Chapter 1814: One Step Back, Several Steps Back Chapter 1814: One Step Back, Several Steps Back Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation He had inherited his teacher’s legacy, connected to the secret technique from Braydon Neal’s previous life as Idris Kalman.  With such an inheritance, why would he care about the legacy of a forbidden god?  Garvie Nantz had entered this forbidden zone purely out of curiosity.

Brogan Balfe glanced at Garvie, a hint of doubt in his heart.  Just moments ago, he had detected a flicker of disdain in Garvie’s eyes.  Who was this guy?  The divine palace was revered by all gods, yet this youth’s eyes showed disdain.  Could he have a powerful background?

Before Brogan could ponder further, a ripple came from the forbidden zone behind him.

“Eldest Senior Brother!” Garvie exclaimed in pleasant surprise.

Boom!  A powerful aura swept across tens of thousands of miles.

Bedirhan Leitner, now a god with an overbearing presence, rose into the sky, shouting, “The three of us didn’t dare to relax day or night.

I didn’t expect our junior brother to surpass us!” “Congratulations on advancing to the heavenly god realm, Senior Brother!” Garvie stepped forward to congratulate him.

As soon as he finished speaking, another powerful aura emerged.  It was Loki Foreman, with Femi Kabbah following closely behind.  The three of them had broken through almost simultaneously!

Three heavenly gods were born.  Only they understood the significance of this—it meant that once they appeared in Zone 1, they would shock the world.  Even if the geniuses from the top ten competition zones joined forces, they could not defeat the four brothers.

Brogan was stunned.  He muttered, “They all entered the heavenly god realm at the same time.

They must have had quite a fortuitous encounter inside.” “Young Master, I can see that their divine blood is vigorous.

They are still young, and their future is limitless,” the middle-aged true god whispered.

Brogan nodded.

“Over the years, the divine palace has placed great emphasis on young geniuses, which has already affected the status of the elders.

If my father’s disciples can’t nurture young geniuses soon, I’m afraid they will be sidelined.” In the divine palace, elders who were sidelined always met a miserable fate.  After all, when an elder’s position became vacant due to their death, their disciples and children would be purged or suppressed.  Internal strife was common within the divine palace—often more intense than external conflicts.

That’s why, when Brogan saw Garvie, he wanted to recruit him, hoping Garvie would become his father’s disciple, allowing him to achieve something significant in the future.  More importantly, there were countless prodigies outside the divine palace who longed to join but had no way in.  Yet, Garvie didn’t seem to care.

While Brogan was deep in thought, a white-robed young man in the distance cupped his hands politely.

“Congratulations to the three of you for advancing to the heavenly god realm.

I can see that the three of you are very young!” “In terms of age, he should be the youngest junior brother,” Femi Kabbah remarked, looking at Garvie.

“Junior Brother has only cultivated for 3,000 years, yet he has already caught up to the three of us.

Now, he’s even ahead of us.” “Three thousand years of cultivation and he’s already in the heavenly god realm?” The young man in white was shocked, his expression serious as he regarded Garvie.  With such talent, even in the divine palace, he could be considered a seed-level Heaven’s Favorite.

Together with them, he decisively cupped his hands.

“I am Chrille Ibsen.

My father is Elias Ibsen, one of the thirty-six sword peak elders in the divine palace, ranked third!” The main points were the origin and ranking, clearly aimed at Brogan.  Although Brogan’s father was an elder of the divine palace, he hadn’t entered the peak and was ranked near the bottom among the elders.  Even so, outside the divine palace, he was still a well-known expert.

Seeing this, Brogan’s expression turned ugly.  Chrille’s sudden intervention was troublesome.

“Eldest Senior Brother, they want me to join the divine palace,” Garvie whispered to Bedirhan.

“If the four of you don’t mind, I can recommend you to join the divine palace, and you can also join sword peak.

Of course, after you join, if you feel that another peak suits you better, I can ask my father to recommend you for one of the other main peaks!” Chrille’s tone was gentle and full of sincerity.

Loki suddenly asked, “I cultivate the sword path.

Can you guarantee that I will surpass the heavenly god realm within the next 5,000 years?” “This…” Chrille was taken aback.  He hadn’t expected Loki to be so ambitious, especially so soon after becoming a heavenly god.  To desire such rapid advancement in this realm was no small matter—especially when the resources needed to reach it could nurture tens of thousands of true gods.

“The divine palace doesn’t lack resources,” Chrille replied solemnly.

“But there’s a condition.

These resources are only given to true geniuses.” “You’re also a heavenly god, right?” Loki asked, his gaze steady.

“Sixth-level heavenly god,” Chrille confirmed with a nod.

“I’ll kill you with three blades,” Loki stated lightly, his tone filled with arrogance.  After entering the heavenly god realm, if he couldn’t dominate at the same realm, it wasn’t just Braydon Neal’s face that would be lost.

Chrille hadn’t anticipated such boldness from Loki.  Under everyone’s watchful eyes, he actually dared to claim that he would kill him with three slashes—a newly advanced heavenly god challenging a sixth-level heavenly god prodigy.  It was audacious, to say the least.

No matter how calm Chrille usually was, this kind of provocation was hard to tolerate.

“If that’s the case, I’ll have a taste of your prowess,” he said softly.

“Take it easy.

Don’t kill him,” Bedirhan advised quietly.  They often roamed around here, and killing a prodigy from the divine palace—especially the son of a divine palace elder—would surely attract the attention of the divine palace’s top experts.  At that point, they’d have to be ready to flee for their lives.

Hearing this, Chrille’s anger deepened.  These people clearly didn’t take him seriously at all.

Loki raised his hand, and a sword appeared—a pitch-black blade, long and slanted, a peak path artifact.  The sight of this weapon alone left many stunned, their eyes filled with burning greed as they looked on.

Chrille drew his own weapon, also a sword, but it was far inferior to the one wielded by Loki.

“You go first!” he said calmly.

Loki didn’t hold back.  He slashed horizontally, his voice cold as he shouted, “Divine sword!” The divine sword was unsheathed with a swift motion.

Swoosh!

Golden light spread out across a radius of 100,000 miles.  It was the true god path—a sword that could cut through ten thousand paths, embodying the domineering essence of the god path.

Undoubtedly, Loki’s entry into the heavenly god realm made the divine sword even more terrifying.

A massive sense of danger gripped Chrille’s heart.  He hesitated, but there was no room to retreat.  How could he back down from the first move?  In a contest among peers, retreating meant weakness, and weakness meant defeat.

“Third level of the Flowing Clouds!” Chrille shouted, swinging his blade at the sky.  The blade struck out like three waves crashing against the heavens.

The three waves combined into one, meeting the sharpness of the divine sword head-on.  Both combatants had turned offense into defense, knowing full well that killing the enemy was the best defense.

They each targeted a specific area.

At the moment of impact, Loki took half a step back.

Chrille, however, was forced seven steps back.  His expression shifted as he spat out a mouthful of golden blood, finally feeling some relief.  The fierce, overpowering sword intent had pierced through his body, overwhelming him.

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