It was just a technique he had cultivated.
So be it.
How could that be more important than his own life?
No matter how reluctant he was in his heart, Lennon Jury also knew that after his death, everything would be for nothing.
On the other hand, if he escaped and survived, he would have limitless possibilities ahead.
Braydon Neal closed his eyes for two hours to absorb Lennon's cultivation method.
There was indeed something remarkable about an existence that could surpass level ten.
An existence capable of creating a great cosmos had grasped the path of life to its fullest.
Life wasn't created but held the mysteries of evolution and reproduction.
The birth of a great cosmos gave rise to more than ten thousand races.
Even a million races couldn't overcome it.
Yet, in such a vast cosmos, small races perished every day, and new ones were born.