Chapter 1699 Only He Can Be Called Ancestor
Chapter 1699: Only He Can Be Called Ancestor Chapter 1699: Only He Can Be Called Ancestor Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation However, that lord back then announced the monarch art, stating that any human disciple could cultivate it. Perhaps because of this, the monarch art seemed to carry a curse.
There were tens of thousands of races in the universe. Apart from humans, other races couldn’t cultivate the monarch art. Those who forcefully attempted it often went berserk.
Hardin Dolan’s eyes were filled with shock. He was desperate to learn more about Braydon Neal’s background. This person had too many secrets—each one touching on the core secrets of the race. It was terrifying!
In the trial world, Braydon wielded the Northern King Sword and used the Overpowering Sword technique. The Overpowering Sword’s terror was evident—each blade was stronger than the last, like a massive wave sweeping over his opponents. If the enemy didn’t die, the sword wouldn’t stop. The power of each slash kept increasing.
Braydon’s golden wings grew even more dazzling with each blade strike. A terrifying demonic shadow appeared behind him—a human figure, to be precise. This figure had appeared before, but now, this figure, hidden in the blood, had been silently observing him, finally manifesting behind Braydon.
It released an ancient aura as if it had crossed the river of time.
Outside the trial world, the elders from the 36,000 galaxies, eternals, were shocked. Tears streamed down his face as he knelt on the ground, saying in a trembling voice, “Human disciple Shonn Sayers welcomes the ancestor of the human race’s return!” “Human disciple Deegan Millet welcomes the ancestor of the human race’s return!” “Human descendants…” These words came from the older eternal cultivators. All the higher-ups of the Northern Stellar Realm were stunned. They recognized the figure behind Braydon—the silhouette of the human figure, which was actually 30% similar to Braydon.
His appearance shocked everyone present.
“Welcome back!” A dignified voice rang out.
“A human disciple, Hardin Dolan, welcomes the return of our ancestor!” “Human disciple Cree Mackey greets the ancestor of the human race!” Even the proud and aloof Cree was kneeling on the ground. This was because the silhouette’s portrait was prominently displayed high above in the human race’s Hall of Fame. His portrait was at the top, which also explained why the Neal lineage was the leader among the eight human lineages. The Neal family’s bloodline hid the race’s most shocking secrets for hundreds of millions of years.
The ancestor of the human race had once declared that even though he had fallen and his soul imprint had vanished, he would return one day to protect the race for another trillion years. His achievements would never be forgotten. Without ancestors like him, the human race would have been weak from the start and could have disappeared long ago.
When the universe was young, our race was weak. Our clansmen were treated as food by the demon race, and other races humiliated our women, turning them into food ingredients. At that time, the dignity of the race was nothing but a distant dream. As humans, they lived in constant fear. As elders, they couldn’t create a world for their descendants or protect them. They couldn’t find peace before they died.
How many iron-blooded men wanted to die differently? They were full of passion but fell beneath the sharp weapons of non-humankind. Just as the race faced destruction, someone appeared out of nowhere. With his youth, he created a path so stunning that it would shock the ages and lay the foundation for the path that all races in the universe now follow. He was known as the ancestor of the ten thousand paths by all races!
It was he who created the glory of the path. “For our human race, this ancestor emerged during our darkest period.
He fought against all races, established a territory, and ensured that our children grew up safely and healthily.
He allowed our race to reproduce and fought all his life, swearing that he would rather be slaughtered than let the race fall.
“He protected his race alone and educated all living beings, showing the human race what true dignity means.” Apart from their own, human beings could not trust anyone else. He stood up straight for his race! Only someone like him could truly be called an ancestor. After he passed away, his descendants established the Hall of Fame and placed his portrait at the top, honoring him as the ancestor.
How could their race’s disciples ever forget the ancestor of the human race’s achievements? Without him, where would their race be today? He laid the foundation for them, and so, the ancestor of the human race’s shadow reappeared.
The higher-ups of the Northern Stellar Realm were not the only ones alarmed. A voice from the endless starry sky echoed, “Human disciple Chadwick Neal greets the ancestor of the human race!” The voice of the strongest chief, Chadwick, rang out.
“Greetings, Ancestor!” A calm voice followed.
“Human disciple Finley Yanagi greets his ancestor!” … The voices of the core higher-ups of the race rang out. These were all top figures, all because of Braydon!
Braydon, in the trial world, had no time to focus on the figure appearing behind him. He opened his eyes, took a step forward, and produced a green lotus. His bloodline was revived!
Braydon used his Overpowering Sword. The first slash injured the white ape. Seeing that 1% of its eternal body had been damaged, the white ape’s face darkened. For eternal lifeforms, harming their eternal bodies was the most taboo thing. With its body damaged and vitality drained, how could it still speak of eternity?
Furious, the white ape attacked with its peak strength. Its fist collided with the sword light. The second slash landed, causing the white ape’s eternal body to suffer double the damage. The damage from a single slash had already reached 2% of its eternal body. Though the total damage seemed only 3%, the white ape would likely need at least a hundred years to heal.
If he used a special treasure to heal his body, the time needed to recover would be significantly reduced. However, these special items were extremely expensive and mostly held by large factions. The white ape, being a demon beast in the trial world, was essentially trapped. Where could it find such a special item? It could only rely on its own recovery.
The white ape didn’t want to prolong this fight. It aimed to kill Braydon with a single strike. At the 10th level of the eternal realm, not only had it mastered the eternal path, but it had also formed an eternal Dharma Idol. It was likely cultivating its eternal soul at this very moment. To kill such a demon beast, one would need a cultivator at the eternal great fulfillment realm. If the white ape wanted to escape, even a cultivator at the great fulfillment of the eternal realm would struggle to stop it. Eternal creatures were notoriously difficult to kill—a fact widely acknowledged.
A path-returning realm expert could manage the kill, but a nirvana realm being would definitely die and have no chance of escaping. The difference in realms was obvious!
The battle between them intensified! Braydon wielded his blade with fierce determination, aiming to take the white ape’s life.
With each slash—the third, the fourth—his attacks grew stronger and the damage more severe. The white ape was terrified. In just seven slashes, the damage had reached an alarming 28% of its eternal body—an injury that would take thousands of years to heal.
“Die!” The white ape roared. Its Dharma Idol, towering like the sky, swung its fist in attack.
“Human, die!” “Eighth slash!” Braydon’s aura surged to a terrifying level, meeting the white ape’s attack head-on. He too was injured in the clash; blood flowed from the corner of his lips. Yet, Braydon remained calm, determined to see if he could defeat the demon beast with sheer strength.