Chapter 1817: A Failed Seclusion Chapter 1817: A Failed Seclusion Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “There is soone in the divine palace who has killed an ancient god with the cultivation level of a heavenly god,” Deacon Iversen softly reminded them.
“Do you think the four of us can’t do it?” Loki Foreman asked.
“If I go all out, I can kill an ancient god!” Bedirhan Leitner declared.
“Give so ti,” Femi Kabbah continued.
“I can completely control the battle prowess of a heavenly god and kill a great fulfillnt ancient god.
I have a seventy percent chance of succeeding.” “I can do it too!” Garvie Nantz chid in, though he was at a disadvantage because he was less experienced.
The youth raised his hand, indicating he could also kill an ancient god. No one had ever seen Garvie’s peak combat strength before, so just how strong was he now that he had entered the heavenly god realm? Outsiders couldn’t predict it, but there was no doubt that Garvie’s potential was the most terrifying among the four.
Deacon Iversen’s eyes dulled as he struggled to respond. However, the battle results were clear to everyone—Deacon Iversen, a great fulfillnt heavenly god, had almost died at the hands of these brothers. Joining the divine palace would certainly not be a problem!
“Do the four of you have any concerns?” Elder Ebbe Cortsen asked slowly.
“To join the divine palace, must one cut off ties with the mortal world?” Bedirhan frowned.
Deacon Iversen explained, “There’s no need for that.
It’s just that the divine palace has rules.
Anyone who enters the divine palace is not allowed to leave without permission for a thousand years.” Loki was puzzled. What was the purpose of such rules in the divine palace?
Elder Ebbe explained gently, “Those who enter the divine palace for the first ti may have various goals.
They may also want to use the resources of the divine palace to achieve their own cultivation goals.
Once their goals are achieved, they will leave.” “Understood!” The four from Loki instantly grasped the situation. The divine palace was not a charity. It wasn’t a place where anyone could co and go as they pleased. Any cultivator could join the divine palace for a thousand years—it was like an observation period for recruiting geniuses into the divine palace.
Their character and potential would be evaluated. The key factors were talent and potential. As for character, it was secondary—after all, how many good people were there in the cultivation world? How many good people were there! Whose hands weren’t stained with blood? Who hadn’t stepped on the corpses of their peers to reach the peak?
As for being a good person? In an environnt where experts trampled on the rules with impunity, they would likely be devoured sooner or later.
And so, the four were taken away by Elder Ebbe. Deacon Iversen accompanied them to the divine palace.
On the sa day, in a remote corner of the Divine World, a white-robed youth appeared. The young man was handso, with red lips and white teeth. His clothes were untouched by the mortal world, and his hands were clean and folded behind his back. He was very special—he seed to have no soul, only a body. Yet this body inadvertently exuded a terrifying and oppressive aura.
If Loki were here, they would surely recognize this figure as Grand Master! This was Braydon Neal’s physical form, but it wasn’t truly Braydon—just a body without a soul, incomplete. However, he represented Braydon and walked the world. He seed to have no strength at all.
“After three thousand years of dreaming, I woke up one day and realized that I had taken the wrong path.” A bitter smile tugged at the corners of the young man’s lips.
Three thousand years of hard work—wasted! The heavenly mark cultivation thod hadn’t t his expectations. He hadn’t reached the end yet. Braydon’s path platform, consciousness, and even his physical body were all in seclusion. The body he had condensed now was just a failed product!
This was the biggest setback Braydon had ever faced in his life. Three thousand years of seclusion had been wasted. He hadn’t achieved the desired result.
Braydon stepped onto the ground and closed his eyes, sensing the location of the four.
In the end, he discovered that the four of them were moving together at an extrely fast pace.
“With such speed, I’m afraid a god supre has intervened,” Braydon murmured.
Swoosh! He vanished, heading east.
Ninety thousand miles to the east, surrounded by mountains and mist, a palace faintly appeared under the do of the sky. The palaces stretched high into the sky as far as the eye could see. To the south of the palace complex stood a massive ancient gate. A plaque hung high above it, marking the ancient sect. It was called the divine palace!
Braydon had silently arrived. He glanced at the ancient gate and whispered, “So, there were indeed survivors of the Divine World!” Idris Kalman destroyed the Divine World and wiped out the gods, but he didn’t kill them all! The ones who slipped through the net weren’t pursued. Now, it seed that those who had escaped were hiding here.
Back then, in the Divine World, the most terrifying faction, even the Hall of Gods, was under the control of a super faction—the divine palace. Unfortunately, Idris had personally destroyed the Hall of Gods. And now, the divine palace was here!
A smile appeared on Braydon’s lips as mories of the past surfaced in his mind. At that mont, a loud clap of thunder rang out.
“Why are you arresting my disciples?” Braydon was as light as a breeze. This madman wasn’t here to visit the divine palace—he was here to attack them. He opened his mouth and demanded!
Sixteen true gods were guarding the gate.
“What?” One of the young n found it absurd. He looked at Braydon in disbelief.
“You ca to the divine palace to demand for soone?” “That’s right!” Braydon smiled faintly.
The young true god looked at him like he was a fool.
“The divine palace has its reasons for arresting people.
Others would hide in fear of being implicated, yet you still dare to co and ask for them?” “In the past 90,000 years, no one has dared to co to my divine palace to ask for soone.
Child, your courage is comndable!” At the south gate of the divine palace, an elder was overseeing it. He was called the guardian elder! There was even a guardian god general—both were god supre realm experts, higher than the ancient gods.
He was a god supre, capable of establishing a sect in the Ancient Divine Realm. Braydon believed that the four had been detained by the divine palace. However, since their auras were still strong and they were alive, Braydon wasn’t in a hurry.
A middle-aged man in a red robe appeared behind the door—the red-robed elder!
“Elder Kadlec!” The 16 true gods bowed as he appeared. This was Elder Stettman Kadlec.
“Child, since you are young and ignorant, I will allow you to leave and let bygones be bygones,” he said indifferently.
“Interesting!
Looks like I’ll have to go in personally today!” Braydon chuckled.
“You still want to fight?” Stettman was surprised.
“Child, once you make a move, it will be regarded as provoking the divine palace.
There will be no turning back!” The divine palace had four gates, and the south gate was the main one. Attacking the main gate was more than just provocation—it ant an assault on the divine palace itself. The divine palace would not hesitate to kill Braydon to protect its dignity.
Braydon chuckled.
“If it were the divine palace of old, I might still have a little fear today.
Unfortunately, the Hall of Gods has been destroyed, and the divine palace of the past has vanished.” He spoke the sentence in a joking manner, and Stettman’s expression changed.
“Who are you?” he asked angrily.
Few people knew the origin of the divine palace, except for those ancient beings. Yet today, a white-robed youth dared to speak with such audacity.
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