20demayo Chapter 1417: Reverse Control
Chapter 1417: Reverse Control
Chapter 1417: Reverse Control
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“The first ancestor has descended upon the mortal realm!” exclaimed Remington Neal, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
He was well aware of Braydon Neal’s bloodline, which rivaled that of the first ancestor.
As the figure clad in shattered armor materialized, he reached out, aiming to seize the black banished immortal inside Braydon.
It appeared as easy as plucking a chick.
The antics of the black banished immortal abruptly ceased, replaced by sheer terror.
The hidden figure within Braydon’s bloodline proved too formidable, utterly unyielding to the looming black entity.
With a swift motion, the first ancestor’s figure grasped the black banished immortal with one hand and cleaved with the other.
The blade rose, and the head fell—a clean decapitation.
Before the towering figure of the first ancestor, the black banished immortal appeared minuscule.
Even in death, its detached head maintained a cold stare, defiantly declaring, “I am him. He is me, your descendant.”
With a resounding slap, the first ancestor sent the head flying, only for another to sprout from the black banished immortal’s neck—unchanged, unyielding.
“I am the embodiment of the path of death,” proclaimed the black banished immortal impassively. “I am immortal and invincible!”
In its essence, the black energy represented death. Just as there existed a path of life among the 3,000 paths, so too did there exist a path of death, for life and death tread parallel paths.@@@@
That was the essence of the true path, unmistakably evident in the origin of the black banished immortal.
The first ancestor’s figure brimmed with determination, poised to disperse the ominous entity.
“If that’s the case, we’re in for trouble,” Braydon remarked, his expression grave and serious.
“He won’t accommodate us. If we don’t disperse him, problems will inevitably arise.”
The green lotus banished immortal, separating from Braydon’s body, spoke with indifference.
The black banished immortal epitomized death—a force that was incoherent with life.
Even Braydon’s original form faced ostracism.
Yet, the path of death was not unconquerable.
If they were to condense a life banished immortal, it would only lead to internal conflict, equally detrimental to Braydon.
The appearance of the first strand of primordial chaos Qi sent shockwaves through the entire hall.
“Primordial chaos Qi?” Galliard exclaimed in astonishment.
“He’s cultivating primordial chaos Qi, not employing an ordinary technique!”
Karl Foreman echoed the surprise, although upon reflection, he sensed something amiss.
While Braydon undoubtedly cultivated multiple paths concurrently, how could the elusive path of primordial chaos be mastered by others?
“Family Head, I aim to condense 3,000 primordial chaos Qi to manifest a primordial chaos banished immortal to guard my spiritual aperture. Only then can I control all the banished immortals, including the black one. This is the sole means to navigate this perilous trial of death!” Braydon conveyed his intentions to Kohen, his spiritual energy shifting subtly.
“If you need to break through further, I’ll arrange the necessary cultivation materials,” Kohen assured him.
Braydon closed his eyes, serene in the knowledge of his family’s support.
It was a stark contrast to his youthful disdain for powerful families and aristocratic families.
Back then, he despised their clandestine maneuvers aimed at usurping national power—a forbidden transgression, a line never to be crossed.
However, this was the Spirit Sea, not the realm of nations.
Boundless and belonging to no single country among the myriad in the world, here, there were no innocent commoners, only cultivators.
In this lawless domain, no one dared to assert jurisdiction as they would in the mortal realm.
The dynamics were dictated by the way of the family, shaping the Spirit Sea into a distinctly different environment from any earthly nation.
Braydon sat cross-legged with closed eyes, as a strand of primordial chaos Qi materialized before him.
The resources brought by Galliard were only sufficient to sustain Braydon’s cultivation for a day before being depleted.
The rate of consumption shocked the Foreman family, hinting at the potential depletion of their entire reserves should this trend continue.
However, they were left with no recourse—having extended the invitation to Braydon and owing him a debt for saving Eva’s life, they were duty-bound to spare no effort in his treatment.
Aware of the stakes, Galliard made a decisive decree.
“Issue my directive. All members of the Foreman family are to surrender their storage pouches and any items containing the five elements to the family. Compensation will be provided commensurate with their contributions.”
The Foreman family ancestors unanimously assented to the order.
Meanwhile, high above, Eva, her six wings unfurled, descended gracefully to the ninth level.
A peculiar gleam flickered in her beautiful eyes as she observed Braydon’s resilience against the black energy invasion.
His ability to control and assimilate the malevolent force was nothing short of astounding, bordering on unnerving.