บท 1896: Seven Race Guardians

Braydon Neal accepted the scabbard and nodded. "Your state of mind is indeed strong."

"It's just a matter of victory or defeat. If there's a win, there's a loss. Besides, losing to you isn't unfair," the green-robed man said, seemingly unfazed. 

Suddenly, his expression shifted, and he asked with curiosity, "You came from the past. Why are you here? Just to fight for victory?"

"I'm here for the cultivation method," Braydon responded, revealing his Dharma power.

The green-robed man's gaze sharpened as he fell silent for a long time before finally sighing. "I think I know who you are!"

Thousands of miles down the Yellow River—Braydon couldn't precisely determine the future time period, but he was certain it was at least 100 million years later.

One hundred million years in the future, no one could say how far Braydon had advanced, but his name would surely echo throughout the universe.