Chapter 1857 Prosperity
Chapter 1857: Prosperity Chapter 1857: Prosperity Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation After hearing Braydon Neal’s words, all the peak human experts wore solemn expressions.
They didn’t realize that what seemed like a prediction from Braydon was actually an order. The next large-scale conflict between the two races would take place in the Immortal Burial Ground.
The Immortal Burial Ground was where Braydon’s body was interred, along with Lukyan Flerov’s remains.
Chadwick Neal hesitated briefly before arriving at Planet 003. He stood at the entrance of the courtyard and bowed.
“Chadwick Neal is here to pay a visit to the ancestor!” “Come in!” Braydon’s voice called out.
Chadwick entered and bowed deeply.
“The various factions in the race already support Trevon.
Now that he has been taken away, the race is left without a guardian!” “Heather instructed Trevon to avoid me in this life.
Even I can’t change that.” Braydon directly told Chadwick that Trevon would not be returning. Braydon had to respect Heather Sage’s decision. While Braydon was the father, Heather was the mother, and family matters weren’t solely in his hands.
“From today onwards, Luther will be in charge of the race and the overall situation,” Braydon announced.
“Yes, sir!” Chadwick acknowledged. He knew Luther Carden’s identity—the first-generation Ancestor Luther. With him overseeing the race, no one would question his authority.
The Northern Army son’s began to arrive at the courtyard.
“Chief Neal is here too!” Colton Jansky noticed and greeted him.
“Bright Lord!” Chadwick stood and cupped his hands slightly.
Lazlo Abbott glanced over and frowned.
“If there’s nothing else, please make yourself comfortable, Chief Neal.” “Then I won’t disturb you any longer!” Chadwick said, recognizing that it was time for him to leave.
After he departed, Frediano Jadanza remarked, “The Ten Thousand Stellar Realm Competition is coming to an end.
Soon it will be the Myriad Race Prodigy Tournament, and we will definitely become targets.” “If they dare to provoke you, kill them!” Braydon responded firmly.
Colton, with his hands in his pockets, exuded disdain. However, everyone knew that the so-called geniuses from various races were not the real threat. The true danger came from those ancient beings of the myriad races—a peak who had comprehended the meaning of transcendence. All the races were aware of the threat posed by Braydon and his associates. They knew that if given the chance, they would stop at nothing to destroy the path fruit of the Northern Army sons.
The people of the Northern Army were formidable, representing the culmination of human heritage. No one would dare let them succeed.
Braydon sat in the pavilion, admiring the blooming lotus flowers in the pond. He spoke softly, “The Immortal Burial Ground is open.
When the time is right, I will reveal the true entrance.
At that point, all the peaks of the ten thousand races will be able to enter!” “Ready to make a big move?” Tobey Lapras’s eyes lit up.
Braydon merely smiled and remained silent. The Immortal Burial Ground held great terror within. The body of Idris Kalman was guarded there. If he removed his body, everything in the Immortal Burial Ground would face that immense terror. Braydon planned to use this as a means to strike.
They were waiting for the Myriad Race Prodigy Tournament to begin. The Northern Army sons often accompanied him, and before they knew it, half a year had passed.
The human race’s Prodigy Tournament had finally concluded. The geniuses who gathered from across the myriad domains were now ranked. The Prodigy Tournament ranking was announced on the same day as the competition’s end.
First place went to Loki Foreman, who topped the rankings. Second place was Bedirhan Leitner, whose cultivation and strength were on par with Loki, though they didn’t need to compete fiercely. It was just a ranking.
Third place was Femi Kabbah, and fourth place went to Garvie Nantz.
The top 10,000 on the rankings were all human prodigies. This year’s human race Prodigy Tournament saw the birth of over a thousand gods, with the rest being spirit bodies. The most formidable contenders were Loki and the other three, all of whom had reached the ancient god realm.
Their combat strength was enough to defeat a god supreme realm expert, leaving everyone stunned. Strangely, none of the Northern Army sons made the list. This was because Braydon had instructed that the opportunity should be given to the younger generation, so the Northern Army people were intentionally left off the list. Who would dare disobey the commander’s orders?
In the courtyard, Loki and others arrived with a special youth—Maxton Acton. Many from the Northern Palace in the divine realm were also brought out to be incorporated into the Northern Army as the next generation’s seeds.
“Get ready.
We’ll head to the Immortal Burial Ground tomorrow,” Braydon instructed.
“Understood!” They were all very obedient.
Whatever Braydon ordered, they followed.
Meanwhile, the sons of the Northern Army had completed their preparations.
“The Northern Army has been assembled.
The eight million soldiers will go together,” Luther Carden reported softly.
“Yuri, summon your true body,” Braydon suddenly said. Summoning his true body was a significant matter, and Braydon would explain it to Heather later. However, when the eight million Northern Army disciples set out, they needed strong protection. Otherwise, a peak demon could easily decimate them.
It was better to prevent trouble before it arose—a habit Braydon had developed over the years.
Yuri Qualls nodded and quickly went to summon his true body, Lord McAvoy—the ruthless figure once known as the Soul Severing Sword.
The demons who had been defeated were in turmoil. One of the five lords descending was already enough.
In the ancient palace at the heart of the demon race’s territory, the white-bearded fox clenched his fists.
“The selection of human geniuses is complete.
A thousand gods have been born.
There’s a 50% chance they will reach the peak in the future!
“The human race is once again flourishing!” A black tiger-headed man with a vicious look in his eyes added, “This is definitely bad news for the demons.” The white-bearded fox said coldly, “None of the Northern Army sons are on the list.
Information about them is classified as top secret by the human race.
Our soul slaves have no information on them whatsoever.” A sigh echoed in the ancient hall.
All the demons were stunned and then furious. Before they could react, an old man in a gray robe slowly entered the hall. He had black goat horns on his head and a three-inch snow-white beard, exuding an aura of ancient age. No one dared to underestimate his presence. This was a true ancestor-level being.
He wasn’t just respected as an ancestor because he understood the meaning of transcendence. This old figure was the ancestor of a race, born in ancient times, and had lived for countless billions of years.
The white-bearded fox bowed respectfully.
“He has cultivated for thousands of years, and every enemy he has faced has turned to bones.
No one can stop him.
Such a monster doesn’t belong to this universe.
You can’t kill him, especially not the younger generation,” the goat ancestor said, advising the demons to abandon their plans to kill Braydon in the Immortal Burial Ground.
The black tiger-headed man was reluctant to give up.
“Goat Ancestor, are we just going to let him grow like this?
Once he succeeds, he will seek revenge on us demons and make us wait for our doom?” “Do you know who destroyed the Ancient Immortal Realm?” the goat ancestor asked.