Chapter 1797 Inheriting the Legacy
Chapter 1797: Inheriting the Legacy Chapter 1797: Inheriting the Legacy Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation This was undoubtedly a fool’s dream.
“Elder!” Garvie Nantz approached Braydon Neal and bowed respectfully.
“The descendant of the human race, Garvie Nantz, greets the ancestor!” Back then, when Braydon rebuked Luther Carden, no one dared to intervene. That alone proved his terrifying origins. Therefore, it wasn’t an exaggeration for Garvie to call him an ancestor.
“What?” Braydon looked at him in surprise.
“You’re not even twenty years old?” “I’m seventeen this year!” Garvie scratched his head. Indeed, he was only seventeen.
In those seventeen years, he had cultivated to the ninth realm of the spirit body—an impressive talent!
“Time has passed, and most people can’t compare to you,” Braydon said softly.
“I only hope that one day, I can become a figure like the five lords, ruling over all races and drawing his blade towards the heavens!” Despite his youth, Garvie had his own idols—the five lords of the past!
“You know, the five lords didn’t have a good ending,” Braydon smiled.
“That’s because the ten thousand races didn’t give them time.
If they had been given time, they would have surpassed the shackles and reached an unprecedented realm!” Garvie wasn’t convinced. He tried to defend them.
“Besides, the five lords were strong back then.
They fought against the thousands of races and achieved great things.
Even if they died tragically, they’ll definitely be able to destroy the thousands of races when they return in this life!” “Don’t you think the five lords were wrong back then?” Braydon’s tone shifted, causing Lokie foreman and Bedirhan Leitner’s expressions to change.
“Grand Master, Garvie is still young!” Loki pleaded. This was not a question to be taken lightly.
Regardless of how he answered, Garvie’s fate hung in the balance. If his response was biased, he might not leave this place alive. In the eyes of the Northern King, a seventeen-year-old prodigy with a nine-stage spirit body was still just someone who could be cut down with a sword.
However, Garvie spoke bluntly, “What did the five lords do wrong back then?
They defended the various races outside and protected the peace of our human race within.
Their generation sought to suppress all races and dominate at our peak!
“The fifth lord rendered great service to the race.
He gave his life to kill thousands of enemies, targeting the demons.
How many old demons did he slay, whose hands were stained with the blood of our human children?
“If it weren’t for the battle fought by the five lords, which greatly weakened the demons and reduced the number of old demons, it would be much harder to deal with the demons with the current power of our race’s higher-ups!
“The five lords made significant contributions to the race!” … Garvie’s tone was firm; he wasn’t trying to please Braydon. He said what he believed needed to be said. These words, if spoken now, could easily stir trouble. Back then, the five lords had offended many. Anyone who sided with them would be punished unless protected by powerful figures.
Loki sighed in relief and praised Garvie. Braydon nodded.
“It’s not easy for someone your age to say such things.
The five lords didn’t fight in vain when they dragged their broken bodies to the demon race and took those old demons to the underworld.” “How long were you with the five lords?” Garvie’s eyes lit up with interest.
Braydon laughed.
“Put away your little tricks.
Not long ago, I sent the Bright Lord’s true body to the demon region to kill the wind saint great roc.
My identity is no secret—people have vaguely guessed it.
Don’t you know?” “I had my suspicions, but I couldn’t believe it.
I didn’t witness the battle thirty thousand years ago.
I’ve only heard stories from my elders.
They said your body and soul were destroyed, and your soul imprint was shattered.” Garvie tried to contain his excitement. From what he knew, a broken soul imprint meant the destruction of both body and soul—vanishing from the world.
“There are some things you’ll understand in time,” Braydon said softly.
“The five you’ve been thinking about have returned in this life.
I don’t think it will be long before you meet them in the Ten Thousand Stellar Realm Competition!” “I…” Garvie was a bit overwhelmed. He had never imagined he might fight alongside his idols. His knowledge of the five lords was limited to historical records. Each of them was a legend! The leader they followed was a figure feared by all races, a trailblazer for all. How many throughout history could claim such a feat?” Braydon looked at him and said, “A cultivation of the ninth realm of the spirit body is indeed weak.
Before the Ten Thousand Stellar Realm Competition, if you were a god, you might stand a chance against those guys!” A short sentence left Femi Kabbah involuntarily shocked.
“Teacher,” he asked cautiously, “as far as I know, some of them are in the path-returning realm, while others have entered the nirvana realm.
Are they able to bypass the spirit body realm and challenge the gods?” “If they go crazy, even if the three of you join forces, you might not be able to suppress one of them.” As the elder brother, Braydon had once used the Great Empress’s power to reunite the soul imprint and attack the path of reincarnation. He had taken away those trapped on the path of reincarnation and brought them back. Naturally, he knew them—especially if the five lords went crazy. It was almost impossible to suppress them with just a void god level power.
Femi’s expression grew solemn. He finally realised the kind of beings he was up against in this life. With Braydon’s status, he would never lie to them. If Braydon dared to say this, then the Northern Army sons must have some tricks up their sleeves.
Garvie stood nearby, feeling a bit reserved. Braydon turned around and walked into the snowstorm with his hands behind his back, saying indifferently, “If you have time, follow me for a while.
It shouldn’t be difficult for me to help you enter the god realm before the Ten Thousand Stellar Realm Competition!” “Really?” Garvie was pleasantly surprised. He still had the temperament of a young man, completely different from when he was being chased by the young master of the Northern Region.
“There’s going to be another Martial Uncle?” Loki muttered.
“I’ve never seen you call me Martial Uncle either!” Bedirhan remarked.
In response, Loki rolled its eyes at him. He would never call Bedirhan Martial Uncle.
Garvie was so excited that he knelt down and kowtowed to Braydon.
“Disciple Garvie Nantz greets Master!” “There are thousands of ceremonies and 3,000 paths.
The teacher-student ceremony is only for imparting knowledge and preaching!” Braydon stopped in his tracks and looked back at the youth, as if seeing a reflection of his younger self. He said, “Master and disciple etiquette—the master is the father, and the disciple is the son.
Do you understand?” “I understand!” Garvie raised his head, his eyes clear and resolute.
Braydon continued, “Teacher and student teach and preach, but a disciple must inherit the master’s mantle.
Do you want to inherit my mantle?” “Whatever Master teaches me, I will learn!” Garvie replied earnestly.
Braydon’s expression was solemn.
“You have performed the master and disciple ceremony.
If you wish to become my disciple, you must inherit my mantle.
I want you to consider carefully whether you are truly ready to accept this responsibility.” The legacy of Braydon was something that outsiders would covet, even be greedy for. But they didn’t realize that this legacy could crush a person.
Garvie, still a young man, hadn’t fully considered all this. He looked up and said, “I am willing to accept Master’s legacy!”