Who Can Kill Him?

"Lukyan Flerov!" the white-bearded fox exclaimed.

"If the various Ancient Immortal Realms were still around, our race would have even more peak cultivators. Remember, the peak cultivators of the Ancient Immortal Realms could stand toe-to-toe with those of the starry sky!" the tiger-headed man said bluntly.

The peaks of the immortal, gods, and heavenly paths were all incredibly powerful. 

Unfortunately, the ancient realms had all vanished into the mists of history.

The goat ancestor spoke slowly, "Lukyan Flerov is one of his past lives!"

"What?" The white-bearded fox stood up, stunned.

The room fell silent. 

The news was too shocking. 

If it were true, should the demons still consider entering the Immortal Burial Ground? 

They all knew the goat ancestor was referring to Lukyan, Braydon Neal's first incarnation. 

This being had cultivated for tens of thousands of generations.