NOVGO.NET Chapter 1438: Success in Rebelling
Chapter 1438: Success in Rebelling
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The primordial chaos banished immortal thrust his arm skyward, bellowing, “Spirit Summoning Art! Second call: Moon, as bright as a plate! Third call: Great scorching sun!”
His wild roar echoed, commanding the attention of the heavens.
The dread of the Spirit Summoning Art, when invoked by a holy master-level primordial chaos banished immortal, was truly fearsome!
Even more terrifying was the primordial chaos banished immortal’s mastery over 1,008 stars.
At the holy master realm, his prowess soared, each star doubling his might.
With 1,008 stars at his command, his strength multiplied a thousandfold.
Raising a massive shield with one arm, he confronted the thunderbolt with the demeanor of a celestial war god, his flowing hair resembling a star-studded sky—a stance of invincibility, a spirit that surged through all obstacles, reminiscent of the youthful and audacious Braydon Neal!
Yet, even more astonishingly, a radiant moon quietly emerged in the starry expanse, accompanied by a blazing sun.
Their combined radiance symbolized the convergence of the sun and moon’s extreme powers.
The primordial chaos banished immortal sought to harness this power, declaring, “Chaos transforms yin and yang. I am chaos. I will subdue yin and yang!”
With his proclamation, the moon released a beam of light, descending upon the primordial chaos banished immortal’s head, while the blazing sun emitted a pillar of light, tens of thousands of times more potent than extreme power.
The primordial chaos banished immortal, grappling with the dual extreme powers upon his shoulders, declared, “Someone has delved into the Yin-Yang Saint Technique. Tonight, I shall forge a forbidden technique that rebels against saint techniques!”
“Chaos engulfs yin and yang, transforming into primordial chaos!” he proclaimed.
Instantly, the primordial chaos banished immortal manipulated the opposing forces of yin and yang, defying convention to merge them into the Taiji Diagram.
The clash of extreme yin and extreme yang energies gave birth to a Taiji Diagram, expanding from a hundred to a thousand, and even ten thousand miles in diameter.
Meanwhile, the two light pillars—moon and sun—each ten miles in diameter, brimmed with power.
Within the Taiji Diagram’s core, a wispy primordial chaos Qi emerged, as thick as an adult’s arm, equivalent to a thousand strands of primordial chaos Qi.
As the first wisp materialized, another followed suit.
The primordial chaos banished immortal grappled with the 53rd thunder tribulation—a perilous ordeal threatening to obliterate even a peak holy master.
The thunderbolt descended upon the starlight shield with a deafening crack, causing a fracture to appear.
Undeterred, the primordial chaos banished immortal maintained his steely gaze, holding the shield steadfastly.
The standoff endured, the shield finally shattering under the relentless assault.
Yet, as the thunderbolt’s power waned, only one strike remained—the last bolt of thunder.
In a fleeting moment, it descended, illuminating the entire frost world with its brilliance.
The primordial chaos banished immortal found himself empty-handed, yet beneath his feet lay his trump card—the Yin-Yang Diagram!
Stretching tens of thousands of miles, it accompanied him to face the final thunder tribulation.
As the thunderbolt descended, the primordial chaos banished immortal thrust out his left fist, conjuring a gray light that retaliated against the celestial onslaught.
The Taiji Diagram rotated slowly, while strands of primordial chaos Qi—up to ten thousand wisps—swirled around him before surging into his being.
The destructive aura of the heavenly path thunder tribulation met its match in the primordial chaos banished immortal’s formidable presence.
The two forces vied for supremacy, their struggle akin to a fierce competition.
It was then that Braydon entered the fray, witnessing the climax of the tribulation.
The primordial chaos banished immortal, fighting with all his might, absorbed wisps of primordial chaos Qi from the Yin-Yang Diagram, nurturing the seed of life within him.
Empowered by this influx, he surged forward, overpowering the heavenly might with his fist alone.
With a forceful blow, he shattered the final thunderbolt, transcending the tribulation effortlessly.
His very presence exuded a formidable pressure, dominating everything in its wake.
Stepping forth, he approached Braydon.
Braydon uttered, “This world no longer serves as your training ground.”
He was aware of the primordial chaos banished immortal’s unparalleled combat prowess post-tribulation
“You may now enter the holy master-level palace and explore freely,” Beckham Jovel declared.
The Hall of Souls boasted small worlds tailored to suit every level of cultivation.
“If I venture to another world, should you face peril, breaking through the world barrier to aid you may prove challenging,” the primordial chaos banished immortal remarked with a furrowed brow.
“Nothing within the saint realm poses a threat to me,” Braydon asserted, reflecting on his recent brush with danger during the heavenly tribulation—a trial capable of felling even holy masters.
Aside from such tribulations, however, danger was scarce.
After a moment’s hesitation, the primordial chaos banished immortal swiftly departed the frost world.
Indeed, this realm held little significance for him; as a primordial chaos banished immortal, he could effortlessly traverse its entirety.
With his departure, Beckham hesitantly addressed Braydon, “Your Highness, Lords Bilal Yarbro and Lauritz Hagan wish to speak with you. What are your thoughts?”
“Paths diverge, plans vary,” Braydon replied before swiftly departing.
There was little else to discuss, especially considering Lauritz and the others’ opposition to his chosen path.
Having reached the divine realm, formed a primordial chaos divine pill, and comprehended the primordial chaos chains of order, Braydon had trodden a path akin to that of the primordial chaos banished immortal, who had long led the way.
Braydon felt as though he had absorbed the primordial chaos banished immortal’s insights firsthand, likely eliminating any potential bottlenecks in his cultivation of the primordial chaos path.
With the banished immortals an integral part of him, and one already attaining the holy master realm, Braydon stood at the forefront of his journey.
Braydon’s path forward was clear: cultivate the divine pill and the chains of order.
His original body focused on the primordial chaos path, while the other banished immortals pursued their respective paths.
In the vast expanse of the frost world, life seemed scarce, save for the presence of the frost bears.
Certain regions even nurtured unique flora, such as the 10,000-year-old Ice Snow Grass imbued with the essence of the ice path—its primeval great path runes offering remarkable benefits to practitioners of that path.
Though Braydon’s cultivation veered toward the primordial chaos path rather than frost, he pressed on undeterred.
In the distant snowy peaks, a multitude of frost bears, led by an eminent saint among them, roamed freely.
Typically, the first level of the Hall of Souls teemed with beings of the saint realm.
However, here, a handful of eminent saint frost bears served as a stark reminder of the world’s dangers.
Over 20,000 bears, overseen by an eminent saint leader, deterred most ordinary cultivators from approaching.
Yet, Braydon defied convention, opting to confront the frost bears head-on.
As he neared, the bears sensed his presence, unleashing furious roars and pounding the ground to alert their kin.
The heavy snowfall set the scene as Braydon made his bold entrance, his intent clear: only slaughter awaited.
His aim?
The frost bears’ corpses and the coveted ice path within.
With a surge of power, Braydon unleashed his aura, materializing a sword in his left hand—a weapon crafted from primordial chaos true essence, resembling the famed Northern King Sword.
As the sword emerged, the surrounding space buckled under its weight, collapsing into a void.
The frost bear responded with a thunderous roar, unleashing a frigid blast that enveloped everything in its icy grasp.
Yet, Braydon remained unfazed.
How could frost hope to subdue chaos itself?
With a decisive swing, Braydon’s primordial chaos sword cleaved through the air, leaving destruction in its wake.