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Chapter 1238: Provoked Big Trouble
Chapter 1238: Provoked Big Trouble
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
At the center of the five-colored altar.
“Braydon, is it you?” Lowell Neal turned around with difficulty.
“Uncle Lowell, it’s me!” Braydon Neal raised his hand in response and immediately employed his lightning technique.
Lightning crackled, enveloping Braydon’s body, serving both as a weapon and a protective shield.
Lightning was the nemesis of evil.
Braydon took a step forward, intending to enter the five-colored altar to rescue his second uncle and grandfather.
Given Graham Neal’s precarious condition, his life could be extinguished at any moment—it couldn’t be delayed any longer.
“Don’t come in!” Lowell shouted, but it was already too late.
Braydon stepped into the five-colored altar area, and the moment he did, the scenery before him transformed.
The world seemed to flip upside down, and Braydon felt like he had been transported back fourteen years to Preston city.
It was still his seventh birthday, that rainy night etched deeply in his memory.
“An illusion?” Braydon muttered as he looked around.
He found himself in the Neal family’s manor in Preston, reliving scenes from his childhood memories.
Liam Neal lay in a pool of blood, and Braydon stood silently at the door, witnessing his young mother holding his hand as they fled from the Neal family manor.
“Laura! Protect Braydon! Run!” Lowell shouted.
Braydon’s eyes reddened at the sight.
The rain intensified, and Laura Quinn pulled Braydon away, escaping to the Quinn family’s villa.
However, the red door remained shut, as the Quinn family, fearful of the Neal family, refused to open it despite Laura’s pleas.
Laura knelt on the ground on that rainy night. Yet the Quinn family did not open their doors.
However, when Lowell arrived, the door opened.
Everything seemed to be repeating itself.
With the fake sentiments of the Quinn family, Harry Quinn, the venomous snake, circled behind Lowell.
The sharp dagger revealed itself, poised to stab Lowell in the back.
Swoosh!
Braydon was fearless as he had mastered the martial arts path.
The martial arts banished immortal could overcome any technique.
In an instant, Braydon brushed aside all resistance and stood before the ruined temple.
His grandfather, Graham, knelt in front of the ruined temple, his face extremely pale, blood trickling from his mouth and nose.
His vitality was in turmoil, indicating a potential Qi deviation and the risk of dissipation.
“Wake up!”
Braydon raised his left hand, pointing at his grandfather’s forehead, and invoked the Thousand Feathers Technique, shouting urgently.
The technique swiftly protected and calmed Graham’s agitated vitality.
The elderly man seemed to sense the external aid, gradually waking up.
Upon opening his eyes, he recognized the young man before him, hoarsely exclaiming, “You’re... Braydon!”
“Grandpa!”
Braydon called softly, his memories of his grandfather still rooted in his childhood.
During that time, Graham showered affection on Braydon, cradling him carefully to prevent any harm.
Now, after over ten years of separation, they had reunited.
“Oh?” Trapped deep in the illusion, Graham mumbled, “Is it another illusion?”
“No...” Braydon began to answer but was interrupted.
He was overconfident.
“Wake up!”
A shout echoed from the green-robed man in Braydon’s spiritual aperture. “Kid, wake up quickly and protect your primordial spirit. I’ll help you.”
The forceful shout seemed to jolt Braydon awake, causing everything before his eyes to disperse.
With the green-clothed man’s assistance, reality returned.
However, Braydon couldn’t save Lowell or awaken his grandfather.
Hovering above the first five-colored altar on the periphery, his vitality flowed endlessly toward it.
These altars had the ability to absorb martial artists’ blood, which signified their vitality.
Silently absorbing it all marked the onset of death.
Once one had entered the third or fifth level of the illusory realm, it would be very difficult to regain consciousness.