Chapter 1345: Sweeping Across the Divine-Level
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
It precisely struck the divine pill, as these pills required the purifying touch of heavenly lightning before ingestion.
Once swallowed, a divine pill could endure for a millennium within the world.
Xetsa Yeza’s serene visage belied the intense activity within, her brow emitting a gentle glow as power surged from her spiritual aperture.
The ntal path, paved ticulously with golden bricks, spanned an impressive 999 ters, leaving her on the cusp of the 1,000-ter threshold to the divine path.
At the terminus of this imperial path lay a diminutive yet resplendent white flower—the very core of her path.
What profound power did this floral emblem represent?
“Flowers bloom, flowers fall, and flowers fill the sky,” murmured Xetsa, her lips parting slightly.
A subtle tremor coursed through the imperial path, hinting at an imminent expansion, with only a ter remaining to achieve the transformative feat of a thousand-ter divine path—a path that would unfurl across the realm.
Amidst the relentless onslaught of heavenly lightning, her ntal path appeared to undergo a subtle enlargent.
Originally spanning 999 ters, it now neared perfection at 1,000 ters—the hallmark of the divine path.
Only the path cultivated at the conclusion of this 1,000-ter divine path could undergo the wondrous tamorphosis ahead.
The delicate flower, swaying gently in the breeze, suddenly burst into full bloom.
As its petals unfurled, a vibrant stan erged, its hues spanning the spectrum of five elents.
“The power of the five elents!” exclaid Braydon Neal, taken aback by the flower’s extraordinary nature.
This revelation hinted at Xetsa’s mastery of more than one technique, focusing instead on cultivating the elental forces.
With each bloom of the flower, the essence of the five elents manifested, solidifying Xetsa’s connection to their power.
The five-colored stan symbolized her command over these elental forces.
As the flower reached full bloom, the divine path materialized.
Yet, as swiftly as it appeared, the 1,000-ter divine path began to crumble, its collapse t with little surprise—it was the inevitable conclusion, the final step in this transformative journey.
The core of the 1,000-ter imperial path should have revealed itself by now, but as the road disintegrated, the flower wilted, its petals scattering into the air.
Only the five-colored pistils remained, morphing into chains of order.
“Cultivate order first, then law,” declared the artifact spirit’s voice from Braydon’s spiritual aperture, encapsulating the essence of the 1,000-ter divine path in just one sentence.
The core artifact, Five Chains of Order, had finally erged.
Each chain, delicate and slender like a chopstick, encircled Xetsa, embodying the nascent stages of her mastery.
As the divine pill descended above her head, the Chains of Order seamlessly rged with it, marking the culmination of this profound transformation.
Xetsa ingested the divine pill, and imdiately, a trendous surge of aura erupted from her being with a resounding bang!
Its pressure seed to envelop the entire world, matching the intensity of a great-success emperor.
Once the transformation was complete, Xetsa’s deanor turned even colder, akin to a celestial empress casting her gaze disdainfully upon all living beings.
“Congratulations, Divine Priest Xetsa!” exclaid soone in astonishnt. “Congratulations on ascending to the divine realm!”
“Congratulations, Divine Priest!” echoed the respectful gazes of countless aboriginal warriors.
However, Xetsa remained indifferent to their praise.
With the Oracle Palace in ruins, there was no longer a Divine Priest Xetsa, only a liberated soul unshackled from its forr constraints.
Clad in white, Xetsa had long sensed Braydon’s arrival.
She turned with a captivating smile, her voice as lodious as the whispers of nature.
Sauntering over with hands clasped behind her back, she playfully greeted, “Braydon, it’s been a while!”
Braydon couldn’t help but chuckle. “Seems like you’re eager for to know you’ve parted ways with the Oracle Palace.”
Xetsa nodded. “Indeed. The 16th Oracle Palace is no more. I’m finally free. The Great Divine Priest has no hold over anymore.”
“Congratulations,” Braydon replied, devoid of hostility.
Despite his prior warning to Xetsa that they would be adversaries upon eting again, her departure from the Oracle Palace rendered such enmity obsolete.
In Zunde Royal City, she refrained from harming any mbers of the Northern Army—they remained allies.
“Do you need my assistance?” Xetsa’s voice was gentle, catching Braydon off guard.
He hadn’t anticipated her offer to lend a hand.
“I’m free now,” Xetsa explained softly. “I’ve severed ties with the Oracle Palace. It’s my choice whom I aid.”
Braydon, taken aback by Xetsa’s unexpected help, inquired, “You’ve forged five chains of order with your divine pill, nearly matching the strength of a great-success divine. Why assist ?”
“Didn’t I just tell you?” Xetsa replied with a helpless smile. “I choose who I aid.”
Braydon, equally puzzled by Xetsa’s actions, couldn’t help but smile wryly.
Despite his confusion, having another friend outweighed having another foe.
With nurous adversaries looming over the Northern Army, Xetsa’s willingness to assist ant a safeguard for Zunde Royal City.
With a divine figure defending the city, it would be impregnable unless Rayha Qhobela intervened.
Braydon could then manage any potential threats with ease.
“I’ll accept your assistance,” Braydon declared firmly.
However, before he could fully digest Xetsa’s offer, a cold snort echoed from the distant sky—Rayha had arrived!
The ergence of a new divine inevitably drew the attention of those at the bronze door.
Rayha and two other divine-level experts made their arrival, intending to invite the new divine to accompany them to the bronze door and venture into the outside world together.
However, what they didn’t anticipate were the words they would hear next.
Rayha whispered upon spotting her, “Xetsa, you’ve chosen to assist them?”
Rayha’s expression turned sour.
The new divine was Xetsa who was supposed to be her aide from the Oracle Palace.
Yet, to her disbelief, Xetsa had opted to aid Braydon instead.
“The Oracle Palace is no more,” Xetsa explained softly. “I am now free to decide whom I wish to assist.”
“Then you’re asking for trouble!” Rayha lashed out in fury.
As a great-success divine in martial arts expertise, her attack was imminent.
Xetsa, however, remained unfazed.
With a re flick of her delicate hand, the power of the five elents enveloped her form, coalescing into a wheel above her head—a manifestation of the five-colored teachings.
Shifting with the wind, it blanketed the entire sky of Zunde Royal City.
The five-elent wheel harbored each elental force within its circumference, spinning with purpose.
As Rayha’s wind and thunder spell technique collided with the wheel, it was swiftly absorbed without a ripple, disintegrating upon contact and rging seamlessly into the wheel.
“What?” Rayha exclaid, taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.
“Five-Elent Forbidden Art!” echoed the astonishnt of the two aboriginal divines accompanying Rayha.
Their shock wasn’t unwarranted—it had been centuries since such a practitioner of martial arts had surfaced.
Xetsa’s decision to tread this path revealed a potential far surpassing that of Rayha.
For years, Xetsa’s cultivation of ancient martial arts had remained concealed from the world, her talent far more formidable than outsiders could fathom.
Now, having ascended to divine status, her true prowess was laid bare for all to witness, rendering Rayha powerless in her presence.
“Mansa, Hondo,” Braydon addressed the two aboriginal divines calmly, his tone resolute.
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