Chapter 1392: The Forbidden Path
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
They all faced the sa outco: Wolfhart Neal failed to surpass the seventh stage, while Jaromir Neal faltered at the sixth.
“Your Highness, the details of the final three trials must remain confidential,” cautioned Soul Slave No. 3.
“I understand. I have a question for you: How much has the combat strength of the guardian creature on the eleventh stage increased? Tens of thousands?”
Braydon Neal’s inquiry sent shockwaves through the room.
How many tis?
Ten thousand tis alone was staggering enough.
“Twenty thousand tis,” Soul Slave No. 3 hesitated briefly before divulging the information.
“No wonder,” remarked Braydon.
Despite his 8,000-fold amplification from the 256 hexagrams, he still couldn’t match the great blazing sun’s might.
The disparity was indeed staggering.
Kohen Neal and the others were taken aback.
A 20,000-fold amplification at the sa realm was almost unfathomable.
It seed clear that they had no intention of allowing anyone to clear the stage.
“I’ll attempt it once more,” declared Braydon after a mont’s contemplation.
“Your Highness, perhaps you should take a brief respite before reentering?” suggested Soul Slave No. 3, recognizing the considerable gap between Braydon and the great blazing sun of the eleventh stage.
“I’ll give it another try,” replied Braydon with a faint smile.
He had a trump card up his sleeve.
Utilizing these thods would undoubtedly elevate his combat prowess.
Yet, the looming question remained: would he unwittingly tread the devil path?
Nonetheless, this was an inevitable dilemma, for it was the path chosen by the ancient martial arts banished immortal!
The martial path resembled a boat battling against the current; there was no turning back.
Once again, the door to the second floor of the Ivory Tower opened automatically, drawing everyone’s attention.
None dared to mock Braydon.
Who would dare laugh at a prodigy who had ascended to the eleventh stage?
In the ten thousand years of its existence, the Ivory Tower had only seen one reach the seventh level.
Braydon’s achievent spoke volus.
Stepping into the Ivory Tower once more, Braydon faced the daunting presence of the great blazing sun.
“You’ve returned?” Balulu asked in surprise. “I’m quite curious.”
Despite knowing the odds were against him, Braydon persisted.
Balulu’s imnse body, spanning ten miles in diater, resembled a blazing sun, radiating scorching temperatures.
“My apologies for the interruption,” Braydon expressed apologetically.
Although repeatedly challenging them seed improper, Braydon couldn’t forsake attempting the eleventh stage, regardless of the obstacles.
Balulu’s combat prowess boasted a staggering 20,000-fold amplification.
A unique life form existing within the vast universe.
Braydon sought a match at his level.
In this mont, actions spoke louder than words.
Braydon launched an attack.
This ti, he abstained from employing the martial arts banished immortal and the green lotus banished immortal, as they proved futile against Balulu.
Eventually, Braydon resorted to the ancient martial arts banished immortal.
Instantaneously, 3,000 paths erged, forming an imperial path paved with golden bricks.
Each path extended roughly 400 ters.
With the backing of these 3,000 imperial paths, Braydon’s aura surged, augnting his battle prowess by 4,000 tis.
“Your cultivation level is too low,” Balulu remarked. “You cultivate 3,000 paths yet fail to unleash their power. It pales in comparison to the Yin-Yang Saint Technique you practice.”
“Is that so?” Braydon chuckled lightly before shouting, “Myriad Path Diagram!”
With a whoosh, the 3,000 paths began to intertwine—yin and yang, the path of the five elents, light, darkness, wind, rain, thunder, lightning, and other imperial paths lding together.
Their convergence gradually ford a similar image.
As the diagram took shape, Braydon stood up, his aura skyrocketing rapidly.
It surged exponentially, amplifying his combat power by 8,000 tis!
Clad in white robes, Braydon exuded a palpable aura of determination, his dark eyes gleaming with a resolute madness.
This path proved exceedingly arduous!
Despite Braydon’s intellect and understanding, stepping onto this path risked pushing him into a state of frenzy.
Having fused 3,000 paths, Braydon faced an astronomical challenge.
The nine great paths alone spawned 362,880 variations.
Furthermore, Braydon cultivated the 3,000 great paths.
While manageable if cultivated individually, Braydon and the ancient martial arts banished immortal treaded the sa martial path.
The ancient martial arts banished immortal deftly wielded the Taiji, deducing the Eight Trigrams and harnessing 30,000 human techniques within Taiji and the Eight Trigrams.
Yet, the path Braydon and the ancient martial arts banished immortals embarked on lay beyond their control.
The interwoven 3,000 great paths ford a chaotic Myriad Path Diagram.
A minute shift in one imperial path reverberated across the other 2,999 paths.
Such intricacies ant that a slight deviation could trigger billions of changes.
Who could navigate such a cultivation path with certainty?
When the great blazing sun beheld Braydon’s Myriad Path Diagram, it shrieked like a child. “Forbidden devil path! Braydon, you’re courting death!”
“Kill them!”
Braydon’s killing intent erupted as he launched his attack.
His combat strength surged by 8,000 tis, but this was just the beginning.
After the Myriad Path Diagram erged, the 3,000 imperial paths intertwined, appearing chaotic yet interconnected.
Hovering behind Braydon, they lent him their support as he charged toward Balulu and threw a punch.
The sun barrier displayed a deep dent but fell short of being torn apart.
“Activate the Myriad Path Diagram!” Braydon maintained his composure.
“If you do, you’ll likely go berserk like last ti!” warned the martial arts banished immortal.
Despite the caution, the ancient martial arts banished immortal did not hesitate.
He manipulated the Myriad Path Diagram, gently adjusting the outermost imperial path: the path of water.
With a subtle shift, the Myriad Path Diagram altered, further enhancing Braydon’s aura. It swelled violently, akin to a rampaging beast, continually escalating.
His battle strength amplification had already surpassed 10,000 tis, stabilizing finally at 16,000 tis.
When Braydon threw his punch, the sun barrier in front of him tore apart, revealing Balulu’s true form: a six or seven-year-old child with red skin and adorable demon horns.
Reverting to his child-like voice, Balulu spoke angrily, “You dare to cultivate the forbidden devil path, Braydon Neal? It’s not too late to turn back now. If you cultivate the Yin-Yang Saint Technique, your future will be limitless.”
“Long-winded!”
Braydon retorted, tearing through the sun barrier and confronting Balulu.
Despite his young appearance, Braydon recognized the potential threat Balulu posed.
Special life forms like him could have lifespans far beyond ordinary humans.
At this mont, Braydon’s eyes glead pitch black, a hint of demonic Qi emanating from them.
His path had manifested in the cosmos before, but it was deed a forbidden devil path, strictly prohibited by the human race.
If one were to cultivate it, it would lead to their extermination, making it a taboo practice.
There must be a reason as to why it was a taboo.
In their head-to-head battle, Balulu, with his combat power amplified by 20,000 tis, found himself completely suppressed by Braydon’s relentless assaults.
Braydon’s attacks were fierce and unmatched, leaving Balulu feeling increasingly threatened.
Forced to resort to extre asures, Balulu gritted his teeth.
“Braydon Neal, you’re the first person in countless years to push this far. I want you dead!”
With those words, his horns radiated with a dark red light, conjuring a red beam that tore through space with frightening speed.
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