Chapter 1546: A Glimpse of the Shocking Scene
Chapter 1546: A Glimpse of the Shocking Scene
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
This was the famous golden horn azure dragon in the cosmos.
Among the myriad races in the cosmos, it stood at the peak from birth and was exceedingly rare.
In the vast universe, such beings appeared only once in tens of millions of years. Now, here in the endless void, one existed.
Braydon Neal couldn’t approach too closely.
The aura emanating from this giant beast was overwhelmingly powerful, exerting pressure that kept Braydon at bay.
This aura gave Braydon another sensation—this golden horn azure dragon appeared to be deceased.
There was no sign of life; the powerful pressure seemed to be the lingering remnant of the dragon’s body.
Even so, it was beyond Braydon’s capacity to approach.
The golden horn azure dragon had been dead for countless years, its body eternal—unchanging, undiminishing, indestructible.
How such a formidable existence had met its end remained a mystery.
Braydon activated his dual-pupils and noticed a palace on the back of the golden horn azure dragon.
The black palace was inconspicuous but undeniably present.
Braydon was astonished.
Someone had used the golden horn azure dragon as a mount and even constructed a palace on its back?
The golden horn azure dragon must have had a master when alive.
The thought of who could subdue such a supremely ferocious beast left Braydon awestruck.
The secrets hidden in the endless starry sky were boundless, where countless experts were born.
The pressure from the golden horn azure dragon made it nearly impossible for Braydon to approach.
Simultaneously, this ancient beast, motionless for who knows how many years, halted in front of Braydon.
Its golden horn pointed directly at him.
Then, unexpectedly, a thunderous roar erupted from the golden horn azure dragon’s body.
The beast seemed to have awakened!
Braydon’s vision darkened, and he was overcome with shock.
The disparity between them was immense.
Dazed, he felt a faint, hazy light emanating from the golden horn, enveloping his body and gently guiding him to its back.
The black palace situated there appeared even more ancient.
Braydon fell into a coma, his body laying flat as he softly landed at the palace entrance.
Despite its pristine condition, the palace lacked the vitality of life, suffused instead with a palpable aura of death.
Braydon remained unconscious for an indeterminate period before slowly awakening.
His bewildered eyes quickly hardened with resolve and a keen sense of determination.
Just rousing from his slumber, Braydon gripped the Northern King Sword in his left hand.
“The back of the golden horn azure dragon?”
He glanced around, surprised by his surroundings.
How had he ended up here?
There were no answers forthcoming.
Behind Braydon, the pitch-black hall’s door creaked open.
Above it hung a plaque inscribed with three words: Bright Lord Manor.
These words seemed to encapsulate tens of thousands of years of history.
Braydon remained vigilant, activating his dual-pupils to peer into the hall.
Suddenly, it trembled violently.
The Bright Lord Manor slowly turned, changing direction toward the endless void.
In the boundless void, distances were deceptive.
Merely shifting one’s position could mean traversing thousands of miles in the outside world.
Braydon’s expression turned serious.
He knew attempting communication with the Bright Lord Manor was futile—it was a long-dead void beast.
Moreover, he couldn’t leave and withstand the beast’s pressure outside the palace.
His only refuge was in front of the black palace.
With no other options, Braydon entered the hall.
Inside, he used his dual-pupils to peer around, but the hall remained pitch-black.
It wasn’t that nothing was there; rather, the dual-pupils couldn’t penetrate its mysteries.
This palace had the unique ability to shield itself from prying eyes, a phenomenon Braydon encountered for the first time.
Putting away his sword, Braydon stepped forward.
As he crossed the threshold, the darkness dissipated, and the palace illuminated.
Spanning over a thousand square meters, the palace housed a throne atop a raised platform.
Though unoccupied, a portrait on the wall behind the throne caught Braydon’s attention—a depiction of a man in green robes, wearing a ghost mask and carrying a green longsword on his back.
His gaze was fixed on the distance, hands clasped behind him as if deep in thought.
Braydon only glanced at the portrait briefly before shifting his focus elsewhere within the expansive hall.
As soon as Braydon entered, his attention was drawn to a massive rock resembling a stone tablet, standing seven meters tall.
Two red words were inscribed on it: Rebirth Stone.
To access the palace, Braydon had to pass by this stone.
Less than 15 minutes after entering, the Rebirth Stone began emitting a faint red light.
When Braydon looked at it, his mind was immediately captivated.
He stood transfixed as his consciousness seemed to enter the Rebirth Stone.
In that state, he heard a resonant and commanding voice proclaim, “Before the Rebirth Stone, all things’ past lives are illuminated. Those who enter here are bound by prohibition. They must not exceed three days. Three days is the limit!”
Abruptly, Braydon snapped back to reality, but found himself seeing nothing around him.
It felt as though his consciousness had experienced millennia within the stone, amidst chaotic visions of nothingness.
“What just happened?” Braydon muttered, bewildered.
The Rebirth Stone was supposed to reveal the past lives of all things.
Why hadn’t he seen his own?
Was this stone merely a scare tactic?
However, considering its placement within the black palace on the golden horn azure dragon’s back, the Rebirth Stone couldn’t be useless.
It was indeed a supreme treasure capable of illuminating the past lives of all things—but it also had its limitations.
Braydon knew his soul had a distinctive imprint.
This was widely acknowledged.
Heather Sage and Sadie Dudley had mentioned several times that there was an imprint deep within Braydon’s soul.
This imprint supposedly contained Braydon’s past life, but even now, he couldn’t sense it, let alone recall any memories associated with it.
As Braydon pondered over this mystery, the Rebirth Stone before him suddenly began to crack.
Crack!
A fissure appeared in the middle of the seven-meter-tall stone tablet.
Within moments, several more cracks spread out, swiftly covering the entire surface of the Rebirth Stone.
“The Rebirth Stone… It’s cracking!” Braydon exclaimed, instinctively stepping back.