NOVGO.NET Chapter 1554: Extraditing the Strong
Chapter 1554: Extraditing the Strong
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Unfortunately, he could not go back.
The past was like a torrential rain, falling non stop.
The past was the past.
Braydon Neal sat cross-legged to cultivate.
A domain appeared beneath him, spanning 90,000 miles.
It was a bottleneck just as it manifested.
Sitting on the throne, Braydon was forcefully pushed into a state of enlightenment, breaking through the bottleneck.
It felt as if a force was propelling his cultivation forward.
Moments later, the primordial chaos domain expanded to a hundred thousand miles in diameter, reaching its limit.
Braydon opened his eyes and shouted, “Condense!”
The domain began to contract as he aimed to cultivate the palm domain.
“It’s the same path as before, the palm domain,” the Bright Lord said, bored.
With a raise of his hand, a terrifying suppressive force enveloped Braydon, assisting in his cultivation.
The 100,000-mile-wide domain was instantly compressed to a diameter of 10,000 miles.
In the next second:
A hundred miles in diameter!
A mile in diameter!
A hundred meters in diameter!
…
Braydon completed the cultivation of the palm domain in just two hours, thanks to the Bright Lord’s help.
With the protection and guidance of an expert, his cultivation speed was indeed terrifying.
After finishing his cultivation, Braydon felt an unprecedented level of perfection.
His foundation was strong, and the feeling of power filled his entire body.
“After breaking through the eminent saint realm, you reach the holy master realm: turning the domain into a core,” the Bright Lord said.
“A nucleus is ten thousand years of life!” the Bright Lord sighed, recalling the past.
“What does that mean?” Braydon asked.
“Entering the holy master realm, turning the domain into the core—the core of the world—allows one to live for 10,000 years!” the Bright Lord explained it as if it were an unremarkable small realm.
But for Braydon, it was a significant bottleneck.
Advancing from the eminent saint realm to the holy master realm meant the ability to roam freely and achieve longevity.
Moreover, once Braydon returned to the Spirit Sea, he would no longer fear Demon Saint Island.
The Bright Lord sat on the steps, scratching his feet and yawning.
“There’s no need to rush to break through. Once the path platform saint pill has been completed and the amplification of combat strength has reached a million times, that would be the best time to enter the holy master realm.”
“A million times more powerful?” Braydon was shocked.
The idea of a million times amplification in battle ability seemed unbelievable, even coming from someone like the Bright Lord.
One dared to bluff, the other did not dare to believe.
A battle strength amplification of a million times wasn’t something to take lightly.
Up until now, Braydon’s own battle strength had only been amplified by 150,000 times.
“A million times amplification in battle power. Do you think I’m joking?” the Bright Lord asked softly.
“What do you think?” Braydon replied, showing his complete lack of trust in the Bright Lord.
The Bright Lord continued in a soft tone, “There are thousands of races in the universe, each with various physiques. The bloodlines of the strong are born with innate terror. Their combat strength can be amplified by up to 10,000 times!
“Do you think these beings are born at their peak?
“No! They are born extraordinary, and they become even more stunning as they grow,” the Bright Lord explained further.
“We once encountered a truly terrifying super creature, a direct descendant of the most powerful being in the universe. While still in its mother’s arms, its father used all sorts of rare treasures to build its connate path foundation!
“After birth, it attracted eighty nine tribulations. Its battle prowess could be amplified by a million times!
“Later, it rose to power, eliminating anyone who dared to stand in its way. You’ll learn about this individual’s exploits once you venture out into the world!”
…
The Bright Lord’s tone remained light, devoid of any humor.
Braydon was taken aback; he had never imagined such a formidable figure could exist in the universe.
His limited exposure to the cosmos had kept him unaware of the true extent of supreme geniuses.
“He was born extraordinary. Shouldn’t he be the most terrifying existence in the universe now?” Braydon asked.
“He’s dead,” the Bright Lord replied, scratching his feet and flashing a wicked smile.
“Dead? How did he die?” Braydon asked, shocked by the revelation.
“Nonsense, of course he was killed. I’m sorry to say, but I was the one who killed him,” the Bright Lord declared proudly, recounting his battle achievements.
Braydon’s eyes betrayed his disbelief, though he began to grasp that this was a rivalry among peers, and the Bright Lord had emerged victorious.
Braydon chose to trust him in this matter.
While the Bright Lord might be unreliable on many counts, lying about such a significant achievement wasn’t something the Bright Lord would risk.
It would easily be exposed, especially for someone listed in the human race Hall of Fame.
The five lords, once revered as pillars of humanity, were known for their formidable and ruthless nature.
The Bright Lord, as their leader, had left a legacy of achievements that none of his peers could forget.
“How can I cultivate a millionfold battle power amplification?” Braydon asked softly.
“It’s simple. With the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art, you can transform one into ten thousand. Over a hundred years, all will become one. Once you succeed, you will be unrivaled in the world,” the Bright Lord replied, seeming well-versed in Braydon’s path.
Braydon shook his head. “If the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art merges into one, I won’t be able to cultivate any more tribulation bodies.”
This was the limitation of the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art.
Otherwise, Braydon could transform into ten thousand tribulation bodies overnight, merge them, and repeat the cycle, achieving unparalleled power swiftly.
However, the technique wasn’t so malevolent.
If it were, even the heavenly path of the universe’s origin wouldn’t tolerate it.
Such a cultivation method would be too heaven-defying.
The Bright Lord shrugged helplessly.
“If you don’t want to pursue that path, it could complicate things. But let me tell you, once your combat power amplification reaches 200,000 times, a path heavenly mark will descend.”
“I have one on my path platform!” Braydon took out his primordial chaos path platform, and the path platform saint pill emerged from his body.
The two seemed to merge seamlessly.
A mark manifested on the gray path platform, exuding a profound and mysterious power.
“By comprehending this trace of the path heavenly mark and evolving it into your own technique, increasing your combat strength by 200,000 times won’t be difficult,” the Bright Lord explained calmly.
“My own technique?” Braydon pondered deeply.
The Bright Lord rose to his feet with hands behind his back, barefooted. “Are the path and techniques you’re cultivating truly your own?”
Braydon hadn’t considered this deeply.
“Is the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art your path?” the Bright Lord queried in a low voice. “The sword art, saber technique, Purple Qi, and Spirit Summoning Art… Are they genuinely yours?”
The Bright Lord’s interrogation bore into Braydon’s path heart with sharp, terrifying eyes and a penetrating voice.
He needed to ask himself: were these techniques truly his own?
None of them were creations of Braydon.
Instead, they seemed ingrained in him from birth, perhaps an instinctive memory carried by his soul imprint.
Braydon fell silent, his eyes clouded with confusion.
His own path?
A technique that truly belonged to him!
“Back then,” the Bright Lord murmured in a low voice, “you enlightened all beings, forged a new path, and ushered in a new era. You subdued all races in the universe, mastered the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and walked upon the river of time. You stood alone in the world!”