Chapter 1789 A Strong Expert Helping
Chapter 1789: A Strong Expert Helping Chapter 1789: A Strong Expert Helping Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “Greetings, Teacher!” He was dressed in simple linen clothes.
“The dragon bloodline has been severed?” Braydon Neal observed at a glance.
“Teacher advised me to cultivate with a human body, and I will, of course, follow your advice,” Femi Kabbah replied respectfully.
“Cultivating with a human body will be beneficial for your future.
The potential of a dragon body is not as great as that of humans.
You’ll understand this more as you progress,” Braydon said before disappearing with the four of them.
In the small world, the River of Time stretched across the sky, spanning the entire world.
Loki’s eyes widened in shock.
“Is this…
the River of Time?” Bedirhan Leitner and Femi were equally stunned; it was their first time seeing the River of Time, and it was magnificent!
“Brother, I don’t want to go in anymore,” Luke mumbled.
“You’re going in again.
If you haven’t reached the tenth level of the nirvana realm by the time you come out, I’ll lock you up for 10,000 years!” Braydon warned him sternly with a glance.
Luke spent his days playing around instead of cultivating properly, making him the lowest-ranked in cultivation among the Northern Army sons. However, he knew that Braydon had the lowest cultivation, but he couldn’t say that out loud. Talking back might even earn him a beating.
The little fool was thrown into a world alone, while Braydon brought Bedirhan and the other two into the previous world—a golden world filled with divine energy.
As soon as they entered, Loki sensed the uniqueness of this place. Closing his eyes to concentrate, he said in shock, “What a dense divine aura.
I can feel that every blade of grass and tree here contains divine power.” “If I stay here, I’m certain I can break through in less than a hundred years!” Bedirhan said confidently.
Braydon looked at them and said, “I’ll give you three years to break through the shackles.
This place is closely connected to the Ancient Divine Realm.
The creatures born here are born gods!” “What?” they exclaimed in disbelief.
Femi and the others were stunned. The news was overwhelming. Those born here were born as gods—their starting point was incredibly high! If a family settled in this place, they could create a super family in less than ten thousand years.
Braydon clasped his hands behind his back and said calmly, “Each of you has your own path to follow in cultivation.
I brought you here because I want you to reach the god realm before the end of the Hundred Stellar Realm Competition.
When the Thousand Stellar Realm Competition and Ten Thousand Stellar Realm Competition are over, I hope you can advance to the true god realm.” With those words, Braydon vanished in a flash. He, too, needed to cultivate. Though he could endure the effects of the Fourth Revolution Body Refinement Pill, his physique hadn’t yet reached the level needed to withstand 4,000 Dharma Idols. He had no choice but to use the Undying Snake Technique, which required an extremely quiet environment.
How the three chose to cultivate was up to them.
In a cave, Braydon sealed the entrance and descended to the cold pond at the mountain’s base, where he sat cross-legged as if lifeless. His aura was completely cut off. A layer of hazy light appeared on his body, gradually forming threads that intertwined around him. After three years, these threads had formed a round cocoon—a pure white cocoon resembling a snake egg, three meters in diameter. The entire cocoon seemed to breathe, with a faint light expanding and contracting in rhythm with his breathing. Braydon hid within, hibernating.
In this secluded area, Braydon had set up a barrier to prevent outsiders from detecting his presence. Ordinary beings wouldn’t be able to sense him. But, as with all plans, there were always unforeseen events.
A middle-aged man in a royal robe and golden crown happened to pass by. Sensing the mysterious energy of the mountain, he looked down, parting the endless void with his gaze, and saw the round cocoon below.
“A transformation method?” The man’s entire body was covered in divine light as he frowned.
“He hasn’t reached the god realm yet.” As soon as he finished speaking, he tore through all obstacles and descended to the bottom of the cold pond. In this world, all beings were born as gods; anyone who wasn’t a god was an exception. Braydon’s aura had caught this man’s attention.
He stood by, observing for a long time before realizing something.
“A mortal body, born in the outside world, now here with some potential.
He has a chance to break through the shackles and become a god.” “I’ll give you an opportunity!” the man in the royal robe said, waving his hand.
Vast divine power descended from the heavens like two pillars of light, striking both the top of the mountain and the bottom of the cold pond. The golden energy was overwhelming and dominant, as if it had brushed aside all other paths, reigning supreme over the god path.
Braydon’s cocoon was struck by the external energy and greedily absorbed it. The drawback of the Undying Snake Technique was that it required a massive amount of energy as a source during the transformation. Although Braydon had prepared for this, his accumulated strength was far from sufficient. The sudden assistance from the man in the royal robe resolved what could have been a crisis for Braydon.
The man in the royal robe tossed down a token and said calmly, “It’s not easy for a mortal to cultivate to this stage.
When you wake up, take my token and come find me in one of the Nine-Emperors Divine Cities, the Violet Emperor City.” With that, he vanished in a flash, merely passing by as he had other matters to attend to.
Inside the cocoon, Braydon opened his eyes briefly, a cold glint flashing in them, before he closed them again to continue his cultivation. The golden divine light pillar from heaven and earth provided him with immense power, but hidden within this power was something more—a soul imprint from the man in the royal robe.
At Braydon’s level, he wouldn’t have detected this subtle imprint. However, when this trace of the imprint entered his body…
Braydon immediately sensed it—a trace of a soul imprint that could track his every move. The man in the royal robe had no good intentions.
Braydon communicated with his ancient soul and severed the trace of the soul as soon as he emerged from seclusion. It was still too early to act; if the man in the royal robe realized that Braydon had returned, it would spell disaster.
Braydon closed his eyes. One transformation would take a hundred years, and a century of effort was condensed into this moment. The golden pillar of light from the sky continuously poured divine power into him, day and night. Fortunately, no one dared to disturb him—the man in the royal robe had left behind his aura, deterring any nearby creatures from approaching. This god’s strength far exceeded that of the lioness Braydon had encountered before.
As the golden pillar of light faded, the white cocoon had transformed into a golden one, its surface cracking and releasing pure golden energy. A young man emerged. When he opened his eyes, they were golden and filled with divinity. After a full 15 minutes, his eyes reverted to black and white.
Braydon moved slightly, feeling the explosive power coursing through his body. He stepped out of the golden cocoon and glanced back inside. What remained was a cracked golden cocoon and a piece of human skin—his old body, now just an empty shell.
Though Braydon’s aura was restrained, every movement he made was imbued with the presence of a true god—a young god.
“With the intervention of that god emperor, he used his divine power to help me establish the foundation of my spirit body.
It was an unexpected gain,” Braydon thought as he took a step forward.