Chapter 2084: Experience Chapter 2084: Experience Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal had yet to reach Life and Death Valley.
The scent of blood hung thick in the air.
His figure hurried past the Red Plains, where the grass seemed almost unnaturally red.
Braydon wondered—was it born this color, or had it been dyed by blood?
A towering valley loomed ahead.
Its sheer size was evident, though its end was hidden from view.
“There are countless natural treasures inside… You have to stay for five days to enter… Why does it feel like it has its own consciousness?” A puzzled look crossed Braydon’s face.
The valley’s strange nature reminded him of raising poisonous insects.
If it truly possessed consciousness, it wouldn’t allow anyone to leave.
Without lingering on the thought, Braydon moved swiftly.
Behind him, scattered crows trailed silently, followed by a massive army that darkened the skies.
“Stop!
Who are you?!” The shout rang out as Braydon neared Life and Death Valley.
A burly man dressed in black strode forward, exuding the extraordinary aura of a peak realm expert.
“I’m here to participate in the Myriad Demon Sect’s disciple recruitment ceremony and train in Life and Death Valley.” Braydon, a man of few words, spoke firmly.
He was no chatterbox, especially with a resolve as unshakable as Lige Guay’s.
The black-robed man’s tiger-like eyes scrutinized Braydon.
“Life and Death Valley is a place of slaughter.
The main rule is simple: fail to kill three people in five days, and the power of space will kill you instead.
“Kid, I can see you’ve worked hard to cultivate.
Think carefully—once you enter, there’s no turning back.” Braydon’s eyes flickered.
He hadn’t heard of this rule before but was now almost certain of his suspicions.
“Fearless,” he said coldly.
“Make way!” Braydon’s aura erupted, suppressing even the burly man’s.
The man looked at Braydon in surprise.
“That aura… If you entered the sect, you’d be a genius.
Why risk Life and Death Valley?” Braydon’s expression remained icy.
“I’ll say it again.
Make way!” Understanding that further resistance would only provoke Braydon, the man reluctantly stepped aside.
As Braydon approached the valley, the man spoke again.
“Young man, Life and Death Valley isn’t open yet.
It hasn’t permitted anyone to enter these past days.
“You’re lucky—it will open in an hour.
Wait here.” Braydon nodded and moved forward.
Up close, the so-called Life and Death Valley resembled a mountain peak, its center collapsed inward.
Nearing the valley, Braydon saw a group of individuals exuding a terrifying killing intent, as if they had emerged from a sea of blood.
This was clearly the team preparing to enter.
Their predatory gazes briefly landed on Braydon before moving on.
Here, everyone was an enemy; forming alliances was meaningless.
Survival meant killing.
Braydon silently joined the crowd, observing the others—a fierce-looking man, a smiling tiger, an arrogant young cultivator.
He stood at the back, waiting patiently.
The secret hidden within Life and Death Valley was what drew him here.
The valley felt like a semi-conscious arena, but its true nature eluded him.
Why the rule to kill three people?
What purpose did it serve?
Even level nine transcendents couldn’t escape unscathed, hinting at the significance of what lay inside.
After two hours, the valley trembled.
A bright white light emanated from within.
The crowd tensed, their eyes fixed on the valley.
These were veterans—frequent visitors to this deadly arena.
Braydon’s expression turned serious.
The valley’s sudden shift puzzled him.
He recalled the burly man’s words: “You’re lucky.
The valley opens in an hour.” A loud voice echoed above.
“Life and Death Valley has been restored, but its mysteries remain.
Among you is someone with great luck.
Consider carefully—once inside, not even a tenth level expert can save you.” Braydon’s brow furrowed, the token in his hand vanishing instantly.
“Great luck?” he thought.
“Everyone here has survived countless trials—they’re all lucky.
Luck won’t matter in this place.” The crowd, undeterred by the warning, readied their weapons.
“This trip to Life and Death Valley will be worth it!” one declared.
“Pray we don’t meet inside,” another sneered.
“I’ll kill you on sight.” Braydon, unimpressed by their bravado, stepped forward.
“Move aside.” “Brat, are you seeking death?” An enraged man unleashed his immortal celestial-level aura.
“Get lost!” Braydon replied coldly.