Chapter 1618: The Person in the Cold Pond Chapter 1618: The Person in the Cold Pond Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “I’ll remember your gift of clothes,” the handsome young man said softly.
“I won’t kill the two of you today.
You can leave.” “Who created the Monarch Art?” Braydon Neal asked before leaving.
“There are only inheritors of the Monarch Art, not creators!” Flynn Yin replied unhappily. In the past, there were only inheritors, and no one knew who the original creator was.
The Monarch Art dated back to the origins of the human race. Over centuries, ancient texts had been lost and damaged, leaving its origins shrouded in mystery.
The handsome young man glanced at Braydon’s departing figure and suddenly added, “Inheriting the Monarch Art, we will inevitably cross paths in battle on the road ahead.
You are too weak today.” “In the future, I’ll be waiting for you on that road,” he continued.
“Remember, my surname is Trevon Weimer.” Braydon heard these words as he walked away.
“The same name as my son,” he thought with a faint smile.
Trevon Weimer’s expression darkened slightly. As he looked at Braydon’s retreating figure, a sense of familiarity washed over him, though he couldn’t place it. He muttered to himself, “There are some similarities, but it can’t be them.
It’s only been 30,000 years.
They should have reached their peak recently.
How could they have perished?” “Master, are you talking about the five lords?” Flynn ventured.
Trevon nodded faintly. He had once vied for supremacy in the same era as the five lords, only to be defeated and sealed away in the cold pond for millennia.
These two didn’t realize that the era of the five lords had long passed. His old comrades had likely already met their end.
Braydon spent the next few days in the Hall of Souls.
A silver starship broke through the void and smoothly landed above the Hall of Souls.
As the starship’s doors opened, three figures emerged: a red-haired woman in leather armor, exuding a commanding presence, led the way with two men following closely behind.
The young man on the left, carrying a scimitar, spoke up, “Captain, who are we delivering these to?
Why did headquarters send us here with these items?” “I’ve checked on this shipment.
It’s four million high-grade saint spirit pills and eight million mythical vine seeds sent directly by Lord Yin Yang himself,” muttered the chubby man on the right.
The red-haired woman frowned sharply and snapped, “Quiet!
Do you want to get us all killed for speaking out of turn on the starship?
Everything we say here gets recorded and sent back to headquarters!” The conversations on the starship were automatically recorded due to the high value and sensitivity of the items being transported, typically destined for important recipients.
Sensing the starship’s arrival, Braydon personally went out to greet them, drawing curious gazes from surrounding cultivators who craned their necks to watch.
Accompanying Braydon were the spiritual forms of Bilal Yarbro and Lauritz Hagan.
“We were wondering who would be escorting these goods,” Lauritz remarked in surprise upon seeing them.
“So it’s you three!” “Senior Brother Lauritz!” the trio exclaimed in unison, taken aback by Lauritz’s unexpected presence.
“Did you bring everything?” Braydon asked in a soft tone.
“All living creatures are here.
Please verify,” the red-haired woman in leather armor replied, handing over a storage ring.
In return, Braydon tossed over a purple stone.
“Purple Gilt Supreme Path Stone!” Its weight surprised everyone present, especially the woman in leather armor, who hadn’t anticipated the use of such a valuable item in exchange.
It’s no surprise she had to personally oversee this transaction. The value of these resources was indeed very high.
The girl tucked away the supreme path stone and presented a storage ring. “This is a personal gift from Lord Yin Yang.
He asked me to convey that it’s a token of appreciation for the trade.” “Alright,” Braydon accepted everything.
“If there’s nothing else, we’ll take our leave now,” the girl in leather armor stated bluntly.
“Wait, inform Lord Yin Yang that Trevon isn’t dead.
He’s been reborn,” Lauritz interjected suddenly.
“The top prodigy from the Northern Stellar Realm who clashed with the five lords?” The girl in leather armor expressed surprise.
“That’s correct,” Lauritz affirmed with a nod.
The girl recalled the incident and didn’t dare to be negligent. She quickly boarded the starship and departed into the endless void towards the clan headquarters.
“Are you referring to Trevon Weimer?” Braydon asked Lauritz.
“Yes, he’s the one.
He once battled Lord Whitlow in his youth.
Despite losing, Lord Whitlow spared him,” Lauritz shared this intriguing tale.
Braydon found it unexpectedly amusing. He hadn’t anticipated such a connection.
“Don’t underestimate him, Your Highness,” Lauritz cautioned seriously.
“Those who could contend with the five lords were the most formidable prodigies in this universe.” “When Trevon was in the nirvana Stage, he underwent a total of sixteen nirvanas,” Lauritz disclosed.
“The nirvana realm usually has a limit of thirteen nirvanas.
Those who can surpass this limit are considered top geniuses among our kind and are highly sought after by the headquarters,” Lauritz added.
“The nirvana realm is unique in that nirvana can facilitate breakthroughs to higher realms.
Some can even undergo two or three nirvanas,” he explained further.
As long as he succeeded, he would break through and enter the next realm. But why was the nirvana realm termed the “second foundation establishment realm” for cultivators? The reason lay in the depth of nirvana itself—it could be repeated multiple times, enlarging the vessel and paving the way for cultivation in higher realms in the future.
Each cycle of nirvana rebuilt the foundation, all in pursuit of reaching the pinnacle of martial arts.
Once a cultivator broke through to the next realm after nirvana, their potential essentially dwindled, marking the latter stages of their martial journey. In the vast universe, within a single galaxy, those capable of undergoing nirvana three to five times were considered top-tier geniuses. In larger stellar realms, those managing five to nine nirvanas were first-rate. For the entire race, achieving nine or more nirvanas earned recognition from the headquarters, granting access to the best resources for cultivation.
Trevon, the formidable figure, had undergone a staggering sixteen nirvanas. Lauritz continued, “He battled the five lords for supremacy in the nirvana realm.
After being defeated by Lord Whitlow, he risked a 17th nirvana, which ended in an accident.
It was rumored he perished.
Who would’ve expected him to be frozen and brought to this nurturing ground?” “I suspect it’s arranged by our race,” Braydon remarked, aware that the construction of the entire nurturing ground fell under the jurisdiction of higher-ups in their race. Trevon’s confinement in ice here suggested significant backing.
If such a Heaven’s Favorite ceased pursuing the nirvana realm and instead advanced to the next realm, his potential for future accomplishments would be boundless, his cultivation advancing by leaps and bounds.
Braydon didn’t linger in the Hall of Souls.
Before departing, he instructed, “Inform Issac Irwin and the others not to restrict White’s movements.
With eternal creatures appearing one after another in the Spirit Sea, a life and death realm creature like her won’t cause trouble.” “Understood,” Bilal acknowledged, taking charge of the matter personally.
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