Chapter 1982: Nurturing the Sword Chapter 1982: Nurturing the Sword Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation He had spent a whole year comprehending this sword!
A full year of hard work to master it.
Even so, the blurry figure remained unsatisfied.ĂÂ With his intervention, the kid wasnât trapped here.
It had taken him a year to escape.
Where would he save face?
Braydon Neal entered the fifth sword space.
Billions of sword lights converged into one.ĂÂ In the blurry figureâs hands, the sword slashed and obliterated everything in its path.
A universe-destroying sword!
Countless stars turned to dust.
The entire universe collapsed.
Braydonâs consciousness scattered, but he quickly regained it.ĂÂ His face paled, and the sword strike left a trace of fear in his heart.
It was terrifying!
Yet, Braydonâs eyes held determination.ĂÂ His path heart would not be so easily broken.ĂÂ He dispelled that sliver of fear and began comprehending the fifth sword.
The difficulty had increased a hundredfold.
It took a hundred years.
Braydon finally reached the great success stage.ĂÂ In the dark universe, he raised his hand and slashed.ĂÂ Billions of sword lights swirled around him, like a river of stars above his head.
âReturn!â Braydon commanded.
Instantly, the sword lights merged into one, forming a terrifying blade.
With a single strike, everything around him was destroyed.
He broke through the fifth sword mark with that single strike.
He had successfully grasped ten percent of the sword intent.
Braydonâs path forward was unstoppable.ĂÂ He turned and entered the sixth small sword space.
The environment felt familiar.
But the sword intent had changed.
A blurry figure with a sword on his back walked through a desolate galaxy, his left hand on the scabbard and his right hand gripping the hilt.
Swoosh!
The sword was drawn.ĂÂ There was no light or ripples, yet it carried a terrifying sword force.
The power of this sword was comparable to the fifth sword, where 10,000 swords merged into one.
The blurry figure sheathed his sword and took another step.ĂÂ The blade was unsheathed again.
And then resheathed.
In a short time, Braydon had witnessed more than 10,000 strikes.
Each attack carried the power of a hundred million swords combined into one.
âReturning to the basics, condensing the strongest edge into an ordinary attack?â An ordinary attackââŹâyet also a peak attack.
An ordinary sword that was the strongest attack.
At the same time, it reforged the foundation of the sword path.
Braydon didnât hesitate.
A sheathed sword appeared in his hand, and he began to sense the swordâs movement.
But every time Braydon charged his swordâŚ
It took three days to accumulate energy.
He raised his sword for three days, then unsheathed it in an instant.
Compared to the speed at which the blurry figure drew, sheathed, and drew again in a single breath, Braydonâs pace was slower by 200,000 to 300,000 times.
This was the gap!
If Braydon wanted to reach that level, relying solely on talent and comprehension was not enough.
This round required sweat and hard work!
âOut!â Braydon commanded decisively.
Swoosh!
All 10,000 banished immortals appeared, witnessing the sword of the blurry figure.
They knew what to do.
The 10,000 banished immortals cultivated the sword alongside him.
One sword returned to its sheath, then another was unsheathedâŚ
The cycle repeated.
Initially, each of the 10,000 cultivators would hide their swords for three days before unleashing them.
On the same day, ten thousand swords slashed simultaneously.
After each strike, all the insights gained returned to Braydon.
It was like Braydon himself slashing ten thousand swords.
His cultivation speed soared.
A blurry figure stood at a distance, observing the scene.ĂÂ The corners of his mouth twitched as he realized that Braydonâs Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art was a complete cheat.
In a sense, it wasnât cheating.
Braydon cultivated the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art, so he didnât condense an avatar.
It was the tribulation body!
The banished immortal tribulation body was originally a part separated from his main body.
If all 10,000 merged, the original body would become even more terrifying.
But the time wasnât right yet.
Braydon was halted at this stage.
Inside the sixth sword space.
Braydon spent a full ten years.
He finally shortened his sword-drawing time to two days.
The gap between him and the blurry figure shrank by one-thirdââŹâaround 80,000 to 90,000 times.
Even so.
The gap remained vast, like a chasm.
Braydon wasnât discouraged.ĂÂ On the martial path, those easily defeated would never touch the peak of the great path.
He remained in seclusion.
No one from the outside world could contact him.
The Northern Army sons realized their big brother was in a death seclusion.
He would pass away if he didnât break through.
Meanwhile, a great war erupted outside.
Demons and humans clashed.
Two super races waged war.
It would affect the entire universeâs history.
The vassal races under these super races also joined the battle.
On the first day of the war.
At the human headquarters.
Luther Carden stood with his hands behind his back in the highest hall.ĂÂ All the higher-ups of the human race gathered there.
Countless peak figures bowed and said, âAncestor Luther!â âThe demons have made their move.
It seems theyâre preparing to fight with everything they have.â Luther chuckled as he looked at the tens of thousands of peak figures present.
More than 50,000 people.
This was the same strength the human race had shown over a hundred years ago.
Little did they know, today had come.
The strength of the human race had changed drastically.
More than a hundred years had given Luther and the others time to complete their plans.
âLet them come.
Weâve waited over a hundred years.
Can the demons rebel now?â Colton Jansky, hands in his pockets, looked indifferent.
No one dared challenge him in the hall.
The former leader of the five tigers, the Bright Lord of that generation.
He gradually regained his peak cultivation.
Who would dare underestimate him?
âAfter more than a hundred years, the demon race has produced countless peak experts.
I estimate their number has surpassed 50,000!â said Chief Chadwick Neal solemnly.
âAnd thatâs just the demons.â The Foreman chief sighed.
Aside from the demons, the humans faced the innate race, the saint race, and even the giant race.
If the four races joined forces, the human race would be in danger!
But the Northern Army sons thought otherwise.
How could the peak experts nurtured by the four races over the past hundred years compare to the Northern Army?
The Northern Army was at its peak, with a force of 1.43 million!
In the past, the first 20,000 peak warriors were trained as regimental commanders in the Northern Army.
Later, 190,000 peak resources were used to nurture two peak legions.
The Northern Army had gained much from the Heavenly Court ruins.
They had obtained 1.22 million peak resources.
After over a hundred years, and with the thousand-layer towerâs uniqueness, the Northern Army now had fourteen peak legions.
This was the Northern Armyâs core secret.
No one dared leak it.
Luther knew it best.
Even if all the races united.
Another war between the ten thousand races would ignite.
This time, the humans were fearless!
The sons of the Northern Army were unafraid.
Luther would never allow the tragedy of the past to repeat in this lifetime!
An old man arrived at the human raceâs highest hall, bowed at the entrance, and said, âAncestor Luther, the special envoy from the Immortal Burial Ground has arrived.
He brings a letter personally written by Indiana Ibbot.
If the humans need the immortal raceâs help, all 30,000 peak immortals are at your disposal!â âAncestor Luther, the young master of the ancient demon realm has also arrived with Lencho Kebeâs letter.
The demon race has 30,000 peak devil path experts.
If the humans need assistance, they are ready to follow your orders!â
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