Chapter 1333: Save Nine Years of Effort
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
If Braydon Neal had vanished without a trace and Benka and the others couldn’t locate him, it would have been preferable.
However, should Braydon reveal himself, Benka and his cohorts would undoubtedly seek to end his life.
Braydon’s duty lay in restraining these divine-level characters, leaving the fate of the Zunde Royal Dynasty resting on the shoulders of Frediano Jadanza and Jonah Shaw.
Perched atop the mountain peak, Braydon sat cross-legged, his voice soft as he spoke, “The emperor’s power forms the bedrock. Upon reaching the second level of the emperor realm, strength will increase a hundredfold.”
The ancient martial arts banished immortal boasted 3,000 imperial paths.
The potential amplification of the combat prowess upon ascending to the second level intrigued Braydon.
While the divines appeared formidable, their divine bodies were 36,000 tis stronger than new emperors when exerting their full power.
However, each advancent proved arduous, and the magnitude of improvent paled in comparison to Braydon’s.
In their eyes, Braydon’s current realm was rudintary, yet its strength lay in its foundation.
Braydon continued, “The second level of the divine realm amplifies power a hundredfold, while the 3,000 imperial paths can amplify it by 3,000 tis. Should they all reach the second level, the resulting power would surpass that of a newly ascended emperor by… 300,000 tis!”
This revelation far exceeded the original potency of the sixth level of the divine realm, which stood at a re 36,000 tis amplification.
At that mont, Braydon’s eyes sparkled with determination.
If he could enhance his strength once more, the prospect of slaying 35 divines wouldn’t remain a re fantasy.
However, ti was not on his side—he had but one year.
Within this year, Braydon had ascended to a level where confronting divines beca conceivable.
It was an arduous, nearly insurmountable task.
Yet, for soone like Braydon, giving up was not an option, even if success seed improbable.
Chaos lood, demanding absolute strength to safeguard their people.
Having been nurtured by Hansworth, Braydon and his comrades felt an obligation to repay the country’s kindness.
Retreat was tempting, but for Braydon, retreat was not an option.
Retreat would spell doom for their race—the proud Hansworth would succumb to oppression or even face extermination at the hands of the aborigines.
Generations of animosity between the aboriginals and the outside world fueled the certainty of a bloodbath should the aborigines leave the ruins.
Etiquette and religious norms were foreign concepts to them; their nature was one of savagery, viewing the weak as re insects.
Seated cross-legged atop the mountain peak, Braydon closed his eyes, delving into a profound state of cultivation.
This ti, however, he was not alone in his endeavor.
Within Braydon’s spiritual aperture, a surge of golden energy rippled—a manifestation of the spirit river flowing within.
The symbol of an emperor.
Three figures stood atop the river’s surface—a martial arts banished immortal, an ancient martial arts banished immortal, and, naturally, the green lotus banished immortal.
“I’m beginning my cultivation,” declared the banished immortals in unison.
“I’m focused on martial arts, so my contribution will be limited,” the martial arts banished immortal remarked with a helpless shrug.
Among the banished immortals, those of ancient martial arts excelled in cultivating the 3,000 imperial paths.
Having mastered 3,000 paths and simultaneously cultivating, their synergy with Braydon’s true body promised exceptional results.
Turning to Green Lotus, the ancient martial arts banished immortal extolled, “A connate path body ranks atop the ancient physique rankings; he’s naturally attuned to the path and renowned below the immortal realm. His cultivation knows no bottlenecks.”
“You nearly t your demise. I will give it my all,” Green Lotus affird.
With a wave of the ancient martial arts banished immortal’s hand, 3,000 ancient martial arts imperial paths materialized above the spirit river.
Together, Green Lotus and the ancient martial arts banished immortal delved into profound comprehension.
Simultaneously, in the outside world, behind Braydon, the 3,000 imperial paths erged.
In a re instant, the sword imperial path among the 3,000 imperial paths surged in power, claiming the pinnacle.
anwhile, the imperial path, adorned with golden bricks, extended.
From 110 ters to 200 ters, the imperial path ascended, reaching the second-level sword imperial path in a flash—an unprecedented feat, a testant to Braydon’s unparalleled talent in martial arts.
At that mont, Braydon’s eyes flew open in astonishnt.
The ancient martial arts banished immortal and the martial arts banished immortal exchanged stunned glances before turning their gaze to the third mber, Green Lotus.
This individual was beyond extraordinary!
Even with the combined efforts of Braydon’s original body and the ancient martial arts banished immortal, they paled in comparison to the green lotus banished immortal’s solo cultivation.
His prowess in martial arts was truly staggering.
With a connate path body ranking at the peak of ancient physique, his potential was truly fearso.
In the blink of an eye, Green Lotus had elevated his sword imperial path to the second level—a breakthrough of unprecedented speed.
Continuing his cultivation within his spiritual aperture, Green Lotus’ progress showed no signs of slowing.
Half a day later, the sword imperial path underwent another breakthrough, reaching the third level.
The martial arts banished immortal shook his head in disbelief, murmuring, “Third Brother’s talent is almost otherworldly. Leading this team won’t be a walk in the park.”
Undoubtedly, Green Lotus stood out as a remarkable anomaly.
His mastery of the imperial path already surpassed that of Braydon’s.
Born from the three green lotuses on Braydon, he was a phenonon beyond comprehension.
Considering the imnse national fate absorbed by the ancient martial arts banished immortals, it was astounding that they still paled in comparison to Green Lotus.
Braydon sat cross-legged, appearing nonchalant in the face of Green Lotus’ remarkable progress.
With a casual gesture, he produced a green seed in his palm—a seed of life, implanted by Constantine Siegel during Braydon’s youth, which had reduced his talent by 30%.
Carrying it with him always, it was now ti to refine it.
Failure to do so would leave Braydon at the rcy of Green Lotus’ superior advancent.
Feeling the weight of unprecedented pressure, Braydon’s true body found itself under imnse strain.
Rarely had anyone of his generation posed a challenge to Braydon, but today, Green Lotus proved to be an unexpected source of pressure—a challenge from within.
With closed eyes, Braydon visualized a green seed hovering above him.
Suddenly, a surge of pure life force cascaded down upon him.
Over ten years’ worth of essence Qi was absorbed by the seed of life from Braydon; it was now all being returned to him.
Through this process, Braydon would return to his original perfect state, rectifying the flaw within his body.
As the long nights passed beneath the starry sky, Braydon dedicated an entire month to refining and absorbing the single green seed.
The astounding cultivation speed of the Great Void of Kylo Art to the fifth level was truly remarkable.
Despite this, it still took Braydon a month to absorb it.
The seed of life had been nestled within Braydon’s body for over ten years, absorbing an unknown quantity of essence Qi.
Once Braydon assimilated this power, he was astounded.
His aura grew increasingly majestic and fearso.
An emperor’s body comprised 206 bones, each necessitating a drop of blood essence for refinent.
The seed of life provided Braydon with ten drops of blood essence.
In just one month, he had achieved what would have taken nine years of arduous effort!
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