Chapter 1807 Victory is Hard to Decide
Chapter 1807: Victory is Hard to Decide Chapter 1807: Victory is Hard to Decide Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “Alright!” Battle intent flashed in the green-robed man’s eyes.
“What?” Braydon Neal glanced over and said softly, “Soul imprint, a familiar aura.” “Hmm?” The green-robed man’s eyes narrowed as he suddenly looked at Braydon. His expression shifted, and he seemed to recognize something. He hesitated, then asked tentatively, “You are…” “I remember now!” Braydon continued softly.
“You were the one who created the Sword Manipulation Divine Art, right?” “Who exactly are you!” The green-robed man was stunned and furious to have his biggest secret revealed. Thirty thousand years ago, he had been trapped in reincarnation and lost in it. Thankfully, a terrifying figure had descended, breaking the cycle of reincarnation with a single strike—Heaven’s Finger—piercing through time itself. Billions of beings were awakened and given the chance to reincarnate, and the green-robed man was one of them.
“Thirty thousand years ago,” Braydon said softly, “I stood at the top of the Reincarnation Sea, and billions of creatures worshipped me.
You were among them.” “It’s you!” The green-robed man was both surprised and delighted.
“In the entire universe, you’re the only one who can command the real body of the Bright Lord.
I should have realized it sooner.” With everyone watching, under the gaze of countless competitors and eliminated participants, Tyson Shears knelt and paid his respects to Braydon.
“Tyson Shears greets my lord!” “Back then, I asked if you wanted to join me, but you refused,” Braydon recalled.
Tyson stood up and said respectfully, “I’m just a loose cultivator, used to a carefree life.
Besides, you didn’t need someone like me by your side.
However, you helped me escape the bitter sea of reincarnation.
I, Tyson Shears, will repay this kindness with my life!” In the world of cultivators, failing to repay favors could turn into an obsession, eventually becoming an inner demon.
Moreover, after Tyson awakened the reincarnation imprint, he had investigated many details from that time. He learned about the nature of the terrifying figure who had broken through the reincarnation cycle. Despite this, none of the reincarnation beings betrayed Braydon. They were all aware that Braydon had reincarnated and was still alive, and over the tens of thousands of years, no one had leaked any information. This was because they all owed him a tremendous favor.
In the bitter sea of reincarnation, lost souls had been trapped for hundreds of millions of years, with many more souls being devoured and dissipating into the void. Traversing the terrifying path of reincarnation was no easy feat. Without Braydon’s intervention, they would have remained trapped, their souls dissipating and their existence ceasing. The favor he had done for them was immense.
Braydon stepped through the door with his hands behind his back and entered Zone 1. Tyson’s situation was just the beginning and also a sign. When Braydon had broken the reincarnation cycle, he had freed countless souls. These souls, concentrated in the same time period, had all reincarnated about 30,000 years ago. They weren’t just humans but beings from all races.
At that time, Braydon had disregarded them. After all, how strong could someone be if their soul was lost in the bitter sea of reincarnation? They would still be insignificant in their next life.
As Braydon and his group entered the competition area, the sun blazed in the sky, rising from the east and setting in the west. All the participants were spread out, and Braydon walked alone across the endless grassland. He could already sense many auras within a hundred miles. As they detected his presence, they began to hide.
The Thousand Stellar Realm Competition had just begun, so participants were very cautious. Even Braydon’s spirit body didn’t dare to be too reckless. With over 8,000 spirit body realm contestants in Zone 1 gathered, the numbers were truly staggering.
Except for a few exceptionally talented contestants, almost everyone was at the nirvana realm. At this point, reaching the nirvana realm had become the standard for the Thousand Stellar Realm Competition. Ordinary geniuses at the spirit body realm really didn’t dare to be too arrogant.
Moreover, there were three gods present—definitely not to be trifled with! Loki was particularly bold. As soon as they entered the competition zone, they were already flaunting their aura. In a valley, they loudly demanded, “Where is Tyson Shears?” Loki had a personal grudge before the competition even began. As soon as they arrived, they were ready to act. Their divine aura was pushed to the limit, blazing like the sun in the dark night.
A green-robed man had been in the area for just fifteen minutes when he sensed this fiery god presence. He stepped lightly through the air and commented, “Ordinary gods can be defeated with a single strike.
However, those who serve that lord are at the peak void god realm.
Their combat strength is probably enough to kill a true god!” “I’m afraid I’m doomed in this battle,” Tyson said with a helpless smile. Instead of retreating, he prepared to fight. He could assess his own strength, but he would never back down or regret it. This was a critical struggle, and whether he wanted to fight or not was no longer up to him.
He flew into the canyon against the wind.
“You really dare to come?” Loki hovered in the air, addressing Tyson.
“Why wouldn’t I dare?
If that lord were to make a move, I wouldn’t dare to fight him, no matter how arrogant I might be.
But you, you don’t have that kind of deterrence!” Tyson replied honestly.
Loki nodded.
“You’re a man of courage.
I won’t harm you in this battle because you’re an old friend of Grand Master.
I’ll spare you and let you prepare for another fight in the Ten Thousand Stellar Realm Competition.” “You’re still young.
You look like a teenager!” Tyson said with a sigh, then continued to attack.
A three-foot-long blade appeared in his hand, an ancient sword he had recovered from his previous life.
The race had preserved it for him.
Tyson’s sword was fearsome, radiating a chilling aura that could unsettle one’s very soul. He spoke softly, “This sword is called Azure Darkness.
It once killed three peak demons!” “Peak path artifact!” Loki’s expression grew serious.
Even though Tyson’s cultivation was at the peak of the spirit body realm, the presence of a peak path artifact in his hands meant he could certainly challenge gods. Loki wasn’t about to test his god body against such a weapon—he couldn’t handle it.
Determined not to stop at the Thousand Stellar Realm Competition, Loki made a decisive move. He drew his sword with an aura as fierce as that of a god, and with a powerful swing, unleashed, “Eight Blade Technique, divine sword!” As the divine sword was drawn, Loki’s body was enveloped in golden light, making him appear like an unparalleled god.
“It seems you’re really that master’s direct disciple,” Tyson said with a touch of resignation.
“He actually taught you such a blade technique.
But compared to that master, your Eight Blade Technique seems extremely clumsy!” “Forget it.
Today’s battle isn’t about grudges; it’s only about winning or losing!” “Sword Manipulation Divine Art, Sword Rise!” With that, Tyson drew his sword from its scabbard.
Swoosh!
The world turned cold as the surrounding plants seemed to rise, transforming into invisible swords. Ten thousand swords seemed to pay homage to Tyson. He stood like a sword god.