The Strongest War God-Chapter 1862: Forbidden Lukyan Flerov
Chapter 1862: Forbidden Lukyan Flerov
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Braydon Neal said softly as he looked at Frediano Jadanza and the others, "If we had more time, I wouldn’t have chosen this path for you."
As his words faded, Cole Colbie, the lieutenant commander of the Northern Army’s 1st legion, turned around and issued a firm order. "All soldiers of the 1st legion, enter the burial ground!"
"All soldiers of the 2nd legion, enter the burial ground!" Frediano commanded.
Yuri Qualls responded with resolve. "The 3rd legion, enter the burial ground!"
"The 4th legion..."
A total of 80 legions, mounted on god wolves, entered the burial ground.
The mounts could not absorb this power.
The reason was simple: a god who had ignited his god fire and entered the void god-level had chosen the god path and could no longer cultivate the immortal path.
Thus, the power of the immortal path was beyond their reach. fгeewebnovёl.com
However, most of the Northern Army’s disciples were at the nirvana and path-returning realms.
Many had yet to enter the spirit body realm, let alone ignite the god fire.
Entering the spirit body realm was a crucial moment.
At this stage, one would choose their path—god, immortal, demon, or even the heaven path.
Braydon had brought the Northern Army disciples into the Immortal Burial Ground to make this choice for them.
Among the ancient realms, the immortal realm was the most complete, with the most intact immortal path origin and countless resources to support the disciples in reaching the peak of the immortal realm.
Moreover, the core Immortal Burial Ground contained 100,000 peak immortals, a significant gift prepared by Lukyan Flerov in that lifetime for future generations.
Braydon had brought the Northern Army disciples here for this precious gift, while others were left to compete for entry.
Braydon had already secured the true treasure.
Eight million Northern Army disciples entered the burial ground, choosing a drop of immortal blood essence to swallow with their eyes closed.
The essence transformed into a powerful force, rapidly boosting their cultivation.
The power of the immortal path was particularly effective at calming the restlessness of the nirvana fire.
Braydon observed them with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "It will take some time for everyone to reach the immortal realm. Lester, you practice Buddhism, so this place isn’t ideal for you. Come with me."
"I practice both Buddhism and the devil!" Lester Crawford replied with a hint of annoyance.
Braydon responded, "The Nine Revolutions Buddha Demon Art can be transcended when cultivated to its peak. There’s no need to rely on external objects. Come with me!"
He didn’t give Lester a chance to refuse.
With a lift, Braydon carried him up into the sky.
The black-robed Lord McAvoy sheathed his sword and followed them.
As they moved through the vast and endless tomb area, Lord McAvoy’s sword flattened the immortal king realm bodies, turning them into floating balls of blood essence.
Tanner Lynn was the one who collected the essence, showing no restraint.
After Braydon and the others passed, they entered the boundless immortal mountains shrouded in immortal fog.
"This is the largest mountain range in the immortal realm, the Hundred Generation Mountain Range. Lukyan once severed it with a single strike and defeated all the demon immortals. It seems that the place has now regained its vitality," Braydon said as he surveyed the area.
The mountains were alive with energy, and faint beast roars could be heard.
However, beneath the layers of soil and fallen leaves, countless white bones were buried, forming a mountain of bones that seemed to conceal the dark history of the immortal realm.
"There’s a peak immortal path cultivator in the mountain range!" Lord McAvoy remarked.
"Training in the ancient realm is a hundred times easier than in the universe. It’s not surprising that new beings have emerged and reached the peak of the immortal path over the years," Braydon said as he stepped into the Hundred Generation Mountain Range.
The mountains were steep, and immortal beasts roared in the distance.
Ahead, a massive chasm split the Hundred Generation Mountain Range like a natural moat.
Inside the chasm were piles of white bones and faint remnants of terrifying sword intent—evidence of Lukyan’s blade, which had severed the earth energy of the range.
Braydon entered with a specific goal in mind: retrieving the Hundred Generation Immortal Spirit Tree.
That old tree was definitely not dead.
Back then, Lukyan hadn’t killed it because the tree had been a friend of his.
It was only right to give it a chance to survive.
"Did you sense it?" Braydon asked softly, glancing at Lord McAvoy.
"Over there!" Lord McAvoy spread his hands, causing the fog in the mountain range to clear.
Layers of space overlapped, gradually revealing an empty area.
There wasn’t a single weed growing on the land, only the old tree.
The tree was ten thousand feet tall.
Every 1,000 feet, there was a tree crown, each with 10,000 white fruits.
These fruits were marked with innate immortal patterns, embodying the essence of the immortal path.
With 10,000 feet and 100 crowns, the tree nurtured 1 million fruits.
Braydon was here for those fruits.
He walked through the air with his hands behind his back, while Lester, clad in a white robe, watched curiously.
With Lord McAvoy by their side, no beings dared interfere.
As they approached the old tree, a thunderous roar erupted.
A snow-white Qilin, three meters long with bright eyes and a dignified presence, appeared.
It was an adult snow Qilin, a saint beast among mutants and a favored mount of transcendent experts.
"Get close to the Hundred Generation Immortal Spirit Tree, and you die!" the snow Qilin warned in an ancient language.
Lord McAvoy’s eyes narrowed with cold intent as he reached for his sword, ready to strike the Qilin down.
"Transcendent!" the old tree exclaimed in shock, causing the snow Qilin to tremble.
Despite being at the peak of the immortal path, it stood no chance against a transcendent expert.
Braydon approached with a faint smile and asked softly, "Old Tree, an old friend has come. Is this how you greet your guests?"
"Old friend?" The old tree, wary of the white-robed youth, realized the presence of a transcendent indicated a formidable background.
Since the Ancient Immortal Realm shattered and became the Immortal Burial Ground, the coordinates outside the universe had been destroyed, making it impossible for transcendents to find this place.
Thus, the sudden appearance of a transcendent caused the old tree to panic.
"Back then, I used my blade to avoid this place and gave you a chance to live," Braydon said softly. "How do you plan to repay me?"
"F*ck!" The old tree was instantly enraged and trembled with fear.
Leaves rustled everywhere, but not a single snow-white fruit fell.
It said in horror, "Lukyan Flerov!"
"It’s me!" Braydon confirmed.
"Immortal Ancestor Lukyan Flerov?" The snow Qilin exclaimed in surprise.
"You..." The old tree hadn’t expected Lukyan’s reincarnated body to appear again.
But it made sense; only Lukyan’s reincarnated form could bring transcendent experts with him.
The old tree’s tone grew complex. "Back then, you said that when you returned, it would mark the day of success. Now, it seems that time has come?"
"The path has been set. I need some time to walk it, but there are too many fetters in this life. I need to borrow something from you," Braydon said calmly.
"How much do you want?" The old tree asked without hesitation.
"I want them all!" Braydon replied with a smile like a blooming peach blossom, adding playfully, "Only children make choices."
"The first generation fruit blooms once every hundred years, bears fruit once every hundred years, and ripens once every hundred years. It’s fine if you take all of them. But the hundred generation fruit blooms once every three hundred million years, bears fruit once every three hundred million years, and ripens once every three hundred million years. If you take them all, my vitality will be greatly damaged." The old tree nurtured a hundred crowns.
