Chapter 1668 Lord Woodruff, Luke Yates
Chapter 1668: Lord Woodruff, Luke Yates Chapter 1668: Lord Woodruff, Luke Yates Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation What the banished immortals saw was what Braydon Neal himself would see. Braydon knew Luke Yates’s true identity—he was Lord Woodruff from ancient times! As for the past identities of the troublemakers, that remained unclear until their soul imprints awakened. Only then could their previous lives be discerned at a glance.
Braydon had a faint suspicion that some of the five lords from the past might be among them, but he couldn’t be certain.
“If Frediano and the others are indeed among the five lords, then who are Lazlo and the rest?” Braydon murmured softly as he stood by a vast riverbank.
The positions of the five lords were simply insufficient to account for all the sons in the Northern Army—figures like Mute, Haven Downing, and others. Who were these troublemakers in their past lives?
Braydon sighed deeply. He had no easy allies, and he realized he needed to remain vigilant. The awakening of soul imprints could entangle them in past-life karma and possibly be exploited by others.
Braydon was particularly concerned about Chadwick Neal and the others. He suspected they had been manipulated by various races in their previous lives, fighting against the myriad races alone while the human race remained unscathed, consolidating its dominance and swiftly annexing territories from other races.
With each new revelation, Braydon found himself contemplating deeper implications. It was better to think ahead now than to regret later if Luke and the others were used as pawns and met unfortunate ends.
Braydon was not one to easily trust outsiders. If he, as commander of the Northern Army, misplaced his trust, the price would be paid by the entire army and its sons. Such a mistake could even cost lives.
In this delicate balance, someone would inevitably bear the consequences.
This was why Braydon appeared flawless and never made mistakes. As the Northern King, he knew all too well the steep price of his errors. Some mistakes simply couldn’t be afforded—not in the past, nor in the future.
Standing by the rushing river with his hands behind his back, Braydon spoke softly, “If we were brothers in our previous life, I couldn’t protect you then.
But this time, I’ll defend you even if it costs me the entire human race!” “In our past lives, the myriad races drove us to our deaths,” he continued.
“In this life, I’ll make them all submit!” Braydon’s eyes gleamed with determination and a chilling resolve. He accepted the weight of his decision.
Even if he had to confront all the races, Braydon harbored no fear. With those words spoken, he silently vanished, leaving his destination—a place of cultivation or Life and Death Path Pill refinement—unknown.
Meanwhile, chaos reigned in the outside world.
A lone individual had obliterated two middle-level demon camps, slaughtering hundreds of millions of demons. Rumors swirled that this mysterious youth, awakened from slumber, was none other than the peerless hero of the War of the Ten Thousand Races in his past life—Lord Woodruff!
To the myriad races, figures like Lord Woodruff were considered great calamities. But to their own race, each of these figures stood as pillars and heroes of humanity, earning their rightful place in the race’s Hall of Fame.
The resurgence of Lord Woodruff reverberated across the starry skies like a tempest. Cultivators from major star systems were intrigued by the enigmatic Northern Army. Just recently, their commander had announced a remarkable offer: every life and death realm cultivator who joined could receive monthly Life and Death Path Pills.
For many, this was an unprecedented opportunity. The allure of the Life and Death Path Pill was irresistible, especially to aging cultivators nearing the end of their lifespans. While reaching the life and death realm ensured a potential lifespan of tens to hundreds of thousands of years, for many elderly cultivators who had already lived through centuries, their potential for further growth had long since plateaued.
Breaking through to the life and death realm was already a daunting challenge, and he had exhausted all his potential. Unless there was a special opportunity to break through further—such as taking the Life and Death Path Pill—there was no hope in sight for him. Only the top geniuses of their race were qualified to consume such path pills, which made it an unattainable dream for many.
Now, someone had provided them with a chance: Braydon. In just ten days, the Northern Army had expanded to over 900,000 soldiers. The recruitment effort reached its peak as cultivators from various galaxies in the Northern Stellar Realm rushed through the teleportation array, willing to pay a hefty price to join before recruitment closed.
Meanwhile, in the Second Universe, opportunists were already capitalizing on the demand. For instance, a troublemaker from the Northern Army had brought his entire legion into the Second Universe to act as intermediaries, deceitfully selling qualifications to join the Northern Army.
Back in the Northern Army territory, the notorious Tobey Lapras lounged lazily in the sun in front of a shop, accompanied by the mischievous Colton Jansky.
“Tobey, do you think this will work?” Colton asked, his expression filled with concern.
“Just wait for Luke to wake up,” Tobey grumbled.
“Get him involved.
If there’s trouble, he can handle it.
Otherwise, we’ll just sit here and reap the rewards.” “Alright,” Colton nodded eagerly.
They both knew that if Braydon were around, they would surely face consequences. Luke had been their scapegoat since childhood, accompanying them in their misdeeds and shielding them from punishment. Luke’s ability to resolve their troubles with Braydon without repercussions had cemented his role as their protector.
As the brothers conversed… A grey-robed elder stood at the entrance of the hall, hesitating for a long moment before finally deciding to enter. Tobey and Colton exchanged glances, their faces lighting up with anticipation. Business was here.
“Where’s your boss?” the grey-robed elder inquired as he stepped inside.
“I’m the boss!” Tobey declared.
“You?” The grey-robed old man scrutinized him skeptically.
“What’s the problem?” Tobey responded with irritation.
“I didn’t expect you to be so young.
I’ve heard rumors that you have connections and can arrange for old cultivators to join the Northern Army.
Is that true?” The old man seemed uneasy, conscious of his dwindling lifespan.
“My time is running short!
I have less than 3,000 years left!” For someone who had lived nearly 200,000 years, 3,000 years felt like an imminent end. The older you got, the more you feared death.
Tobey lazily stretched and said, “Do you understand how things work around here?” “I do, I do.
If you can help me secure a spot in the Northern Army, I’ll gladly pay you 100 million star coins,” the old man pleaded, clearly anxious to make arrangements quickly.