’s people or other entities, where there’s hope, there’s momentum to forge ahead.”
“There are three ways to resurrect the deceased,” the artifact spirit explained. “Firstly, ascending to the realm Master once inhabited. From there, breaking through temporal barriers to bring individuals from the past to the present.
“Secondly, employ your formidable cultivation to seize the river of time within this world, pulling beings from bygone eras.”
The artifact spirit disclosed the methods of resurrection, offering a glimmer of possibility.
Yet, none seemed suitable for Braydon, who now eagerly awaited the third option.
After a moment’s hesitation, the artifact spirit revealed, “Spirit Summoning Monarch Art!”
At those words, Braydon’s eyes sparkled with newfound hope.
The enigmatic technique, passed down through generations of Heavenly Mountain, purportedly capable of reviving the dead?
“My master perished because of this ancient art,” the artifact spirit cautioned softly. “You underestimate its potency.”
The mention of the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art ignited a flurry of emotions within Braydon, despite the artifact spirit’s warning about its perilous nature.
For it held the tantalizing possibility of bringing back those lost to the abyss of death.
Regardless of the cost, Braydon felt compelled to attempt it!
Without hesitation, he lifted Luther Carden out of the coffin.
“Brother!” exclaimed Westley Hader and the others, taken aback.
“Guard me!” Braydon instructed the crowd, then proceeded to carry Luther’s body into the depths of the city lord’s mansion.
Upon reaching the central palace, Braydon gently released Luther, allowing him to hover in the air.
With the gaze of countless onlookers upon him, Braydon invoked the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art, emanating a palpable wave of pressure.
“The Spirit Summoning Art transcends time, capable of reviving the past!” he declared amidst the hushed murmurs of the crowd.
“Soul, return!” Braydon commanded, employing the Spirit Summoning Art to rouse Luther from his slumber.
Could the deceased truly be brought back to life?
It remained an enigma.
Yet Braydon was determined to find out!
“Oh, soul. Return!”
With these incantations, the three banished immortals unleashed their assault, their bodies ablaze with boundless light.
The resulting beam pierced through the heavens and the earth, akin to the final glimmer of light in a world consumed by darkness.
It resembled more of a guiding beacon, illuminating the path for Luther’s wandering soul to find its way back.
As if beckoned by the ceaseless cold gusts, Luther’s essence appeared to be summoned forth.
Pooling their efforts, the quartet invoked the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art, causing the already intense yin wind within the ruin to escalate severalfold.
Despite its dense and violent nature, the wind seemed powerless against Braydon and the others, as they stood within the protective aura of the radiant pillar.
Amidst this tumultuous display, Luther’s eyelids fluttered, faint breaths stirring from her nostrils.
Slowly but surely, the fragmented essence of her life force began to coalesce.
Yet, the act of resurrection defied the natural order, inviting the wrath of the heavens.
Above the swirling yin wind, crimson clouds tinged with black thunder materialized—a celestial omen signifying impending divine retribution.
The red tribulation cloud heralded heavenly judgment, while the ferocity of the ultimate yin thunder threatened to obliterate Luther.
It was an affront to the heavens, a defiance against the natural order of life and death.
Observing the unfolding chaos, the martial arts banished immortal spoke with a detached air, “In the mortal realm, there exist 30,000 techniques, each harboring its own formidable power. Ultimate yin thunder is but one such rarity—a force of nature beyond my comprehension.”
Ultimate yin thunder, with its amalgamation of yin and thunder energies, epitomized the division between yin and yang.
Yet, undeterred, the martial arts banished immortal shielded Luther, utilizing the opportunity to grasp the intricacies of the yin thunder’s power.
Meanwhile, as the bitter winds howled, the vengeful spirit of a fearsome entity coalesced, adding another layer of complexity to the unfolding conundrum.
A fragment of the soul belonging to a nine-headed snake emerged—a creature known in ancient times as the Nine-headed Demonic Snake.
Its fragmented soul roared forth, intent on infiltrating Luther’s form.
“Destroy!” commanded Green Lotus, as he unleashed his time domain, transforming temporal energies into a lethal sword aimed at the snake.
Behind the ancient martial arts banished immortal, the spectral forms of 3,000 imperial paths materialized.
With a cold proclamation, he declared, “Return! The imperial paths merge into one, and the human emperor path reclaims its dominion!”
Legend spoke of the ancient martial arts banished immortals following the path of the human emperor—a belief now embodied in the intertwining of 3,000 mental paths.
From this convergence emerged a towering, imperial figure clad in regal attire, emanating an aura of supreme authority—the human emperor whose countenance mirrored Braydon’s own.
Under the command of the ancient martial arts banished immortal, invisible marks infused with the power of 3,000 imperial paths coalesced, culminating in an unparalleled display of might—a convergence of all forces into a single, devastating strike.
The three banished immortals, each extraordinary in their own right, unleashed their combined prowess, while Braydon observed calmly.
It wasn’t that his true self lacked strength; rather, Braydon had invested considerable effort and energy over the years in nurturing these three individuals, their destinies intertwined through his guidance and support.