Chapter 1564: Old Woodruff in the Coffin
The young girl was Judith Neal.
âDaddyâs back?â she asked in surprise.
âWhy did dad destroy the moon?â The young Trevon Neal couldnât help but feel curious.
Heather Sage couldnât explain.
Who knew what Braydon Neal was thinking?
Anyway, the moon had already collapsed, so they could only eat mooncakes and count the stars during the Harvest Festival.
Braydon was sitting on a futon on the mysterious island when he automatically activated a new technique.
The second figure turned into a giant Buddha Dharma Idol.
It looked solemn, and there seemed to be the chanting of ten thousand Buddhas around it.
A majestic Buddhist aura enveloped the entire world as if a Buddha had been born!
Buddhism was difficult to cultivate, and everyone knew it.
Little did he know that the third figure of Braydon was even more terrifying.
The red Asura Dharma Idol looked exactly like Braydon.
The height of the Dharma was equal to that of the sky.
With two horns on his head, he looked like an Asura!
Killing Path Asura.
Meditation mats were used to comprehend the path and the mysteries of the killing path.
Under the ultimate killing path, the shocking killing intent released enveloped the entire world.
All the martial artists could feel it.
The terrifying killing intent was like a sharp blade on their backs.
The beasts were terrified, and the warriors were horrified.
Braydonâs three Dharma Idols had all entered the realm of great success.
He had perfected the new technique and path.
When Braydon woke up, a year had passed!
It was snowing heavily in Hansworth, and the new year was coming.
Braydon got up from his wooden house and put away the futon.
The moment Braydon put away the praying mat, he realized there was a record book hidden underneath it.
Despite countless years, there wasnât a single extra word in the book.
A total of nine pages!
Outside the door, Wortham Kerns exclaimed, âNine Prefectures Record!â
âWhat is the Nine Prefectures Record?â
Braydon asked, flipping to the first page.
There was only one picture on it: a person standing in the vast ocean with his hands behind his back, and a bright moon behind him.
Wortham lowered his head and said, âThis is the technique that Master left behind. There are thousands of secret techniques in the Nine Prefectures Record. It is rumored that Master left behind nine secret techniques and hid them in it. However, Masterâs cultivation has shocked the ancient times and the present. In the vast expanse of time, no one has been able to inherit Masterâs teachings!â
The master of the island had suppressed all races at his peak.
Although he had disciples, no one could inherit his legacy.
The path he cultivated and the techniques he created were not something ordinary cultivators could cultivate.
Braydon immersed himself in the first page and found it extraordinary.
However, he did not dare to immerse himself too deeply.
A cultivatorâs thoughts could last for thousands of years.
Now was not the time!
Now that he was back, how could he not go to Preston to take a look?
This was the longest time Braydon had left home.
The two children should have grown up!
Just as Braydon was about to leave, the door of a guest room in the depths of the wooden house opened automatically.
Braydon looked over and was stunned.
The side room was obviously a bedroom.
However, there was a coffin on the bed in the bedroom.
He didnât know who did it, but they had actually placed a coffin on the bed.
They were too careless.
Was it the coffin of the owner of the wooden house?
âIs the person in the coffin the owner of the island?â Braydon asked softly.
âNo, Master was killed in body and soul back then. His soul imprint was shattered and he didnât leave behind a corpse. If it wasnât for the Empress using all her cultivation to gather the fragments of Masterâs imprint and enter the cycle of reincarnation, Master would have vanished into thin air. How could there be a corpse left behind?â
Wortham entered and saw the coffin on the bed.
âThe King Lordâs coffin!â he exclaimed.
âKing Lord?â Braydon frowned.
Wortham gulped and pointed at the front of the coffin.
There was only the word âkingâ.
He was crowned with the name King Woodruff.
Back then, there was no king lord among the five lords.
Worthamâs eyes were filled with desolation. âI thought he was still alive!â
As soon as he finished speakingâŠ
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The coffin shook violently, as if someone was hitting it hard.
Braydon was shocked.
How many years had it been?
The old antique inside was about to come back to life?
This was a little strange!
âIâm suffocating! Who sealed the coffin? Open it!â A wild voice startled Braydon and Wortham.
Worthamâs palm landed on the lid of the coffin, revealing a complete rune.
Universe origin great path runes!
It was one of the most primitive runes in the universe, resembling the word âsealâ.
âOrigin runes? Who did this?â Wortham was shocked.
âOpen the coffin!â the wild voice inside cursed.
He didnât know who was so wicked as to put the word âsealâ on the outside of his coffin.
Like a corpse!
For generations to come, he could not wake up.
If there were any lingering thoughts, they would be directly suppressed.
Worthamâs eyes sharpened as he used his strength to forcefully break the seal on the coffin.
Bang!
The coffin was kicked open by the person inside!
A dim light burst out.
He turned into a young man with long black hair that danced in the wind.
He looked around and stared at Braydon.
His gaze was unfriendly. âYou added the word âsealâ on my coffin?â
âThis is my first time here,â Braydon replied calmly.
It was just a strand of obsession.
There was no body in the coffin!
It was just a piece of white paper!
It should be a painting, and now the person in the painting had woken up.
âGreetings, King Lord!â Wortham bowed.
âYouâre still alive!â
The wild youth stretched his waist lazily.
âMy cultivation was too weak back then, so I couldnât die with my master. Iâve been living on until now,â Wortham said in shame.
âItâs good to be alive. Now that Iâm back, why donât you revive me? Hurry up!â The King Lord stared at Braydon, urging him to revive himself.
âI met the Bright Lord not long ago,â said Braydon helplessly. âHe told me alot. Since you already know that my soul imprint is broken, why make things difficult for me?â
âKing Lord, with your strength, why did you die? Back then, the five masters died with Master and entered the reincarnation cycle. You were at the peak back then and guarded the Phoenix Spirit Zone. How could youâŠâ Wortham had too many questions.
The King Lord passed away quietly.
The higher-ups of the race probably didnât know about his death.
âThat year, I went into the River of Time to mess around,â the King Lord said impatiently. âI failed. I couldnât beat him up, so he beat me to death!â
Braydon was speechless.
This unreliable tone gave Braydon a sense of deja vu.
The supreme being of the past, the pinnacle expert of the race, actually played himself to death.
No one would believe it.
âThe King Lord died in the River of Time?â Wortham was shocked and furious. âSo he fell into the River of Time and couldnât enter the reincarnation cycle. His body was destroyed and his soul scattered!â
âIsnât it possible to form a soul imprint?â Braydon asked.
âIn the River of Time, no one can convert their lifetimeâs cultivation into a soul imprint!â Wortham said hoarsely.
The River of Time was easy to enter but difficult to exit!
Those who entered could only rely on killing to come out.
The King Lord had fallen into the River of Time!
Wortham felt extremely uncomfortable.
He knew that even if he waited indefinitely, the King Lord would not return.
Without a soul imprint for reincarnation, how could there be an afterlife?
âKing Lord, how could you do this?!â He couldnât accept it.
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