Chapter 1806 Three Blades to Kill You
Chapter 1806: Three Blades to Kill You Chapter 1806: Three Blades to Kill You Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Cole Colbie stood beside him and said, “Second Brother mentioned something to me before.
It seems that the remnants of the Ancient Immortal Realm have been reincarnating in this life, secretly searching for Lukyan Flerov’s next incarnation.” Lord Lukyan’s next life was destined to be their leader, and those remnants once tried to ambush and kill Braydon Neal in that past life. But in the end, Braydon wiped them out with his eight Soul Slaying Swords.
“They’re just a bunch of survivors.
Don’t concern yourself with them,” Braydon replied indifferently.
“It’s not just the remnants of the Ancient Immortal Realm; there are also remnants of the ancient divine race.
They seem to have infiltrated the race headquarters and are hiding in the shadows.
If they strike suddenly, it could cause us trouble.
Besides, Trevon and Judith are also here,” Cole reminded him again, knowing that these enemies were like venomous snakes lurking in the dark, waiting to strike.
“With our current strength, provoking them carelessly could be problematic,” Braydon said quietly.
“We can borrow the strength of Cabel Callison and the others,” Cole suggested, choosing to leverage outside power to eliminate the threat.
As Braydon watched the inheritance choices made by the imperial guards, he said calmly, “If they continue to hide in the shadows, let them be.
But if any peak experts make a move, inform Cabel, Taarank, and Atreus to take them down!” “If anyone dares to kill my Northern Army men, don’t hesitate—summon your true body and wipe them all out!” Braydon’s tone remained calm, but a hint of killing intent was unmistakable.
In his previous life, Cole had been one of the five lords, with a true body hidden in the ancient hall. When necessary, he could summon his true body. Understanding this, Cole didn’t pursue the matter further.
Meanwhile, the 3,000 guards had received their inheritances after entering the Dharma Nation. They discovered more than 10,000 inheritances, including many forbidden techniques that held the power of ten thousand generations.
After they made their selections, Braydon, with his hands behind his back, said, “You’ve all entered the nirvana realm, so it’s time I teach you the Undying Snake Technique.” For a nirvana cultivator, each stage of nirvana was like a life-and-death crisis. Success meant recasting the foundation and giving birth to soul bones, while failure would reduce a lifetime’s worth of cultivation to ashes.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
The 3,000 imperial guards understood the gravity of those words. Before Braydon departed, he advised them, “The nirvana realm is crucial for rebuilding your foundation.
Don’t rush to break through to the next stage.
Train yourself in the nirvana realm multiple times.
This way, when you reach the peak, it will be easier for me to help you break out of reincarnation.” “As you command, Commander!” the guards responded, bowing in respect and commitment to his guidance.
Little did they know, Braydon’s words would eventually shape them into a formidable group capable of achieving the 21 transformations of the nirvana realm. But that was a story for the future.
As Braydon left the small world, he realized that a day had already passed in the outside world. The sky was bright, and the geniuses from various competition zones had already made their way to the next round.
The Hundred Stellar Realm Competition had concluded, and the Thousand Stellar Realm Competition was about to begin. After a full day of rest, the eliminated disciples from the major stellar realms weren’t in any hurry to return to their home planets. The Prodigy Tournament was a rare event, occurring only once every hundred thousand years. This year, it was even more special, with many prodigies participating, including those at the god realm. The battles ahead promised to be intense.
No one was willing to leave before the Ten Thousand Stellar Realm Competition ended, especially when the opportunity to witness such a historic event was at hand. Everyone, young or old, knew that this year’s competition would be remembered for millennia. The champion would become a legend, renowned for thousands of years.
The winners of this round would become the new chiefs of the eight lineages. It was clear to everyone that Loki Foreman was destined to inherit the position of Foreman chief. He had been hand-picked by the current chief, and his god realm cultivation alone set him apart from his peers. His position was all but guaranteed.
Two hours later, the eight chiefs assembled.
“After two rounds of competition, you are not only the top geniuses of the major stellar realms, but also the future hope of our human race…” Chadwick Neal began, speaking sternly.
“Enough with the talk.
Let’s get started,” Colton Jansky interrupted, his hands casually in his pockets, speaking with indifference.
His voice wasn’t loud, but everyone at the peak heard him clearly.
Chadwick’s mouth twitched. He recognized the youth’s origins—the reincarnation of the Bright Lord.
Chadwick said firmly, “Let’s skip the small talk.
According to the rules of the Hundred Stellar Realm Competition, each competition zone will advance 10,000 geniuses to the Thousand Stellar Realm Competition.
There will be a total of 1,000,000 participants.
The Thousand Stellar Realm Competition will officially begin now.
I’ll see you at the end of the competition!” These words marked the start of the Thousand Stellar Realm Competition.
There were ten zones in the Thousand Stellar Realm Competition. The Hundred Stellar Realm Competition had a hundred zones.
The Ten Stellar Realm Competition had a thousand zones. The Thousand Stellar Realm Competition served as the semifinals. The Ten Thousand Stellar Realm Competition, also known as the finals, had only one zone left.
Each participant had just one chance. If they were eliminated, they could only blame themselves for not being strong enough. No one got a second chance.
For the human race, one competition with the top few selected was enough. Outstanding geniuses who didn’t make the cut would be evaluated for their potential and recruited into Heaven’s Favorite Mountain.
Heaven’s Favorite Mountain was designed for human geniuses, offering the best resources available. The top few from the competition would receive special resources beyond what outsiders could imagine. These resources were sufficient to pave their way to the peak.
Top-notch figures would act as their teachers, providing instruction day and night. Participants could also choose a peak figure as their mentor.
According to race rules, once a cultivator reached the peak of their realm, they had to become a teacher at Heaven’s Favorite Mountain and take in at least ten students as their personal disciples to pass on their legacy. This was essential for nurturing the next generation and ensuring the prosperity of the race.
For instance, Cabel, Atreus, and Taarank were all nominal teachers at Heaven’s Favorite Mountain. However, they showed little interest in ordinary geniuses. Even those who wished to become their disciples would struggle to pass the rigorous tests they set up.
Some peaks had more than ten thousand followers, treating disciple-taking as a form of enjoyment and occasionally offering guidance. However, very few were truly direct disciples.
Braydon, dressed in a snow-white robe, entered the first zone of the Thousand Stellar Realm Competition. The competition in this zone was always intense. Each zone in the Thousand Stellar Realm Competition was filled with the top geniuses from major stellar realms. With hundreds of stellar realms eliminated, only a few remained!
There were just 10,000 promotion slots available. Out of a million participants, only 100,000 would advance to the Ten Thousand Stellar Realm Competition. The elimination rate was nine out of ten.
Once in the Thousand Stellar Realm Competition, any prodigy who got eliminated would be highly sought after by human factions. As Braydon approached the entrance, a voice called out from behind him.
“Loki, don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’ve become a god.
There are many who can kill gods in this competition!” A green-robed man with an ancient sword on his back walked by and addressed Loki Foreman.
“Enter the competition zone and show your aura,” Loki replied coolly.
“You and I will fight, and I’ll take you down with three blades!”