Chapter 2060 The Second Mountain Lord

Chapter 2060: The Second Mountain Lord Chapter 2060: The Second Mountain Lord Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation At the center of the desolate world, the sandstorm raged with unmatched fury, hundreds of times stronger than anywhere else.

The yellow sand blanketed the sky, obscuring the sun and making it impossible to see anything ahead.

Dressed in white, Braydon Neal stood amidst the chaos, his body emanating powerful spiritual energy to shield against the storm.

“Senior, are you still not done?” Braydon called out, glancing at the black-haired old man behind him.

The old man had been standing motionless for over ten minutes, muttering something about drawing out a vengeful spirit.

Yet, there had been no sign of movement.

“Wait, I’ve already angered it,” the black-haired elder replied, eyes closed.

Braydon nodded, choosing not to press further.

Moments later, the old man opened his eyes.

“Alright, it’s coming.” A spear materialized in his hand, and Braydon’s eyes narrowed.

The weapon was striking—a blood-red spearhead with a black shaft etched with intricate carvings.

Its aura was unmistakable.

A tenth-level eon artifact.

These were incredibly rare, even among the powerful.

To see one here was astonishing.

Even the mighty Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain possessed only a handful.

The implication was clear: this man was likely a tenth-level transcendent.

Suddenly, a chilling wave of resentment filled the air, and Braydon’s gaze shifted.

“It’s here,” he murmured.

The black-haired elder smirked.

“Watch closely, kid.

Opportunities like this don’t come often.” Then, he vanished.

In the next moment, a massive force suppressed the raging sandstorm.

Braydon looked ahead and froze.

Not far away, the black-haired elder hovered midair in his dark robes, a vengeful spirit beneath him radiating a thick black aura.

The spirit writhed in agony as the blood-red spearhead unleashed a golden light that pinned it in place.

Though the spirit was a sixth-level transcendent, it could do nothing against the overwhelming golden energy.

The black-haired elder’s expression was serene, even compassionate, and Braydon suddenly realized why the man seemed familiar.

His smile resembled that of someone who held all beings in their heart—a smile filled with boundless empathy.

“You’ve lingered here long enough,” the elder said softly.

“It’s time to move on.

Rebirth.” With those words, the golden light intensified.

The vengeful spirit let out a final, piercing wail as its dark aura dissipated like snow under the sun.

At last, it vanished completely.

A crack appeared in the void, revealing an impenetrable darkness beyond.

With a wave of his hand, the black-haired elder summoned the spear back to him.

“Well, what are you waiting for, kid?

Let’s go.” Braydon stepped forward without hesitation.

The old man paused at the edge of the void and turned to him.

“Remember to shield yourself completely with spiritual energy, or you’ll get dizzy.” With that, he stepped into the void.

Braydon enveloped himself in a barrier of energy and followed.

A strange sensation washed over him.

When he regained his senses, he found himself standing on a platform.

Ahead, Scipio Langdon’s voice called out.

“Braydon, come here.” As Braydon approached, he noticed Scipio and Elder Juntenen standing at the center of the platform, surrounded by others.

Before he could speak, the black-haired elder’s eyes lit up.

“Juntenen!

It’s been ages, and you haven’t even offered me a jug of wine!” Elder Juntenen responded by gripping his sword, his voice sharp.

“The second-generation Mountain Lord of the Myriad Demon Mountain… Benaiah Strunk!” The name sent shockwaves through the crowd.

“Did he say Benaiah?

The second sect master of the Myriad Demon Mountain?” “But Benaiah is supposed to be dead!” “If he’s alive, why hasn’t the Myriad Demon Mountain come for him?” Braydon remained silent, his suspicions about the elder’s identity now confirmed.

Benaiah scowled at the murmuring crowd.

“Who said I’m dead?

Keep spreading nonsense, and I’ll sew your mouths shut!” He strode toward Elder Juntenen, who reluctantly tossed him a wine bottle.

“That’s all I’ve got,” Elder Juntenen said with irritation.

Benaiah sat down with the bottle, drinking happily.

Elder Juntenen, meanwhile, turned to Braydon.

“Braydon, why is this old troublemaker with you?” Braydon offered a sheepish smile.

“I met him in a small world.

There was no spiritual energy there, and he was trapped.

I lent him my energy to help defeat the vengeful spirits guarding the exit.” Elder Juntenen sighed.

“Stay away from him.

Before the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple suppressed him, his reputation was awful.

Stealing candy from children, flirting with innocent women… What a disgrace to tenth-level transcendents.” Scipio stepped forward, cutting the conversation short.

“Alright, everyone.

Let’s focus on breaking the Dark Yellow Thick Earth Alms Bowl.

The longer we delay, the worse it will be for us.”

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