Chapter 1283: The Greatest Winner
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
This wasn’t a trivial matter.
If the future descendants of the Neal and Jansky families learned that their ancestors were defeated by a girl from Heavenly Mountain, they wouldn’t just let it slide.
It would undoubtedly spark an age-old feud, perpetuating the grudges of the past.
Therefore, the outco of the battle between the three was undoubtedly for the best.
“Besides, those two are your ancestors,” the Seventh Sovereign Lord spoke softly.
Even she had to take it easy on them.
Braydon Neal couldn’t help but chuckle. “If they knew what you said, they’d be livid,” he remarked.
“Throughout history, martial arts have known no bounds,” the Seventh Sovereign Lord continued calmly. “Ancestors forged new paths, passing them down through generations. Shocking talents erged, creating new ways. Successors continued the cycle, surpassing their forebears. This is why Hansworth has endured for millennia.”
The Seventh Sovereign Lord acknowledged that her achievents would eventually be surpassed by future generations—a testant to the tireless efforts of countless individuals across the ages, which contributed to the glory of the Hansworth civilization.
Braydon nodded in understanding.
He was well aware of these principles.
The Seventh Sovereign Lord’s strength remained formidable, lingering even now.
“The end of the millennium decree is approaching, isn’t it?” Braydon inquired.
“Less than two years,” she confird.
Braydon didn’t hold back, as the millennium decree—the monuntal achievent that shook the ruins—was the Seventh Sovereign Lord’s handiwork.
“A thousand years ago, I discovered the Divine Emptiness Realm and found a thod to breach the bronze door. I nearly succeeded. But once my discovery was revealed, I issued the Heavenly Mountain Sovereign Lord’s decree, leading 91 emperors and 6 divines to wage war on the ruins,” the Seventh Sovereign Lord recounted.
“I personally vanquished the 99th ruin because it held the key to destroying the bronze door. I had no other choice,” the Seventh Sovereign Lord admitted, a mont of silence following the revelation.
How many lives had been lost in their pursuit?
How many spirit beasts had perished at her hands?
Probably a minimum of hundreds of millions.
Just consider the vastness of the 16th ruin with the multitude of aborigine and spirit beasts dwelling there.
The Seventh Sovereign Lord had decimated an entire ruin in those days.
It was chilling to think about, but she had no other recourse!
Once the other ruins grasped the ans to destroy the bronze door, the consequences would be dire.
Three thousand ruins in total!
The inhabitants, both aborigine and spirit beast alike, would scatter across the land, dealing a devastating blow to nations worldwide.
For Hansworth, it would be an unparalleled catastrophe.
The Seventh Sovereign Lord made the hard choice, and if it were Braydon, he might have made the sa decision, perhaps even more ruthlessly.
“That battle plunged the martial arts of Hansworth into a thousand-year slump,” Braydon remarked somberly.
“Indeed,” the Seventh Sovereign Lord acknowledged. “91 emperors and 6 divines fell in battle. For the following three years, I fought alone in the ruins. So aborigines were slain, others laid to rest. Then, I sealed the bronze door.”
In that conflict, all the high-ranking experts perished, leaving no legacy behind.
With the bronze door sealed, the outside world was cut off from spirit herbs and other vital resources.
Martial arts languished for millennia until Braydon’s era, when it finally began to flourish once more.
A pang of sorrow gripped Braydon’s heart.
A divine could have lived a millennium, with the potential to transcend the divine realm and usher in a new era.
Instead, she was forced to et her end prematurely.
A re 150 years had depleted her entire lifespan!
The desperation she must have felt back then, standing alone amidst the ruins, her comrades fallen, and the weight of the world on her shoulders.
He understood that this was an irreversible path she had chosen, and she held to it resolutely.
“I’ll guard the bronze door in this life,” Braydon whispered softly.
“If you find yourself unable to defend it in the future, prioritize your own safety,” the Seventh Sovereign Lord advised as she prepared to depart.
Her delicate form dissolved into specks of starlight, dispersing into the heavens and earth.
Braydon stood in silence, contemplating for a long while.
Ancestor Jordan Neal had established the Oracle Palace with the noble intention of bringing order to the ruins.
Initially, the motive was comndable, but over ti, circumstances had shifted, as had the people within the Oracle Palace.
anwhile, deep in a forest thousands of miles away, Qwara Qhobela supported her mother, Rayha Qhobela, beneath the shade of a towering tree.
Miraculously, Rayha had survived the onslaught.
Despite being struck by the Seventh Sovereign Lord’s stars and pierced by the God Slaying Bow’s golden arrow, she clung to life.
Though the attacks had not claid her life, they had significantly diminished her vitality, shortening her lifespan by two centuries.
Rayha was fortunate to have swiftly escaped and was a divine-level martial artist, evading total annihilation.
Otherwise, an ordinary emperor would have perished with such injuries.
Yet, Jordan and the others had scarcely regarded Rayha as a threat, not even considering her a worthy adversary.
“Mother, shall we return to the Oracle Palace?” Qwara inquired softly.
“No, we cannot return. The Donta Imperial Dynasty has long harbored rebellious intentions and seeks to oust the Oracle Palace. The recent changes within the Oracle Palace will surely provoke the ire of the Donta Imperial Family,” Rayha replied, her voice firm despite her injuries.
The Donta Imperial Dynasty, the nominal ruling authority of the 16th ruin, had endured for a millennium under the stewardship of the Oracle Palace.
However, the current Imperial Lord Kyan Yengo harbored resentnt, unwilling to remain subservient.
The longstanding divide between the Donta Imperial Dynasty and the Oracle Palace had widened further.
Their past relationship had endured due to Rayha’s leadership in the Oracle Palace, which had remained formidable, deterring any attempts by the Donta Imperial Dynasty to challenge its authority.
However, a shift had occurred, presenting an opportunity.
Rayha’s provocation had incurred Braydon’s wrath, prompting him to summon three significant figures and obliterate the entire Oracle Palace.
While Braydon appeared to gain, the true beneficiary was not him but the Donta Imperial Dynasty itself, as Rayha had predicted.
Within the Donta Imperial City, nestled amidst its depths, lay a cluster of opulent palaces known as the Donta Imperial Palace.
From its grandeur erged a procession of esteed individuals, all eminent figures hailing from the Donta Imperial Dynasty.
Among them exuded the palpable presence of divine pressure.
It was a vitality divine.
As Braydon discerned this formidable aura, his countenance shifted markedly, as if a realization had dawned upon him.
Despite the devastating blow dealt to the Oracle Palace, another formidable force lood within the Donta Imperial City—the Donta Imperial Dynasty.
Their strength was not to be underestimated.
Descending from the heavens, Kyan, the reigning sovereign of the Donta Imperial Dynasty, emanated an aura of pride.
For centuries, they had aspired to break free from the Oracle Palace’s grip, and finally, an opportunity had presented itself.
Releasing his divine pressure, Kyan, a vitality divine, lanted, “The once-mighty Oracle Palace, revered throughout the Divine Emptiness Realm, has t its demise at the hands of a re youth like you. How tragic.”
Braydon regarded him impassively, offering no response.
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