HBWnovel Chapter 1312: The Real Purpose
Chapter 1312: The Real Purpose
Chapter 1312: The Real Purpose
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Sorrell Neal was taken aback.
He sensed that his elder brother Braydon Neal’s aura was becoming increasingly formidable, almost suffocating him in his presence.
“Brother, I’ll accompany you to the Zunde Royal City,” Sorrell volunteered, eager to join them.
Braydon wasted no time and swiftly brought his younger brother along, accelerating to maximum speed.
Along the way, thunderous sonic booms echoed.
Braydon pushed his speed to the limit, reaching several times the speed of sound, hitting 3,000 meters per second.
His overall combat prowess had significantly heightened.
Meanwhile, upon entering the ruins, Braydon sensed a subtle suppression.
The second banished immortal had control over the mortal world’s 3,000 paths; he felt a slight discordance within the ruins.
Gradually, he understood why the aboriginal martial artists and the Oracle Palace’s martial artists were striving to venture beyond the ruins.
Despite the lack of spiritual energy or resources, the natural environment outside was inherently superior.
In the ruins, the sun, moon and stars were fake.
Emperor realm experts had begun their cultivation; comprehending the simulated environment was akin to grasping a fake path, hindering breakthroughs.
In the distant Zunde Royal Dynasty, Braydon maintained his maximum speed.
He knew Luther Carden would only seek aid if he faced dire circumstances.
With a quasi-divine leading the Donta Imperial Dynasty’s forces and the three royal dynasties mobilizing their armies, the scale of the impending conflict remained uncertain.
At 3,000 meters per second, Braydon pressed on.
In ten seconds, Braydon covered 30,000 meters, and in a hundred seconds, he traversed 300,000 meters, achieving a speed of 362 miles per minute.
In less than an hour, he arrived at the Zunde Royal Dynasty.
Upon his arrival, Braydon found the Zunde Royal Dynasty embroiled in a fierce battle.
The Gano Royal Dynasty, Zuanda Royal Dynasty, and Zbuja Royal Dynasty, all led by disciples of the Donta Imperial Family, were engaged in combat.
They were all Kyan Yengo’s sons.
The Donta Imperial Dynasty was distracted by the Oracle Palace, but the various royal dynasties in the 16th ruin had full potential for war.
“Quasi-divine?” Braydon’s tone turned cold. “Even ancient divines must meet their end today!”
Braydon resolved to take action.
Coincidentally, at that moment, a formidable pressure surged outside the city.
“Has the Young Divine Lord arrived?”
His resonant voice echoed across the land, carrying the weight of authority.
The pressure emanating from the quasi-divine Berko Yengo was palpable, his voice piercing.
In an instant, Braydon departed from the city lord’s mansion, reemerging outside the city limits.
Before him stretched 700 miles of desolate battlefield, scorched earth bearing witness to past conflicts.
A regal figure clad in royal robes stood amidst the desolation, exuding an aura of nobility.
He hailed from the prestigious Yengo family of the Donta Imperial Dynasty, a formidable quasi-divine.
Accompanying him were the three royal lords: Gano Royal Dynasty’s lord, Levar Yengo; Zuanda Royal Dynasty’s lord, Chata Yengo; and Zbuja Royal Dynasty’s lord, Funga Yengo.
These lords of the 16th ruin dwarfed even the 72 giants of South Pole Island upon the ruins’ initial opening.
Behind these four figures stood over a hundred emperor-level individuals, among whom twelve were recognizable as remnants of the Zunde Royal Dynasty’s civil officials, unexpectedly returning to the fray.
Behind the emperors amassed a sea of aboriginal martial artists, outnumbering the three Northern Army armies combined.
Their combined might aimed to swiftly conquer the Northern Army, a directive from the Donta Imperial Lord, Kyan Yengo, himself.
But above all, the primary objective was Braydon’s demise.
While the destruction of the Northern Army held importance, Braydon’s death was paramount.
As long as Braydon lived, Kyan would know no peace.
The Donta Imperial Dynasty had already become aware of Braydon’s cultivation of numerous imperial paths.
If he succeeded, it would spell disaster for the Donta Imperial Dynasty.
Quasi-divine Berko spoke softly, his words carrying a hint of humanity.
“Descendant of the Divine Lord, surrender the martial arts banished immortal. I can ensure your body remains intact and return it to the outside world after your demise. Your soul won’t be lost in a foreign land.”
His offer sounded almost compassionate.
“Are you here for the martial arts banished immortal?” Braydon inquired softly, his gaze fixed on Berko.
“It’s said that mastering the martial arts banished immortal unveils the secret to eternal life. The imperial family’s ancestors achieved this feat. Acquiring the martial arts banished immortal would allow us to take the final step and transcend the divine realm. We would reach heights beyond even the Divine Lord’s reach in the past. At that point, we would reign supreme over the 3,000 ruins, and the Oracle Palace would be compelled to bow before us,” Berko’s words laid bare the Donta Imperial Dynasty’s ambitions.
They had harbored designs to oust the Oracle Palace for centuries!