Chapter 1820 Cry of the Crane Sword
Chapter 1820: Cry of the Crane Sword Chapter 1820: Cry of the Crane Sword Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Who was he?
“Kill me, and you’ll find out,” Braydon Neal said with a faint smile.
“You’ve stormed into my divine palace.
No matter what, I can’t let you leave here alive!” The first supreme elder attacked as he spoke. With a single point, the sky seemed to collapse. The sheer power he wielded was too much for the world to bear. The force of a god monarch made all the gods feel suffocated.
But Braydon simply brandished his sword and charged forward.
His current battle prowess was on par with that of a great fulfillment god monarch, and the first supreme elder was a great fulfillment god monarch—an existence capable of creating a god nation, ascending to the throne and birthing a country of gods.
The two clashed fiercely, neither gaining the upper hand. Their battle continuously destroyed the palaces of the divine palace, shattering heaven and earth.
The bloody struggle lasted for two hours. The first supreme elder’s left shoulder was broken, and though injured, he coldly said, “Since you’ve reached your limit, this battle must end!” “It’s time to finish this,” Braydon replied, his abdomen pierced by a special force that refused to heal.
Both were injured and both wanted to end the fight.
The first supreme elder pressed his palms together and closed his eyes.
“God Imprisonment, remove!” “Great Uncle Master!” The faces of the nine palace masters changed drastically.
The divine palace possessed a technique that could seal one’s body, suppressing it to the extreme. When one broke through the bottleneck, their strength could surge like a flood breaking through a dam. However, when one’s potential was exhausted, this technique became a forbidden one, using the entirety of one’s life’s cultivation as fuel for extreme sublimation—an ultimate battle!
The first supreme elder was about to employ this technique.
The nine palace masters were filled with grief.
“All disciples of the divine palace, leave this place!” the old man said slowly.
“Is it worth it?” Braydon asked, showing no intention of starting another killing spree.
The first supreme elder looked over, his resolve unshaken.
“With my life, I will destroy your clone—that is enough!” “A crippled body, and yet you’ve troubled yourself to do this.
No matter how much I hide, I know you won’t rest until I’m dead,” Braydon said softly, stepping forward. His aura began to rise, not as a mere sublimation, but more like a breakthrough.
The energy gathered within him, pausing for only half a second before breaking through its shackles, suddenly jumping to a higher realm. The Qi pierced through the sky, sweeping over everything.
“This realm is called path returning,” Braydon murmured.
“You were born as gods, known as innate gods.
You can’t comprehend this realm!” “A mortal’s body, like an ant, dares to challenge the might of the gods?
I’ll kill you today!” the first supreme elder retorted, though clearly shocked by the monstrous potential of this white-robed youth.
In the eternal realm, Braydon could slay a god king, perhaps even a god monarch, with a 50% chance of success. Across the universe, which race’s eternal realm could stand toe-to-toe with a god monarch with such odds? In any other world, a single sneeze from a god monarch could wipe out countless eternal cultivators.
At this moment, the very fabric of common sense was unraveling.
The first supreme elder’s aura doubled, his power increasing tenfold. He was burning everything, going all out to kill Braydon. A crippled body forcing a god monarch to the brink—no one would believe it if word spread.
The battle between them erupted once more. With his crippled body, Braydon broke through into the path-returning realm—a brand new state. Thirteen path-returning levels. Braydon’s battle prowess had suddenly surged, not just a hundredfold, but by a thousand times!
Once the 30,000 Dharma Idols entered his body, they no longer separated. Instead, they fused perfectly with him.
It was seen as a return to the path! After the fusion, not a trace remained.
Great fulfillment path-returning realm!
The 30,000 Dharma Idols fused perfectly, leaving no sign of their existence. For ordinary cultivators, this was the stuff of dreams—something they wouldn’t even dare to imagine. But Braydon didn’t care; for him, perfectly fusing 30,000 Dharma Idols was no great feat.
The two clashed.
“You’ve reached the peak of your cultivation,” Braydon said with a faint smile.
“Your combat power may have increased tenfold, but you won’t last a moment.” “I’ve just entered the path-returning realm, and my battle prowess has increased by 1,000 times.
At my peak, killing you wouldn’t be difficult.
But today, I don’t want to take advantage of someone in a vulnerable position!” Braydon’s words cut deep.
After exhausting his potential, the first supreme elder could only push himself to the extreme, burning everything within him to break through the shackles of his current realm and reach the god emperor realm he had always dreamed of. It was tragic—a bleak, ephemeral moment, like a night-blooming flower that fades just as quickly as it appears.
As for the stray dogs, the Divine World of the past had been destroyed by Idris Kalman. All the innate gods living here were now homeless, wandering like lost dogs. Others might not know the truth of these innate gods, but did Braydon not know?
The first supreme elder, enraged, finally struck. But to attack now was to court death!
Braydon held the sword in his left hand and gently pressed the blade with his right index finger.
“The Cry of the Crane,” he said softly.
“It’s a fine sword!” Swoosh!
The blade was drawn, and the world was filled with the sound of the Cry of the Crane. With a single strike, millions of swords appeared in the sky. Braydon’s blade shattered the heavens, and the first supreme elder was knocked to the ground. The millions of blades swept across tens of thousands of miles, and all the elders of the divine palace who had been watching the battle could not escape this calamity. They were all swept away, and their god bodies were severed once again.
Though injured, their god bodies were difficult to destroy.
Braydon’s combat strength was terrifying, but it wasn’t enough to completely annihilate a god’s body. A Divine-Slaying Strike could have done the job, but Braydon didn’t want to use it.
Once he used it, he likely wouldn’t be able to remain in this Divine World. Even Loki Foreman and others would be affected. The people of the Divine World would never allow such an extraordinary being to live.
More than 34,000 elders of the divine palace were killed once again, leaving a psychological shadow behind.
The first supreme elder’s god body had been severed, and just as he was about to recover, Braydon sheathed his blade. His right hand moved as his lips whispered, “There is a way to reverse chaos, to bring order back!” With that, a powerful force surged into the first supreme elder’s body. The energy that had just gathered was immediately dispersed by Braydon, and he fell back to the god king realm.
Everyone fell silent.
The first supreme elder’s face turned pale, golden god blood flowing from his lips. He couldn’t accept it—having just reached the god emperor realm, only to be brought down by Braydon with a single sword strike. What he found even harder to accept was that this white-robed youth had stepped in, severed his will to die, restored order, and saved his life.
He wanted to kill but ended up saving someone!
He couldn’t even deal with the first supreme elder now.
Braydon, holding the sword in his left hand, took another step forward.
“30,000 returning paths entering nirvana!” The path of nirvana depended on one’s cultivation level. Strength was secondary; the primary focus was on the mental cultivation method. The Dharma Idols returned to his body and fused perfectly, leaving no flaws.
If there were any flaws, they would turn into cracks once he entered the nirvana realm. Under the nirvana fire, he would undoubtedly turn to ashes.
Braydon spoke with his eyes closed. In the span of a single breath, he smoothed out all the marks of his Dharma Idols. Each of the 30,000 Dharma Idols fused together, leaving no trace behind.
It was approaching perfection!
Nirvana with a single thought.
Flames appeared on his white clothes, and in an instant, white flames engulfed his entire body.