Chapter 1851 Perfect Body
Chapter 1851: Perfect Body Chapter 1851: Perfect Body Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “Get lost!” The stubble-bearded young man put down the wine bottle and spat out the words. As soon as he spoke, the black spear emitted a faint killing intent. The aura spread around them, and fear gripped the hearts of all the peak experts present. That was the sharpness of an eon artifact! This man wielded an eon artifact!
The old fox retreated in terror.
“Still thinking of leaving?” The deer-horned old man was displeased. Eight of his race’s peak experts were trapped in human territory. If they couldn’t break through to rescue them, those experts would likely be killed and enter the cycle of reincarnation.
“Let’s go!” an old man hidden among the crowd said coldly.
“Leave quickly!
Don’t provoke him!” “Who is he?” someone asked.
The one urging them to leave was actually a one-legged bird, an ancient beast almost as powerful as the beings of the saint race. He responded coldly, “Twenty million years ago, two monstrous geniuses were born in the human race.
Each claimed a path and shocked the world.
He was the strongest of them.
He wielded a long spear, and in time, every spear-wielder was slain by him!” Northern Cosmos Spear, Sigvard Sabol!
In the vast starry sky, half the territory was filled with his legend—one man and one spear, sweeping across half the universe. After reaching his peak, he vanished without a trace. Rumor had it that he had transcended! Transcending meant leaving the local universe and venturing beyond.
No one knew he had returned. Yet here he was. The Northern Cosmos Spear in his hand had become an eon artifact. He was far more terrifying than the old Daoist and the green bull. If they didn’t leave now, their lives would likely be forfeited here.
At that moment, an ancient voice echoed.
“It’s just a broken body.
Even if you’ve reached the transcendent realm, how long can you hold me off if you attack now?” A figure with dragon horns and pitch-black skin appeared.
“Ancestor!” His appearance made the 100 old monsters bow and cup their hands. The ancestors of the demon race were still alive!
They were all just a step away from transcending. Back then, these same individuals had schemed against Braydon Neal’s new path, planning to seize it and transcend themselves.
“You…” Sigvard, the bearded youth under the path-comprehension tree, raised his eyelids slightly.
His tone was calm.
“Half a body.
It’s not hard to kill you.” “Is that so?” The dragon-horned old man stepped forward, and a shadow of his true form appeared behind him—a demon dragon!
Not just any demon race member, but from the innate demon race. Innate lifeforms that didn’t join the innate race; instead, this one became one of the demon ancestors. Among the demon race, those who had comprehended the peak of transcendence held the same status as an ancestor and were also called ancestors.
At this moment, the demon dragon attacked, wielding the sun and moon in his palm, his power incredibly refined. His entire being surged with the cosmos origin power.
Peak mastery of cosmos origin power—this was the threshold!
Sigvard gripped his spear and moved instantly, appearing right in front of the demon dragon. He thrust his spear forward! There was no sound, no waves!
The demon dragon’s eyes dulled as he felt an overwhelming, majestic power engulf his entire being. In his eyes, this spear was like the origin of the starry sky itself, intent on destroying him.
“Impossible!” the demon dragon roared.
“You’ve been severely injured, your cultivation level has dropped, and you’re just a broken body.
How can you kill me?” The only response was the spear tip.
The black spear shot forward, piercing his forehead and destroying his body. The black demon dragon, massive enough to cover the stars, roared and struggled, but realized it was all in vain. His voice grew weaker until his aura completely dissipated. Even his soul couldn’t escape.
The Northern Cosmos Spear was an eon artifact; once nailed down, even the soul couldn’t flee.
Sigvard, now weary, sat back under the path-comprehension tree, closed his eyes, and rested, wine bottle in hand, as if nothing had happened.
He guarded this place alone. Although a group of peak demons had passed, there were still those who blocked their way.
The first battle between humans and demons had fully erupted.
The third body witnessed everything firsthand. It closed its eyes and relayed everything it had seen to the main body.
In the world of gods, Braydon, who was in seclusion, was studying a new technique. He had reached a critical final moment. A ripple spread out.
“The war between the two races has begun.
I will come out of seclusion in 1,000 years!” he transmitted.
All the corpses had been collected. At this moment, another crippled body arrived in the divine palace of the divine realm—Braydon’s fourth crippled body! This body had been born not long ago, with Braydon’s path fruit condensed on it.
He was just a hair’s breadth away from becoming a perfect body, yet that slight difference reduced him to a cripple.
The fourth crippled body stepped into the divine palace. The elders and disciples passing by all bowed and saluted.
“How many Dharma Idols can your body hold?” the second crippled body, standing atop the Northern Palace, asked directly.
“Ninety thousand bodies,” the fourth crippled body replied quietly, with his hands behind his back.
“Just one step away?” The first crippled body couldn’t help but be shocked.
It was known that he could only carry 30,000 crippled bodies. The third and second bodies could hold 70,000 and 50,000 Dharma Idols, respectively—each incredibly powerful. He hadn’t expected the fourth to be even more terrifying, just one step away from perfection!
“Grand Master!” Loki Foreman bowed.
“The war between the two races has begun.
You have less than a thousand years left,” the fourth crippled body stated with precision.
Once the 1,000-year deadline passed, if the main body broke through, the sons of the Northern Army would have to leave the divine realm with him. When that time came, the outside world’s situation could be foreseen: humans and demons at war. None of the races in the universe would be safe! The war between these two super races would undoubtedly shape the entire universe’s history.
The fourth crippled body didn’t linger. He said calmly, “Third Brother is already injured in the outside world.
I’ll go out and help him.
When the time comes, you can follow me and leave this place.” The two crippled bodies were aware of the third body’s injuries and the situation in the outside world. If the fourth crippled body went out, it would certainly relieve some of the pressure on the third.
The situation in the outside world continued to change. While Braydon’s original body was in seclusion, he cut off all connections with the outside world, even severing ties with the ten thousand banished immortals and his crippled bodies. At this crucial moment in his seclusion, he could not afford any distractions.
Meanwhile, the Ten Thousand Stellar Realm Competition proceeded as usual.
In the northern region of the human race, atop Mount Frost, the third body withdrew his aura and sat in the pavilion at the mountain peak, closing his eyes to rest and heal his injuries. A deep wound on his left shoulder, so severe that the bone was visible, continued to ooze foul-smelling blood. A sharp killing intent was entrenched within, preventing the wound from healing—thanks to that golden mythical lion-dragon.
The fourth crippled body emerged from the divine realm and arrived at the scene. Approaching from a distance, he watched as the third crippled body closed his eyes to heal. With a slight shake of his head, he landed a palm on the third body’s back.
Boom!
A terrifying power surged from his palm into the third crippled body. The wound on the third body’s shoulder morphed into a sword and slashed forward, creating a 10,000-mile gully that affected some demon creatures, causing them to dissipate. The remaining power was expelled, and golden blood flowed from the wound as the damaged body began to heal at a visibly rapid pace.
The third body opened his eyes, a trace of regret flashing within them, as if pitying the fourth body for being just one step away from achieving a perfect form. He said softly, “If you had a perfect body, you could probably defeat a transcendent!”