ushernet Chapter 1440: Foreseeing the Future
Chapter 1440: Foreseeing the Future
Chapter 1440: Foreseeing the Future
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The skinny man smirked.
“The Neal family hasn’t changed in ten thousand years. You won’t be able to kill me. In the frost world, when it comes to escaping, if I’m second, no one dares to claim to be first!”
With those words, he darted forward, leaving behind hundreds of afterimages that filled the sky in every direction, making it challenging to discern reality from illusion.
However, this individual seemed unaware of Braydon Neal’s abilities.
If he took pride in this, it was a grave mistake.
The Neal family’s dual-pupils were adept at discerning such fancy movement techniques.
Amongst the flurry of afterimages, one had to be real.
Braydon’s ten-eyed dual-pupils saw through the ruse.
There was no spell in existence that could deceive them!
“Braydon, do you know the bounty the Stone family has placed on you?” The skinny youth hovered in the air amidst his multiple afterimages.
“The Stone family is willing to offer a set of holy master-level secret techniques and three treasure sets in exchange for your head. One can even choose any woman from the Stone family as a wife!”
“Got it!”
Braydon’s expression remained composed as he suddenly pivoted and slashed to the side.
With just one swing, he cleaved through over a hundred afterimages.
The skinny youth’s expression contorted in shock. “No!”
Nothing could impede the primordial chaos sword.
What could he possibly use to deflect it?
The saint path?
The primordial chaos sword sliced through the very fabric of the great path itself, for the saint path held no sway over the primordial chaos path.
Braydon swiftly severed the man’s head with his sword.
Steadily, he approached the headless corpse, brandishing his sword once more.
With a decisive strike, the blade pierced through the forehead, obliterating the consciousness within.@@@@
The enemy vanished from the world.
Seated cross-legged, eyes closed, mouth agape, Braydon assimilated the primordial chaos energy, refining it within him as he embarked on the journey of the primordial chaos divine pill.
The primordial chaos divine pill, originally the size of a quail, swelled several times larger after absorbing all the primordial chaos Qi, resembling a sizable egg.
Hazy and profound runes adorned the pill—the chains of order.
Braydon opened his eyes and exhaled a turbid breath.
From a low-level divine to a third-level divine realm expert, he achieved this feat in just a few days.
There was no need to repair the chains of order; once the power of the divine pill accumulated sufficiently, Braydon could break through to the saint realm and effortlessly condense 13 primordial chaos origin runes with a mere thought.
The primordial chaos banished immortal was continually shattering the barriers within Braydon’s original body.
Within a secluded chamber in the Hall of Souls, the trio exchanged bitter smiles.
“The sinister path is truly formidable. In a matter of days, His Highness has ascended from a new divine to the third level,” remarked Issac Irwin, his face etched with concern.
“The unresolved demonic taint on His Highness remains a concern. With the emergence of this malevolent path, how can we prevent further descent?” Issac lamented.
“There’s an abundance of evolved paths within His Highness,” Carlisle Jaynes remarked solemnly. “I’m certain His Highness doesn’t practice the Origin Separation Technique.”
Issac retorted, his tone curt, “Of course! The Origin Separation Technique only permits three. Anything beyond is taboo, risking the annihilation of one’s true body.”
Beckham Jovel sighed. “Five banished immortals have already emerged from His Highness, yet he remains unscathed.”
“But what of the future? Will more banished immortals emerge?” Carlisle mused with a foreboding tone, as if glimpsing the shadows of what lay ahead.
Braydon encountered no significant challenges in the frost world.
He had deliberately chosen this place for self-tempering and cultivation.
Rather than resting, Braydon immediately resumed his search for the next group of bears.
While most cultivators considered these bear groups perilous, they served as invaluable training grounds for a select few.
After flying for nine thousand miles, Braydon stumbled upon a bear group.
Though not large, it still numbered ten thousand.
However, it appeared someone had beaten him to it.
Above the bear group loomed a colossal sword, an embodiment of the great path of sword, exuding an intimidating aura.
Behind it, a faint outline of a massive door could be discerned—the hallmark of Elysium.
“Fascinating,” Braydon muttered, his impression of Elysium neither positive nor negative.
The last time the seabed tomb emerged, the Neal, Siegel and Foreman families united forces to eliminate hundreds of Stone family members without interference from Elysium.