"Outside the cosmos, there's no shortage of transcendents. Killing and seizing paths is no challenge for me."
With that, Braydon Neal left.
The black-robed Lord McAvoy stood and followed him.
"Farewell, Ancestor Neal! Farewell, Lord McAvoy!" The many peak-level cultivators bowed deeply.
"Why aren't you sending me off?" Jaxen Neal said angrily.
Chadwick Neal and the others froze in confusion. Who was this guy?
They had never seen him before.
Jaxen muttered, "What a bunch of snobs. It's just transcendence essence, after all. I've got plenty of it too. It's not worth much in the Nine Illusion Sea, and hardly anyone even wants it."
Then, with a wave of his hand, over a hundred balls of transcendence essence appeared before everyone.
The entire place went dead silent.
Everyone stood there, dumbfounded.
Even Braydon turned around in surprise.
Lord McAvoy was equally shocked.
