Chapter 2030 The Entrance Was Blocked

Chapter 2030: The Entrance Was Blocked Chapter 2030: The Entrance Was Blocked Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “No, no, I won’t force you!” The evil corpse fetus was on the verge of tears.  He knew full well that this was his last chance—his only chance for survival.

If he lost this opportunity, he’d be trapped here forever.

He had already made up his mind: as long as Braydon Neal let him out, he would flee.  He’d run to the ends of the earth and never look back.

The plan sounded good, but since Braydon, that old fox, had taken an interest in him, how could he escape so easily?

“In that case, let’s sign a soul contract,” Braydon said with a merciless smile.

“Soul contract?” The corpse fetus’s fury ignited.

“I won’t do it!

Once I sign, I’ll be under your control forever, even as I continue to cultivate.

You could kill me with a single thought.

I’m not signing it!” “Don’t go… could we make it a contract of equals?” the evil corpse fetus shrieked, pleading.

But Braydon was unmoved.  Among those who transcended, how many were truly kind?  Everyone schemed for their own gain, and the kind-hearted would’ve long since been devoured.

“Master and servant, with a contract of ten thousand years.

When the time is up, I’ll release you,” Braydon said indifferently.

“Fine!” The evil corpse fetus gritted its teeth and agreed.

A drop of blood essence floated out of the golden coffin, containing a soul imprint.

Braydon looked at the coffin calmly, waiting—he still needed another drop of blood essence.  There were two corpses, one pure and flawless, the other dark and malevolent.  He wanted both corpse embryos as his servants, not just one.

A sigh echoed from within the golden coffin, and another drop of blood essence emerged, pure and untouched by evil.  The two corpse embryos and Braydon sealed a master-servant contract.

Braydon raised his hand and grasped the golden coffin.  A small black sword shot out from Lennon Jury’s corpse—the Heart-killing Sword.  It was the most terrifying sword Braydon had ever seen, powerful enough to suppress Lennon’s corpse for ages.  If unleashed, it could destroy level eleven existences.  Braydon’s eyes gleamed; he now had a weapon that could save his life in desperate situations, one even a level ten transcendent couldn’t escape.

After three days of refining it, Braydon absorbed it into his body.  When he opened his eyes, he found two figures beside him, resembling children about a year old.  One was pure and flawless, with fair, tender skin and gem-like eyes that occasionally revealed an ancient presence.  He wore a brocade robe and purple-gold boots, exuding a noble aura.  The other was sinister and mischievous, his cute, tiny face adorned with small black horns—a young being already filled with cunning.

A pair of twins born from Lennon’s corpse, now both his servants.

Braydon chuckled as he observed the two of them.

“There are powerful transcendents outside.

It seems they won’t let you go so easily.” Evil Lennon grinned, showing off tiny fangs, clearly gloating.

“Master and servant contract,” Braydon reminded him, staring deeply.

“If the master dies, the servant’s soul perishes as well.” “Damn it!” Evil Lennon gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to bite Braydon.

He turned away, refusing to say more.

“There’s a teleportation array in the hall,” Saint Lennon noted.

“Although it’s damaged, it can still work.” “The teleportation array can send you anywhere in the saint region, though most of them have been destroyed.

Use mine.” Kreig’s array remained intact, whereas others were unreliable.  Braydon nodded; it was their best chance to escape.

The five of them stepped onto the golden platform, vanishing in a flash of light, reappearing moments later on an altar.

They had arrived at the site where Kreig had fallen, where his corpse lay in silent guard, surrounded by the Omnidirectional Stone Array.  Inside, the members of Lotus Feather Pavilion and White Lotus Sacred Cloud Sect were trapped, and none of the level ten existences from various realms dared to make a move.

Evil Lennon glanced around, sneering, “Kreig, you’re ambitious!” The secret of the Omnidirectional Stone Array was clear to him.  Among the level ten beings, Kreig’s ambitions were obvious.  If he managed to capture the path, using these level ten beings as stepping stones, he could quickly rise to the three absolutes, then the death absolute, or perhaps even reach the nine absolutes.  At that point, level eleven existences would be beneath him.  No wonder he pursued this path; Lennon and Gadin Jennings had strayed and meddled with forbidden knowledge, ultimately leading to their deaths.

“How do you plan to deal with these people?” Braydon asked.

“Whether they stay or leave is up to them,” Kreig replied dismissively.

To him, these beings were like ants, barely worth his attention.

Braydon nodded and turned to go.  He had already claimed the greatest treasure in the saint region; it was time to leave.  If he lingered, he would be discovered, becoming a target for all transcendents.

Like anyone, he wished to avoid danger.

Braydon left quietly.  He had no interest in joining the Lotus Feather Pavilion; they were actually enemies.  As for the Dlael Spiritual Sect, he anticipated opportunities to sabotage them in the future.  If Kreig killed any of their members, others would quickly suspect Braydon, connecting him to Kreig and learning of his path.

If that information leaked, even outside the saint region, Braydon would face relentless pursuit from transcendents.  Henceforth, he resolved to keep his true identity hidden.

The five made their way to the exit, only to find it sealed.  High-level transcendents were standing guard, allowing neither entry nor exit.

They seemed to be searching for someone.

“Looks like we’re in trouble,” Braydon’s eyes gleamed.

“They’re looking for us,” Kreig observed, glancing at the portraits the transcendents held—likenesses of himself and Braydon.

They had stirred up a storm outside Lennon’s palace, and the two of them had even entered it.  Transcendents from many realms, having suffered such a loss, would not let it slide.  Their only lead was Braydon and Kreig, who had entered Lennon’s palace.

The two might have gained the inheritance.  In every realm, level ten existences were rare, and an inheritance surpassing level ten was invaluable.  Everyone wanted access to path techniques from level eleven beings; possessing them would ensure entry into the level ten realm.

It was no surprise that Braydon and Kreig were being pursued relentlessly.

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