ushernet Chapter 1333: Save Nine Years of Effort
Chapter 1333: Save Nine Years of Effort
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 times stronger than new emperors when exerting their full power.
However, each advancement proved arduous, and the magnitude of improvement paled in comparison to Braydon’s.
In their eyes, Braydon’s current realm was rudimentary, 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 times. Should they all reach the second level, the resulting power would surpass that of a newly ascended emperor by... 300,000 times!”
This revelation far exceeded the original potency of the sixth level of the divine realm, which stood at a mere 36,000 times amplification.
At that moment, Braydon’s eyes sparkled with determination.
If he could enhance his strength once more, the prospect of slaying 35 divines wouldn’t remain a mere fantasy.
However, time was not on his side—he had but one year.
Within this year, Braydon had ascended to a level where confronting divines became conceivable.
It was an arduous, nearly insurmountable task.
Yet, for someone like Braydon, giving up was not an option, even if success seemed improbable.
Chaos loomed, 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 mere insects.
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 phenomenon beyond comprehension.
Considering the immense 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 time to refine it.
Failure to do so would leave Braydon at the mercy of Green Lotus’ superior advancement.
Feeling the weight of unprecedented pressure, Braydon’s true body found itself under immense 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 fearsome.
An emperor’s body comprised 206 bones, each necessitating a drop of blood essence for refinement.
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!