Chapter 1744: Four Great Stages Chapter 1744: Four Great Stages Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “Understood!” Cabel Callison’s eyes flashed with joy.
The Nine Prefectures Record was condensed from what Braydon Neal had learned in his first life, and what Cabel cultivated was the same technique Braydon had taught him back then. Therefore, what Cabel learned was of the same origin as the Nine Prefectures Record. This item would be of the greatest help to him! Atreus Burnett and Taarank Briones could only use it as a reference!
Braydon didn’t stay there for long. He returned to Planet 003, where the Northern Army was stationed. At the same time, the human race’s Prodigy Tournament was about to begin! The gathering of 10,008 human geniuses caused the surrounding stars to be overcrowded. Luther Carden was the one who knew the most about the petition. The entire upper echelons were paying attention to this matter.
Braydon stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back. He watched the sneaky Luke Yates go out with Tobey Lapras and Colton Jansky. As long as the three of them were together, nothing good would happen! Braydon was too lazy to ask. He sat in the pavilion, lost in thought. The Prodigy Tournament would begin tomorrow. It would definitely be a fierce battle. To stand out in the Prodigy Tournament, one would need to be at the nirvana realm!
There was no nirvana in the Northern Army. Even the primordial chaos banished immortal, Mute, Harvey Lay, and the others hadn’t stepped into the nirvana realm. They were at the path-returning cultivation level. They seemed strong but were considered mid to low level. In this petition, the spirit body realm geniuses would be the most outstanding. A nirvana realm genius would bee one of the top contenders. As for the path-returning and eternal realm participants, they could only be considered below average.
“My cultivation is still a little weak,” Braydon said softly.
“Brother, this is the information you wanted.” Luther personally delivered a set of documents. It was the name list of all the participants! The list of geniuses from 10,008 stellar realms was all on it. Luther sat down and said, “There are 10,008 territories in the human race.
Among them, the Northern Stellar Realm is only ranked at the lower reaches, around 9000!” “Although the human race is united, they have always maintained a tradition of internal strife.
The 10,008 stellar realms each have their own rankings.
I heard that the top 100 stellar realms all have spirit body geniuses participating in the petition?” Braydon looked over.
“There are quite a few spirit body geniuses,” Luther nodded.
“The disciples of the Northern Army still have a long way to go to achieve the spirit body realm.” Braydon stood up and frowned. If the Prodigy Tournament was scheduled after entering the Immortal Burial Ground, he was confident he could elevate the cultivation of all the Northern Army disciples. Unfortunately, the order of these events couldn’t be reversed.
Luther stood behind him and said softly, “There’s still a long way to go.
You’ve already protected everyone for half their lives.
It’s time for them to choose their own path.” Braydon understood this logic. If everyone were allowed to cultivate independently, according to the rules of natural selection in the universe, it was difficult for ten thousand eternals to produce even one path-returning realm. Corpses piled up like mountains under an expert’s feet, and the hands of any expert were stained with blood. Given the size of the Northern Army, how many could bee peak experts in the future? The chances were too low. More than 90% would probably die on the road to pursuing the great path.
Luther seemed to have read her brother’s thoughts and said softly, “Actually, our Northern Army is much stronger than ordinary cultivators.
Don’t forget that the eight million soldiers all have soul imprints!” “Back then, you stepped into the reincarnation cycle, reversed the universe, and shook the Six Paths of Reincarnation with your own strength.
You released many lonely souls and eight million human battle souls on the reincarnation cycle.
We made an agreement to be reborn with you and fight to the death with you in this life!
Even if they die, I think they will have no regrets!” Luther explained why the eight million soldiers of the Northern Army had soul imprints. When Braydon entered the cycle of reincarnation, his seal of reincarnation released its power, crossed the path of reincarnation, and opened up a path for the eight million human souls to reincarnate with him. Perhaps only the leader could do such a terrifying thing.
Braydon smiled faintly.
“I still have my two Soul Slaying Swords there!” In his previous life, he had eight Soul Slaying Swords. Two of the swords were left behind in reincarnation.
An ancient aura glimmered in Luther’s eyes. He and Braydon shared a bottle of rich, cloudy wine before heading to the highest hall of the human race to prepare things in advance.
The Northern Army was already visible in the highest power center of the race. Luther had made some clever arrangements. For instance, Hendrix Bailey and others who were the ancestors that founded the eight lineages, would take over the positions of the eight lineage chiefs. None of the disciples from the eight lineages dared to object. If necessary, the eight lineages would back their ancestors without hesitation. This instinct to support one’s own rather than reason was mon even among cultivators and was tied to the human race’s unique inherited culture.
The next day at noon, outside Braydon’s courtyard, the Northern Army disciples in black armor, carrying cold swords, assembled. All the lieutenant manders of the Northern Army were present. Everyone knew today was the day the Prodigy Tournament would begin. They were all here to lead the army. The 500 lieutenant manders were loyal followers of Braydon from their hometown. Some, like Ryker Schatzman and Tanner Lynn, were direct descendants of the mander.
Braydon walked out of the courtyard.
“mander!” the lieutenant manders greeted. Though they respected Luther and others, they saw Braydon as their true leader.
“Pass on my order,” Braydon said softly.
“From today onwards, all the disciples of the Northern Army will participate in the Prodigy Tournament!” “Yes, sir!” Luther had already coordinated with the other manders and wasn’t surprised by the order. The tournament was set to last a very long time, taking more than ten times longer than the Stellar Realm petition.
The geniuses from the 10,008 regions of the human race were all gathered at the headquarters, making it impossible for all of them to be perfectly selected in just one petition. They represented the best of their respective domains, and the entire race’s young talents were included. Many rounds of elimination and verification were required.
Braydon nodded, signaling for them to return and prepare.
“The rules of the petition are the same as before,” Luther explained, staying behind.
“It’s divided into four stages: the Ten Stellar Realm petition, the Hundred Stellar Realm petition, the Thousand Stellar Realm petition, and the Ten Thousand Stellar Realm petition.
“Each stage lasts ten years, making a total of forty years.” Luther outlined the tournament rules. At the start of the Ten Stellar Realm petition, residence masters from the major stellar realms would draw lots on behalf of the contestants. Ten stellar realms would be grouped into one petition zone. Ultimately, only 100,000 participants would qualify, regardless of the total number of contestants.
Braydon frowned upon hearing this.
“So, does that mean no matter how many disciples from the Northern Army participate, only up to 100,000 can qualify?”
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