Chapter 1690 Aiming for Eternal Realm
Chapter 1690: Aiming for Eternal Realm Chapter 1690: Aiming for Eternal Realm Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation After he finished speaking, Braydon said, “Luke, send him away!” His eyes sparkled with excitement. It had been a long time since he’d faced an opponent of his own generation!
The Prodigy Tournament had a spirit body? That made things interesting. Braydon didn’t mind joining in on the fun. As for participating in the competition itself, he wasn’t interested. He was tired of the complicated rules and the underhanded tactics. Even if he didn’t compete, he could still meet those outstanding individuals. After all, the stage for cultivators was the vast and boundless starry sky.
Luke Yates promptly threw Grady Schuster out of the window. The dignified Third Prince had been unceremoniously thrown out with no regard for his status.
A black-robed figure stood outside the Stargazing Hotel and quickly caught Grady.
“Third Young Master!” “Uncle Harrell, you’re here!” Grady exclaimed with relief.
“Do you know the background of the two inside?” the black-robed man asked.
Grady nodded.
“They kidnapped me to learn more about the empire and the Prodigy Tournament,” Grady explained calmly. He didn’t lose his composure and shared everything he knew.
Nearby, eternals were closing in on him.
In Braydon’s room, Luke tossed something out the window. Swoosh! The black-robed man caught it effortlessly. When he saw the silver medal, his expression changed dramatically, and cold sweat broke out all over him.
“What did they throw out?” Grady asked urgently.
“Quickly, have your father come and apologize!” the black-robed man instructed.
“I prefer peace and quiet,” Braydon’s calm voice came through.
“Yes, sir!” The black-robed man went up to the Stargazing Hotel alone. Standing outside the door, he handed over the silver medal with both hands and said, “It’s our Milky Way Empire’s fault for neglecting you.” “You may leave.” Braydon didn’t want to waste any more time.
“Um,” Luke suddenly spoke up.
“Prepare a starship for us.
We’re heading to the Northern Stellar Realm!” “Understood!” The black-robed man immediately agreed. After leaving, he also told all the eternal cultivators to leave the Stargazing Hotel and not to bother these two young men.
On the way back, Grady asked, “Uncle Harrell, who are those two people?” “Members of the race’s military headquarters.
With their age, their future achievements are limitless.
No one in the entire Milky Way Empire has received a silver medal for tens of thousands of years.” The black-robed man’s voice was filled with respect.
A member of the human army—who would dare to make a move? Every major stellar realm knew how powerful the military was, and it was filled with many experts. Members of the military were spread all over the starry sky. A silver medal recipient was a big deal; if the Milky Way Empire tried to make trouble, they’d risk bringing the wrath of the military down on them.
“A silver medal?” Grady was shocked.
“The conditions for receiving that medal are…” “Destroying a low-grade demon camp,” the black-robed man said.
Grady was stunned. In reality, Luke had not only silver medals but also lower-grade bronze medals and gold medals!
Not long ago, the Northern Army had wiped out eight medium-sized demon camps. As a result, the Military Department awarded eight gold medals, a hundred silver medals, and ten thousand bronze medals to the Northern Army soldiers. Luke received a gold medal, which would undoubtedly impress anyone in the Northern Stellar Realm.
Gold medals were given to those who had destroyed a mid-level demon camp and slain a spirit creature. Such achievements marked these individuals as the backbone of the military, wielding significant power within the race’s military.
Braydon and Luke stayed for just three days. After a brief rest, they set off on their journey.
The two of them boarded a white starship, the finest in the Milky Way Empire. The starship was a hundred miles long, gliding through space like a stream of light, and was divided into three sections. It was equipped with various facilities and service staff.
In the room where the starship’s owner rested, Braydon remarked, “It’ll take us half a year to reach the Northern Stellar Realm.” “Too long!” Luke replied, looking frustrated. It felt like an eternity to him, and he could already imagine his brother pushing him to train harder.
True to expectations, Braydon added, “Break through to the eternal realm in half a year.” Braydon had never inquired about Lord Woodruff’s imprint on Luke, as long as it didn’t interfere with him. Braydon also went into seclusion, entering his own small world. With a gathering of geniuses expected in the Northern Stellar Realm, he knew that being at the life and death realm would be somewhat lacking.
In just six months, Braydon aimed to advance from the life and death realm to the eternal realm. Only someone like Braydon would dare to set such an ambitious goal. At this stage of cultivation, seeking quick results was almost suicidal.
Braydon’s understanding of the life and death realm was profound, having inherited it completely. Unlike others, he had a deeper grasp of the life and death realm due to his unique background. All he needed was to accumulate strength.
The cultivation of life and death!
In an ideal setting, Braydon sat cross-legged on the river, with two paths appearing behind him. One was a black path representing death, and the other was a green path symbolizing life. These two paths stretched for miles, stretching across the sky and radiating boundless power.
The primordial chaos banished immortal had long been at the forefront of mastering these two paths. Braydon no longer needed to study them in depth; his task now was to channel the forces of life and death within his body.
Life and death. Every qualitative shift in these forces would elevate his realm. There were thirteen levels in total. The first realm represented life, and the second realm represented death.
Currently, Braydon was in the life and death realm. Even though he could feel the balance of the life and death pills within him, and the two forces occupied his body, he couldn’t shake a sense of helplessness.
But Braydon knew there was a third power within him: primordial chaos. The power of primordial chaos lay dormant deep inside. When it erupted, it would sweep through and disintegrate the life and death pills’ power. This was the path the primordial chaos banished immortal had walked.
While cultivating like others, Braydon forced his own primordial chaos power to grow. It seemed like a single path but was actually two separate cultivation paths. His primordial chaos path was rising as it contended with the suppression of the primordial chaos body.
Braydon was following the same principle. The primordial chaos power in his body was kept in check by the life and death pills, but he was patient. He knew that the primordial chaos power would eventually erupt.
On the surging river, Braydon remained steady. The aura of death in his body seemed compressed to its limit, while the power of life surged into every part of him, making his life force reach an unprecedented peak. This illusion was no trick to Braydon.