Chapter 1812 Everyone Has Their Own Advancement
Chapter 1812: Everyone Has Their Own Advancement Chapter 1812: Everyone Has Their Own Advancement Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In the top ten competition zones, geniuses vied for supremacy. Fortunately, Braydon Neal took Loki Foreman and the others away. The disappearance of three gods effectively restored balance in the competition zones.
As for Luke Yates, he didn’t influence the balance. He was playful and indifferent to the competition among his peers. Meanwhile, the rivalry between the various spirit body prodigies grew increasingly fierce. The ruthless individuals from the Northern Army began to showcase their talents in the Thousand Stellar Realm Competition. His cultivation speed surpassed anyone else of his age. Moreover, they each possessed their own cultivation techniques and secret arts, giving them extraordinary combat strength!
In the divine world, a storm was brewing as well. The top figures were searching for geniuses who had attracted the blessings of the cosmos heavenly path, eager to seize this opportunity. In other words, they aimed to take Braydon’s path platform. The path platform heavenly mark carried the intent of transcendence. Those at the peak of their realm needed this opportunity more urgently than anyone else. A trace of the heavenly mark could provide enlightenment and lay the foundation for transcendence.
Braydon sealed off his six senses, shutting out the disturbances of the outside world. Sitting cross-legged, his consciousness had already entered the path platform. Dust began to settle on his body, gradually forming a thick layer that turned into a stone robe, eventually transforming him into a statue.
Ten years later, Braydon’s fingers moved slightly, as if he had grasped something profound. After another fifty years, the skin on his left arm began to twitch as a special energy circulated within him. This state persisted for three hundred years!
Three hundred years! To mortals, that was an eternity. But for cultivators, a single session of seclusion by an eternal cultivator could last several centuries, let alone for gods and other cultivators. Braydon spent 360 years and only managed to comprehend a sliver of an opportunity.
When the opportunity finally appeared, the stone clothes on his body shattered, turning his garments into ashes. He was left completely naked!
Braydon had yet to awaken. His body was peeling away. Skin separated from flesh, flesh from bones, and body from blood.
This ruthless man, Braydon, was tearing himself apart while still alive!
Splitting his body—how excruciating it must have been. Yet, Braydon endured it all. This physical agony was nothing compared to the pain of being unable to cultivate.
Deep within him, a ball of primordial chaos essence began to emerge. Braydon carefully encased it with the origin energy of his primordial chaos body, floating in the air. Nearby, a gray platform held two items: a small world core and a golden seed of divine power.
Gradually, the ancient soul appeared, standing behind Braydon with his eyes slightly open. When he saw that Braydon’s body had been torn apart, the corners of his mouth twitched in discomfort. Even the ancient soul, who had experienced eternal life, was unsettled by Braydon’s actions.
What kind of bizarre cultivation method was this? He had torn himself apart! And yet, Braydon continued to alter his method. On the path of body refinement, he ventured further and further, as if enacting his journey. His body was split to the extreme!
Braydon left only his head intact. He opened his eyes and looked at the ancient soul.
“I’ll borrow your power to refine my body.
Is that okay?” “Yes!” the ancient soul replied, his voice cold as ice. He pointed downward, and with each generation, every method revealed its strength. Overbearing divine power, colorless and formless immortal power, the supreme power of spiritual origin, evil demonic origin power—ten thousand paths appeared.
What kind of power would he use to temper his body? This was the dilemma Braydon faced. The power of ten thousand paths was controlled solely by the ancient soul. The foundation of ten thousand lives likely rested with the ancient soul!
“Use the power of the cosmos as the root to temper my body!” Braydon declared solemnly.
The ancient soul waved his hand, reaching into the void.
In the depths of the universe, a girl lay sleeping. It was Heather Sage’s true form, hidden away here. The ancient soul didn’t disturb her; instead, he sent a wisp of origin power to his palm and gazed at the floating body. Braydon’s body had been completely torn apart.
“I’ll temper my skin with origin power,” Braydon said again.
“Then, I’ll temper my flesh and bones, and finally refine my blood.” The ancient soul began to act. The power of the cosmos origin was terrifying—so intense that even a peak lifeform would struggle to endure it. The ancient soul carefully controlled a thread of this power to nourish Braydon’s outer skin.
Time flew by in the blink of an eye. Braydon had created a new method for body refinement and spent 360 years summoning the third heavenly mark. By borrowing the power of the heavenly marks, he devised this new technique. While his consciousness was immersed in the path platform, comprehending his technique, the ancient soul used the cosmos origin power to nourish his body.
Meanwhile, in the divine world, Garvie Nantz, the youngest, had spent 300 years entering the god realm. Loki, Bedirhan Leitner, and Femi Kabbah were breaking through their shackles to reach the true god realm. It seemed easy, but in reality, breaking through was no simple task.
The three of them each took 500 years to succeed. Loki required 480 years, Bedirhan 500 years, and Femi 545 years. At last, each of them became a true god, fulfilling their promise to achieve this before the Thousand Stellar Realm Competition ended.
In the distance, a white-robed figure emerged from a mysterious place—formless and colorless, without flesh or blood, indicating he lacked a physical body. He crossed thirty thousand miles, hands clasped behind his back, and arrived at a wooden house in the forest. Softly, he asked, “Is Loki there?” “Grand Master!” Loki exclaimed, stepping out of the wooden house. He was stunned when he saw Braydon’s current state and asked in surprise, “Grand Master, your physical body…” “My body is being tempered as I create a new path,” Braydon replied.
“When I sensed that both of you had made breakthroughs, a strand of my consciousness came to ask if you wanted to leave.” Braydon was aware that he hadn’t been in the divine world for long. Without him, the four wouldn’t be able to leave this place.
“We’ll leave whenever Grand Master leaves,” Loki said respectfully.
“After all, the competition zones in the outside world are no longer useful to us.” The divine world was of much greater value to them.
“I might remain in seclusion here for a longer time,” Braydon said with a slight nod.
“Then let’s go out after surpassing the true god realm!” Loki declared, full of ambition. The appearance of a god in the human prodigy competition was already a historic event, but none of them were satisfied. Their ambitions extended beyond the realm of gods—they all sought to step into a higher realm.
Braydon stated, “I’ll be in seclusion for at least three thousand years, and at most ten thousand years.
No matter what I gain, I’ll emerge after that time.
When I do, you’ll leave with me.” “Yes, sir!” Loki was shocked. He knew Braydon well; this time, Braydon would be in seclusion for thousands, possibly ten thousand years. What kind of new technique was he creating?
Seeing through his thoughts, Braydon smiled.
“A new body-refining technique.
It’s comparable to the Dharma Nation Technique.” “What?” Loki raised his head in shock. A technique comparable to the cultivation methods of the Dharma Nation—if Braydon created it, there was no doubt that inheriting his legacy would be extraordinarily challenging for any outsider.
After they exchanged a few brief words, Braydon’s consciousness lingered. His original body had comprehended something, and he had emerged to verify it.
Near Loki’s residence, Braydon stood on the ground with his hands behind his back, surrounded by a forest full of vitality. He took a step forward, and with just a thought, the forest withered. The essence of plants and vegetation floated into the air, with some of the green essence resembling water droplets, each containing a trace of divine power. Some of them went into bullfighting.