Chapter 1396: Three Years of Closed-Door ditation
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Because once a super genius reached their zenith, they could reshape the very foundations of power within the Spirit Sea!
Carlton Yokley, previously engaged in conversation with Kohen Neal, abruptly excused himself, his mood soured by the monuntal event unfolding.
Among those genuinely elated for Braydon Neal were none other than his own kin—the mbers of the Neal family.
Youngsters brimd with excitent and pride at their peer’s remarkable feat.
At the pinnacle of the Ivory Tower stood its ultimate trial—the Sunset World.
Veiled in monstrous demonic aura, Braydon charged forth, undeterred by the daunting task ahead.
The horizon of the thirteenth stage bathed in the warm hues of a setting sun, a serene backdrop against which a figure in green robes stood, hands clasped behind his back.
Sensing Braydon’s intrusion, he addressed the intruder calmly, noting his unprecedented breach of the tower’s sanctity. “You are the first to reach this stage of the No.788 Ivory Tower.”
“Kill him!” commanded Braydon, his deanor tainted by the lingering influence of the demonic Qi, though his intentions remained unbridled.
Unperturbed, the green-robed figure gestured, erecting an invisible barrier that ensnared Braydon.
“I witnessed your prowess in the preceding stages,” he remarked, revealing himself as the artifact spirit of the Ivory Tower and guardian of the twelfth stage—a figure of imnse significance within the cosmic hierarchy of the starry skies.
“You struggle to harness the Myriad Path Diagram,” the green-robed sage observed. “Focus instead on mastering the Yin-Yang Saint Technique. Your potential knows no bounds.”
His words resonated within Braydon’s psyche, planting seeds of contemplation amidst the chaos of battle.
He also intended to purge the demonic Qi from his body, rousing 30% of his consciousness.
“How much amplification does the twelfth level require?” Braydon inquired casually.
“There’s no fixed asure. Your opponent could be or even yourself,” the green-robed figure disclosed, indicating his intention to bar passage through the final stage.
As the tower’s celestial guardian, he possessed boundless combat potential and had no intention of allowing anyone to breach this ultimate trial.
“I’ll choose myself as my adversary,” declared Braydon.
“Forbidden devil path against forbidden devil path?” the green-robed man exclaid with a hint of amusent.
With a flick of his wrist, a doppelgänger clad in black robes materialized before them, identical in appearance and aura.
Behind the replica stood the imposing Myriad Path Diagram, mirroring Braydon’s own power.
The green-robed guardian signaled the comncent of their duel, “Let’s begin. The thirteenth level of the Ivory Tower. Those who co here are basically challenging themselves. Only a few silly people challenge and are killed by .”
There was no way to beat the green-robed man of the thirteenth stage.
He was an artifact spirit, so he could amplify his combat strength as much as he wanted in the tower.
“Let’s begin. Every Ivory Tower has prepared a small gift for the first person to clear it. I hope you can get it.”
The green-robed man smiled warmly.
He was very interested in the clash between the two forbidden devil paths.
As Braydon launched his assault, his demonic blade cleaved through reality itself, embodying his unwavering determination.
However, their space was tightly sealed by the green-robed guardian, impervious to their assaults.
No matter how fervently they attacked, their efforts were futile.
Breaking through would signify a power capable of annihilating the Ivory Tower itself.
Undeterred, the black-robed Braydon summoned his own demonic blade, engaging his doppelgänger in a clash of monstrous Qi.
Their sword techniques mirrored each other, each blow resulting in mutual injury.
If this stalemate persisted, they would et their demise together—rendering the level insurmountable.
Realizing the futility of their confrontation, Braydon made a bold move—he manipulated the Myriad Path Diagram.
However, this ti, rather than bolstering his strength, the diagram’s intricate patterns intertwined with streaks of the imperial path, evoking a chaotic aura.
The billions of variations contained within the Myriad Path Diagram threatened to overwhelm Braydon’s psyche.
Defeated by the ceaseless flux of change, the Myriad Path Diagram collapsed, its powers clashing without explosion—a stroke of luck amidst impending catastrophe.
As the demonic aura dissipated, Braydon’s pallid face betrayed his struggle, blood staining his lips in defiance of his efforts.
Simultaneously, from Braydon’s agile form erged the ancient martial arts banished immortal, the dissipating demonic aura now completely gone.
Yet, what proved most alarming was the dissolution of the ancient martial arts banished immortal’s corporeal form concurrent with the Myriad Path Diagram’s collapse—a testant to the futility of his endeavors.
“Why is this happening?” Braydon demanded, his frustration palpable.
“You employed the Origin Separation Technique and used a split body to cultivate the paths. Were you unaware of the inherent risks?” the green-robed figure approached, noting Braydon’s genuine distress. “You’ve dodged a bullet, young one!”
Countless prodigies who trod the forbidden devil path t a fate akin to the ancient martial arts banished immortal—succumbing to the collapse of the myriad paths.
Incapable of controlling the fluctuations of the 3,000 great paths, they perished as the cosmic order crumbled around them.
Although injured, Braydon’s wounds were not fatal.
“Seek to understand the collapse of the myriad paths,” the green-robed guardian advised solemnly. “All within the Ivory Tower is but an illusion.”
Indeed, everything within the Ivory Tower proved illusory.
The collapse of Braydon’s Myriad Path Diagram and the demise of the ancient martial arts banished immortal were re semblances.
As if trapped within a dream, Braydon grappled with the enigmatic nature of his reality.
This was an invaluable treasure.
Many experts exploring their own paths found solace in cultivating within the Ivory Tower, free from the worry of straying astray.
Braydon activated his dual-pupils, peering at the 3,000 great paths with intense focus.
With each gaze, a ntal pathway paved with golden bricks crumbled to dust, the collapse swift and relentless.
Having completed his examination, Braydon expressed his gratitude to the green-robed guardian before departing the Ivory Tower.
Though he failed the thirteenth stage, he harbored no despair—opportunities abound in the future.
His defeat was not at the hands of an external adversary, but rather his own internal struggle with the Myriad Path Diagram.
As the door to the second level swung open, Braydon erged unchanged, flanked by the unscathed banished immortals.
The Ivory Tower’s enchantnt indeed proved miraculous.
“Your Highness!” Soul Slave No. 3 greeted him with utmost reverence.
“Braydon, do you need to return to the family?” Kohen inquired, stepping forward.
“Yes, Patriarch. I’m heading into seclusion upon my return,” Braydon declared firmly.
For him, resolving the Myriad Path Diagram had beco paramount, a challenge crucial to the future of the banished immortals and his martial journey.
Kohen nodded decisively.
“Understood. If you require anything for your cultivation, simply let know. Focus on your practice, and leave the rest to us.”
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