Chapter 1798: Unbreakable Until Death Chapter 1798: Unbreakable Until Death Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “I shouldn’t say this, but Grand Master has allowed you to follow him.

You should wait a bit before answering,” Loki Foreman said with an unusually solemn expression.  He knew just how terrifying Grand Master Braydon Neal was.  That legacy wasn’t something ordinary geniuses could bear.

“Teacher’s technique is a taboo in this world,” Femi Kabbah added in a low voice.  Since ancient times, how many had been able to inherit Braydon’s legacy?  Some forbidden techniques didn’t allow people to choose them—they chose the person.

Garvie Nantz, still a young man, naturally carried the pride of youth.

“Teacher,” he said firmly.

“I’ll accept it.

I’ll accept all kinds of karma!” “Good!” Braydon seemed to see a reflection of his younger self in Garvie.  Young people in the human world should naturally be bold!  Otherwise, what’s the point of being a teenager?

Braydon took a step forward, and the Dharma Nation appeared behind him.  Twenty thousand Dharma Idols stood side by side between heaven and earth.  Braydon’s voice was loud and clear.

“My path does not lie in the funeral song, nor in the Spirit Summoning Art, nor in the many forbidden techniques.

In this life, I have created the Dharma Nation, and I intend to use the power of ten thousand generations as my foundation!” “Use your foundation to support 100,000 Dharma Idols, and then enter the path of return.” Braydon raised his left hand and pointed at Garvie’s forehead.

In a fleeting moment, it felt like a thousand years.  Garvie felt as if he had been struck by lightning.  When he opened his eyes again, his once-clear young eyes now seemed to have experienced countless hardships.  His face was extremely pale, and cold sweat drenched his body.  He was sweating profusely!  Braydon’s path had been taught to him.  But now, how was he supposed to cultivate it?

Garvie’s path heart wavered.  He had a vague doubt whether he could truly cultivate his master’s path.

Loki looked on and secretly thought, “This kid is really brave!” “Newborn calves aren’t afraid of tigers.

He’s just a bold youth.

Whether he can survive this now depends entirely on himself,” Bedirhan Leitner observed with a hint of worry in his eyes.

They had all witnessed the path their teacher cultivated.  Just a glimpse was enough to shake the world.  But to see it in its entirety—who could possibly inherit it?

Garvie’s face grew paler by the moment.  The path of myriad lives and the techniques cultivated by the 100,000 Dharma Idols swirled in his mind, each one overwhelming, like a mountain pressing down on his heart.  Slowly, he closed his eyes, his breathing becoming shallow.  Blood began to seep from his nose, mouth, and the seven orifices.

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back, his voice booming like thunder.

“All races and paths are paths of all living beings.

If you want to sever the paths of all races and forge a new one, you must have the soul of a tiger that can devour thousands of miles!

This boldness has nothing to do with gender or age!” Braydon’s words resonated like thunder.  Garvie seemed to hear them, his entire body stiffening as if enlightened.  He broke free from the chains in his heart, opened his eyes, and took a deep breath, though fear still lingered in his gaze.  The deeper one delved into Braydon’s path, the more terrifying it became.  Could he truly cultivate such a forbidden technique in this universe?

“Master!” Garvie knelt and bowed, his voice bitter.

“I dare not hope to achieve Master’s path!” “The power of a myriad lifetimes.

Cultivating this path is a choice for the future.

You are still young, with boundless potential.

You don’t need to rush to answer me,” Braydon said as he walked on through the snow.

Loki helped Garvie to his feet and scolded him along the way.

“I told you to wait before deciding!

Why did you insist on inheriting Grand Master’s mantle?

Even Bedirhan and I only dare to inherit a portion of it in one lifetime.

The myriad lifetime technique is not something one person can bear alone!” “The path that Master has created after thousands of generations—only he can cultivate it,” Bedirhan reminded his younger brother.  Youth may be bold, but it must not be reckless.  Greed must be tempered with wisdom.

Garvie seemed to understand something.  He nodded firmly.

“I’ll remember that!” “Let’s go.

Follow Master with a humble heart.

If you have any questions on the path of cultivation, feel free to ask me or Femi,” Bedirhan instructed.

He bowed first at the Braydon, then at Femi.  Garvie was the junior brother.  Loki, however, was different.  He was Braydon’s grand-disciple in his previous life and the only living successor of the Three Lives Daoism.  Loki cultivated the Three Lives Daoism, a forbidden technique passed down from the group’s leader in his previous life.  If fully mastered, it could suppress thousands of races.

They all had their unique methods of cultivation.

As they departed, one was left behind—a broken figure.  It was the Young Master of the Northern Region.  His path heart had been shattered, leaving him dispirited and hollow, like a walking corpse.  He crushed the death substitution talisman and withdrew from the competition.

A day later, a major event occurred outside.

The Northern Region royal lord, enraged by his son’s condition, stormed toward Zone 1, seeking revenge.  His goal was to kill Loki and the others and help his son overcome the shadow of his inner demon.

A man in a black python robe, exuding a dominating aura, descended from the sky, his power nearing that of the most formidable veterans.  It was the Northern Region lord.

“Marshall Connell, that’s enough!” Chadwick Neal, understanding what had transpired, stepped forward.

“I came to seek justice for my son.

What’s wrong with that?” Marshall, the lord of the Northern Region, seethed with killing intent, living up to his rank as one of the top three in the stellar realm.  He publicly challenged the chief.

Chadwick’s expression turned icy.  In the power struggles among the race’s higher-ups, figures like Atreus Burnett and Cabel Callison could command respect.  Taarank Briones and the others were not only powerful but also held significant influence within core forces of the race.  Chadwick often had to tread carefully with them.

But now, a mere royal lord dared to challenge him.

Marshall seemed to have forgotten that Chadwick was still the chief, ranked first among the eight chiefs.

Taking a step forward, Chadwick unleashed the pressure of his aura, his ten dual-pupils glowing.  He coldly declared, “I said, enough!” Under the weight of the aura, Marshall managed to calm down slightly, realizing the magnitude of his challenge.  He was standing against the chief, a superior he had openly defied.  Even as the lord of the Northern Region, at the peak of his power, he knew there would be severe consequences.

But Marshall’s anger was still smoldering.

“My son’s strength was lacking, so it’s his fate to be stopped in the Hundred Stellar Realm Competition.

But the one who struck him didn’t kill him; they shattered his path heart.

What sense is there in that?” “If your path heart is firm, it won’t break until death,” the Foreman chief interjected, his eyes cold as he glanced at the Northern Region Lord.  All the chiefs knew who had broken the young master of the Northern Region.  The three who attacked him were now gods—one of them being the future patriarch of the Foreman lineage, an heir of the chief.  Chadwick and the others would undoubtedly protect him.  The rules of the race were passed down through generations.

“Leave now!” Chadwick commanded, his tone icy as he stood with his hands behind his back.

“I can let this go.” “Why you…!” Marshall was seething, not expecting that even his personal presence would fail to yield any explanation.  The stellar realm masters of various star regions watched closely.  The dignity of the chief was beyond challenge.  If the Northern Region Lord didn’t know when to retreat, his fate would be grim.

If something were to happen to him, the royal lord…  The entire Northern Region would be suppressed by the higher-ups, and the resources the race had provided over the years would be cut off, year after year.

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