The Five Pavilion Masters

Now, he had actually encountered a disciple from the Lotus Feather Pavilion here.

It was the person walking in front, the only level five transcendent.

Beyond the universe, distinctions between young and old cultivators no longer mattered. 

In the transcendent realm, barring unforeseen events, one would be immortal. 

However, where there were cultivators, competition was inevitable. 

Since ancient times, countless prodigies had emerged, creating awe-inspiring forbidden techniques and forging eon artifacts—powerful enough to destroy the transcendent body and sever the transcendent path. Thus, he could defeat his opponent.

Braydon Neal suddenly stood up.

"Who is it?" a young man among the nine demanded coldly.

"I'm just a passerby," Braydon replied indifferently.

The nine looked over at him in unison, frowning. 

They couldn't sense Braydon's aura or see through his cultivation level.