Summit Farmer
Chapter 1500: A Powerful Force_1

Chapter 1500: Chapter 1500: A Powerful Force_1

The harvest this time had met his goals, and Peter Brown was in a very good mood.

It’s time, time to leave.

Peter had actually noticed something early on: ever since he entered the Heritage Tower, all the Sacred Fate Seeds in his body seemed to be yearning to leave.

This feeling grew stronger as time passed.

After analyzing for a while, Peter finally understood the reason: the Sacred Fate Seeds were meant to participate in the battle for sainthood. If one could hide forever within the confines of the Heritage Tower, then everyone would hide here. Thus, once a certain amount of time passed without leaving, the Sacred Fate Seeds would leave their host to find a new person of Holy Fate.

It was Peter’s abundance of Sacred Fate Seeds that allowed him to stay for so long; anyone else would have probably been forced out by now.

Let’s go!

Packing up his things, Peter walked out of the Heritage Tower.

Indeed, as Peter walked towards the outside of the Heritage Tower, the sensation of the Sacred Fate Seeds wanting to leave dissipated.

He still had to fight for sainthood on the battlefield!

Having understood this, Peter was now fully aware that from the moment he obtained his first Sacred Fate Seed, he had no choice but to embark on this Sacred Path.

When he glanced unintentionally towards the Holy Stele, Peter was shocked to find that the rankings on the stele were changing. Nearly two months had passed, and he observed that the various leaderboards now listed the top ten masters, each of whom, without exception, had accumulated more than ten seeds.

So fast!

Seeing this situation, Peter felt a sense of urgency.

The battle for sainthood focused on strength, probably. Those who had pushed to accumulate ten seeds were likely using the power of their teams to squad and kill others, thereby obtaining a large number of seeds.

Lacking such great power himself, Peter naturally could only rely on his own strength to obtain them.

However, Peter did not regret spending over two months in the Heritage Tower; at least he had acquired a set of ultimate Cultivation Techniques.

Having embarked on the path of fighting for sainthood, Peter understood in his heart that everyone’s cultivation level was the same at ten stars; the Sacred Fate Seeds only gave him a slight energy boost. Regardless of the situation, everyone’s cultivation was essentially at the same starting line, and in the end, it still depended on chance.

Those who had obtained the Sacred Fate Seeds were not much higher than others. They could at most reach ten stars. Only by reaching ten stars could they truly become one of the candidates for the inheritance of the Holy Sanctuary.

Peter wasn’t sure exactly what the situation was, but one thing he understood well: what mattered was how they utilized the seeds in combat.

As Peter was pondering, he found himself already outside.

The warmth of the sun shone upon him, and Peter even felt as if his entire body was suddenly filled with a sense of strength.

"Kid, I didn’t expect you to be able to hide for over two months!"

An old man looked Peter up and down at that moment.

When Peter looked at the old man, he immediately noticed the strong resemblance between him and the young master he had killed.

Observing the others the old man had brought with him, Peter noted that there were indeed more than a few high-ranking experts; over ten people were above a Seven-Star rank, and the old man himself was a Nine-Star Ranker. Even when it came to Eight-Star fighters, there were as many as five standing there.

Seeing this, Peter knew the old man must have found out about his Sacred Fate Seeds. The old man not only wanted revenge for his grandson, but he also wanted to obtain the Sacred Fate Seeds from Peter.

"No wonder you’re so arrogant; you have an Eight-Star cultivation!"

The old man had now fully assessed Peter’s cultivation level and any thoughts that Peter might be a great master had vanished.

"Patriarch."

A middle-aged man also looked at Peter, then hurriedly approached the old man and whispered to him.

The more the old man listened, the more his face filled with surprise and delight.

The old man laughed heartily as he looked at Peter, "It’s my lucky day, Thomas Turner. Who would’ve thought that Peter Brown, whom everyone across the world is searching for, would fall into my hands, haha."

Hearing the old man’s loud laughter, Peter also smiled and said, "From the sound of it, there are many who are looking for me?"

The old man replied, "Kid, you’re luckier than I thought. You managed to get dozens of Sacred Fate Seeds on the battlefield and even became the top-ranked."

The more he talked about it, the better the old man felt. Faced with someone possessing dozens of seeds, the sole thought the old man had was to kill Peter and seize the Sacred Fate Seeds from him.

The old man even started fantasizing about his situation; obtaining so many Sacred Fate Seeds all at once, he could replace Peter and become the top-ranked contender.

A Saint within reach!

The old man even started to dream about the day he would become a Saint.

Surveying the surroundings, the old man worried that others might discover Peter’s appearance here and come to compete for him. He roared at his subordinates, "Quick battle, quick decision, capture him for me!"

Fueled by the old man’s command, his subordinates began to encircle Peter.

One after another, Immortal Artifacts were unleashed; it was clear the old man had considerable power. In this area, he was like a Local Emperor, and an ordinary person, even a Ten-Stars Immortal, would not be able to escape the onslaught of his formidable power.

It was Peter’s turn to act now, and he was also curious about the power of the newly-acquired Heaven and Earth Break.

Stretching out his hands, a large sword seemingly made of energy appeared in Peter’s grasp.

The old man closely observed Peter’s actions. When he saw Peter brandish a large sword, he looked at it but did not sense any energy emission from it; it appeared primitive and exuded an ancient charm. Although the sword seemed to lack any energetic fluctuations, upon closer inspection, it undoubtedly seemed to be made of energy.

What kind of sword was this, exactly?

The old man was feeling somewhat puzzled.

"Attack!"

Despite his confusion, the old man still had great faith in his subordinates and believed that no matter how strong Peter was, he could not escape their assault.

At that moment, the old man’s subordinates began to step in a specific pattern, forming a formation.

It was a formation so formidable that not even a Ten Stars Immortal could break through; they were indeed taking Peter very seriously.

As energy flowed towards them, Peter’s hands firmly gripped the long hilt of the sword.

What kind of power would it have?

Peter was also wondering about the effects of his sword swing.

Energy poured into the blade, with a substantial amount of the Sharp Metal Qi from the west infusing into it.