Chapter 1822 Join If You Can't Beat Him
Chapter 1822: Join If You Can’t Beat Him Chapter 1822: Join If You Can’t Beat Him Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “You mean the new path?” The crippled black dog suddenly stood up and asked.
“Aside from that, what else could it be?” The burly man sneered in disdain.
“Those old fools.
They should take a good look at themselves.
Who are they to covet that guy’s new path?
“The terror of the new path isn’t something any peak lifeform can even dream of.
“Besides, throughout history, how many who have set their sights on what he possesses have ended up well?
“They’re stuck in their current realm.
To transcend, they can only hope for the new path.
They’ve completely forgotten who destroyed their homeland in the Divine World, blinded by greed and ignoring his ruthlessness.” The burly man’s words were filled with helplessness and fear. Was provoking Braydon Neal a blessing or a calamity? Everything was unpredictable.
Braydon, living in the palace, had become a legend. A young man in plain clothes, who with a mortal body in the eternal realm, had killed god kings. To innate gods, those in the path-returning realm were still mortals.
After entering the nirvana realm, he slashed through Leonello Baron with a single sword move.
Leonello burned his life force and almost stepped into the god emperor realm. Yet, he was still suppressed by Braydon.
Though he appeared as a white-robed youth, his battle prowess was extremely terrifying.
Braydon stood at the top of the palace with his hands behind his back. Through the window, he could see the white fog outside and elders passing by with respect in their eyes.
“When are you coming out of seclusion, Grand Master?” Loki Foreman asked.
“Not for a while,” Braydon replied with a sigh.
“The difficulty of the new path is beyond my expectations.” “Master will definitely succeed!” Garvie Nantz said, eyes filled with determination. He believed his teacher would succeed.
Braydon couldn’t help but laugh.
“The three of you have all reached the heavenly god realm.
The human race Prodigy Tournament is no longer useful to you.
I doubt you’ll have any opponents in the Ten Thousand Stellar Realm Competition.
The Immortal Burial Ground is similar to the Divine World.
You should visit it to broaden your horizons.” “Yes, sir!” The four of them responded obediently.
The four of them were proud and arrogant in the outside world, but in front of Braydon, they had no room to act superior.
Braydon closed his eyes and said, “All of you may leave.
This crippled body is still useful.
I need to cultivate.” The four bowed and left. They also lived here but on the first floor of the main hall.
As Bedirhan Leitner left, he smiled bitterly.
“Master is a cripple, yet he’s the strongest Heaven’s Favorite among all the races.
If he succeeds, I can only imagine how powerful he will become.” “Master has gathered the strength of ten thousand generations and achieved what he has today.
It’s not something mere individual strength can compare to,” Garvie added, lying flat on the ground.
Even though he had inherited Braydon’s legacy, he never thought he’d be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with his teacher. The path fruit he cultivated in this life was only comparable to one of his teacher’s ten thousand lifetimes. The more he understood Braydon, the more he realized how terrifying he was.
Braydon sat cross-legged in the palace, entering the second level of nirvana. Even with a crippled body, he could still cultivate. And so what if he had no soul? There was a path in the universe meant for him—a supreme great path leading to the peak.
The four chose not to seclude themselves for cultivation. They had just entered the heavenly god realm and joined the divine palace for its special resources.
Ebbe Cortsen was stationed at the entrance of the palace, acting like a gatekeeper. A dignified elder of the divine palace had been reduced to guarding the door.
In the main hall, Ebbe explained gently, “In the divine palace, there are clear divisions for all kinds of geniuses.
Elixirs, talismans, weapons, and other resources are classified across the 72 main peaks, which are under the jurisdiction of the nine palaces.
There are common divisions for young geniuses: outer sect servants, outer sect disciples, inner sect disciples of various peaks, personal disciples of elders, direct disciples of the nine palaces, and special disciples of the supreme.” “So, you mean the divisions are: servant, outer sect disciple, inner sect disciple, direct disciple, and special disciple?” Loki inquired.
Ebbe nodded.
“Yes, that’s how it’s usually divided.
It reflects one’s status.
However, regardless of their status, all disciples can enter the ninety-nine-story god tower and the god spirit sea once a month.” “Has anyone ever cleared all ninety-nine levels of the god tower?” Loki asked, feeling a bit discouraged.
They had seen the god tower before, having entered the nine-story god tower in the Ancient Divine Realm forbidden zone. Each level would manifest an opponent a small realm higher than them, and by the end, they faced an opponent nine minor realms above them. They had all passed this test and could leave the Ancient Divine Realm forbidden zone.
Now, they were faced with a ninety-nine-story god tower in the divine palace. Ninety-nine small realms higher? Who could possibly break through?
Loki was feeling somewhat down.
“These places are designed to challenge and motivate young geniuses, reminding them that the god path is endless and they should never be complacent,” Ebbe explained kindly.
“An insurmountable god tower and an endless god spirit sea.
Sounds interesting,” Bedirhan said with interest.
“Shall we give it a try?” “Since we have some free time, let’s go take a look!” Bedirhan and the others were eager to test their limits and see how many levels they could clear in the so-called Heaven Ascension Tower.
The four of them left with Ebbe leading the way.
In the eastern region of the divine palace stood the towering golden god tower, reaching 9,900 meters in height, with each floor being a hundred meters tall. Each level had its own entrance, guarded by an elder to keep things in order. Every day, no fewer than ten thousand people came to challenge the Heaven Ascension Tower.
The divine palace, being the top faction in the Divine World, had a solid foundation and a history rich in geniuses. Ebbe arrived at the tenth level.
“Senior Brother Ebbe!” A middle-aged man in red robes stood up and greeted him with a respectful gesture.
“Let the four of them enter.
They previously cleared the nine-level god tower in the outside world, so this time, we’ll start them at the tenth level.
It will save them some effort.” Ebbe spoke, though it was against the rules. He felt it was worth making an exception for this situation. It wasn’t a big deal in the grand scheme of things.
The young people around looked on with interest. Starting from the tenth level of the god tower was a clear indication of exceptional talent. Those who could do this were typically direct or special disciples.
“Are they that person’s disciples?” The red-robed elder asked in surprise.
“Yes,” Ebbe confirmed briefly.
The elders of the divine palace knew the significance of that person. Three years ago, he had single-handedly taken down the entire divine palace. The first supreme elder had been nearly killed, the nine palace masters had knelt, and the 34,000 elders had their path hearts shattered. Such a powerful figure was unforgettable.
His disciples challenging the god tower was an event no one would dare hinder. With such a powerful lineage, who could predict what future achievements this person might reach after joining the divine palace? A mortal body had slain a god emperor, and the pride of innate gods had been defeated by him alone.
“Alright, then let’s allow these four into the tower!” The red-robed elder nodded in agreement.