NOVGO.NET Chapter 2021 Chaos is About to Appear
Chapter 2021: Chaos is About to Appear Chapter 2021: Chaos is About to Appear Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal placed the Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove in front of him and tossed the snow spirit stone mixed with medicinal plants into the pill furnace. It was as though an invisible hand controlled everything within.
The pill refinement happened automatically.
The snow spirit stone released its energy, blending with the herbs and transforming into a pure spiritual liquid.
Finally, it condensed into a snow-white small pill.
A level one snow spirit pill.
It contained the pure power of transcendence and a chilling aura.
It was undoubtedly a favored medicinal pill among the descendants of ancient experts.
The power of transcendence could elevate one’s cultivation.
It carried a frigid energy that accumulated over time. If someone advanced to the ninth level, their chances of reaching the tenth level would be a hundred or even a thousand times higher than those of ordinary ninth level transcendents.
This was the path Kreig Jordahl had left behind.
Even Braydon couldn’t help but marvel at the terrifying abilities of his predecessors.
As Elder Juntenen drank, Braydon continued refining pills. The old and the young seemed to share an unspoken understanding, neither disturbing the other.
Each day, Braydon gathered a substantial number of snow spirit pills.
These were valuable currency in the outside world.
Braydon had no sense of how much time had passed.
“It’s time!” Elder Juntenen, who had been lying on a massive rock, suddenly opened his eyes. “Hmm?” Braydon was taken aback.
He put away the Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove and looked to the sky.
As expected.
The void split open, revealing what looked like an invisible orbit.
Countless worlds emerged within the void, only to perish again.
They evolved automatically.
At the heart of the Omnidirectional Stone Array, a formation kept shifting.
Those from the White Lotus Sacred Cloud Sect and the Dlael Spiritual Sect were trapped, unable to advance. This was the key.
A formation capable of evolving on its own.
It was evident that what was being created were small worlds.
The countless changes showed the profound mastery of a tenth Level transcendent in the path of space.
Breaking through it would be no easy feat.
The five pavilion masters of the Lotus Feather Pavilion worked in unison, led by Scipio Langdon, breaking through various barriers.
They were nearing the core of the Omnidirectional Stone Array.
If they broke the core, all the formations would collapse.
And at that moment, they halted.
The Lotus Feather Pavilion’s masters all stopped together, gazing at the array’s core without advancing.
This hesitation provoked a hidden, powerful being’s killing intent.
A terrifying aura swept over.
“How dare you!” The voice resounded like thunder, oppressive and fierce.
Scipio’s eyes remained calm.
“Kreig, a prodigy from ages past, reached transcendence and the tenth level.
He mastered two paths: time and life.” “For years, the Omnidirectional Stone Array has nurtured thousands of worlds and many races.” His tone was calm, as though he sensed the entity hidden in the shadows.
Clearly, the five pavilion masters were no fools.
While breaking the formation, they had already detected the hidden presence.
Initially, there had been quiet complaints among them.
But what could they do?
Their escape route was severed.
They had no choice but to move forward.
Still, the pavilion masters had no desire to be manipulated.
And so, at the last critical step, they stopped.
If they continued and the Omnidirectional Stone Array shattered, the level ten creatures in those worlds would likely slaughter the disciples of the Lotus Feather Pavilion.
More importantly, the Lotus Feather Pavilion would lose any chance of obtaining Kreig Jordahl’s path.
Yet, in the dark, the creature moved at once.
A chilling voice declared, “Your disciples are scattered and under our control.
Break the formation and free us, and your disciples will remain safe.” “If not, I’ll destroy the Lotus Feather Pavilion!” The voice was insidious.
The level ten beings from the small worlds were native to those places.
They had been trapped in the Omnidirectional Stone Array and could only escape by harnessing external forces.
And they desired Kreig Jordahl’s path as well.
The creator who had made them, the path of life that transcended all—it could form a vast cosmos.
How could they resist wanting it?
Kreig’s techniques were nearly on par with those of a level eleven creature.
“Once the formation breaks, we’re likely doomed,” Scipio sneered.
No one was naïve.
“Let us go!” came a voice from the dark.
“We’ll break free and let you leave unharmed.” To tenth level beings, sparing the Lotus Feather disciples was inconsequential.
What mattered was their own escape, and gaining Kreig Jordahl’s path.
But no one trusted any promises.
If promises held, there would be no more killing in the human world.
Thus, the five pavilion masters of the Lotus Feather Pavilion each had their own plans.
As long as they avoided breaking the core of the array, they were safe.
No one dared to harm them.
For countless years, they were the only ones to reach the core of the array.
A daunting pressure swept over.
This origin world birthed entire races.
Created by Kreig.
Neither human nor beast, these beings resembled light-formed humanoids.
Braydon and the others called them the light race.
They looked human, yet their presence was as heavy as a mountain.
A level ten creature.
The being appeared youthful, surrounded by subdued light, with golden eyes that gazed coldly at the Lotus Feather Pavilion’s five.
He calmly commanded, “Break the formation!” “No!” In the face of a tenth-level being, the five pavilion masters felt immense pressure.
But now, they resisted that pressure.
If they complied… The other tenth level entities from the small worlds would certainly attack them.
“Here, the five of you are ants,” the young figure declared indifferently.
“Ants may cling to life, but they also seek greatness,” Scipio replied solemnly.
His words were clear.
Ants may wish to survive, but they yearn for Kreig Jordahl’s path.
“Delusional,” the young man scoffed.
Their survival wasn’t guaranteed.
And they dared to seek Kreig Jordahl’s path?
Absurd!
“Even a fool dares to dream,” a calm voice interjected.
Elder Juntenen moved.
He crossed the void, chanting ancient words.
They were words from long ago.
Braydon didn’t understand.
But his chant stirred the young man and other level ten beings across various worlds into fury.
They understood.
Elder Juntenen’s chant was from the third universe’s ancient language.
“Kill him!” Someone shouted from a small world.
“You’re courting death!” The young man’s eyes blazed.
“Awaken!” Elder Juntenen displayed no fear, his expression profoundly solemn.
He used an ancient technique to summon a terrifying force.
Kreig Jordahl’s body!
Although its soul was gone and body lifeless, it remained.
If even a fragment awakened, it could suppress all.
Whoever created this place would know how to control and subdue it entirely.
In the outside world, an altar atop a high platform stood.
Within it, Kreig sat enthroned.
His once lifeless form suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze was white, devoid of pupils—no longer lifeless but now sharp and intent.