Chapter 1255: Green Lotus God


    Editor:EndlessFantasy Trantion


    With such an extensive territory and 37 aboriginal cities, feeding the million soldiers of the Northern Army was an easy feat.


    Even sustaining three to five million elites posed no challenge.


    If needed, Luther Carden could consider expanding the army or deploying the Sanguine Army and the Gray Wolf Army into the 16th ruin.


    However, as the situation had just stabilized, these discussions could be postponed forter.


    In the vast ruins, the enormous ancient bronze ship elerated to its maximum speed, reaching an impressive 9,000 meters per second.


    The intricacies of the martial arts civilization’s technology were often beyond modernprehension.


    Covered in runes and powered by beast cores, the bronze ship’s mechanisms were a mystery to ordinary people, especially if transported to the outside world.


    Onboard the bronze ship, Xetsa Yeza personally apanied Braydon Neal.


    When F Yengo entered the cabin, he said, “Young Divine Lord, the bronze ship is passing by the Zunde Royal Dynasty. I need to go back and take charge of the situation there. I can’t follow you to the Oracle Pce. Do you need anything? I’ll get someone to prepare it in advance.”<div>


    Braydon shook his head lightly. There was nothing he needed.


    Understanding his wishes, F tactfully withdrew.


    Xetsa then said softly, “There arenumerous descendants of the gods in the Oracle Pce, and you will meet many people of your age, including young girls.”


    However, Braydon showed little interest in such matters, prompting Xetsa to smile faintly and refrain from further discussion.


    Young girls? It had nothing to do with Braydon.


    As the ancient bronze ship arrived at a royal city, the bustling capital surpassed all aboriginal ancient cities in prosperity.


    A multitude of people gathered, with the city’s poption exceeding 20 million.


    Additionally, a significant number of experts resided within, making the capital city’s foundation superior to any empire in the outside world.


    Braydon stood on the ancient bronze ship, gazing at the ancient city with his hands sped behind his back, lost in thought for a long while.


    Beside him, Xetsa stood shoulder to shoulder, offering a faint smile as she spoke, “As a descendant of the Divine Lord, when you ascend to power in the future, the entire ruins will be under your rule. You won’t need to concern yourself with just one capital city.”


    “The ruler of all the ruins, like the previous Divine Lord?” Braydon inquired.


    Xetsa replied softly, “Indeed, the first Divine Lordmanded immense reverence from all the gods due to his majestic presence. And you, having mastered the martial arts banished immortal, are destined to be the second Divine Lord in the future.”


    Braydon listened attentively, pondering whether the Great Divine Priests of the Oracle Pce would readily submit to a young man like himself.


    At only 21 years old, he realized that tomand their obedience, he would need strength surpassing theirs.


    Even then, the Great Divine Priests responsible for the various ruins would not yield easily.


    F, Lyapo Dubazane, and others alighted the bronze ship, and Braydon’s group set sail once more, bound for the Donta Imperial Dynasty—the location of the 16th Oracle Pce, situated in the imperial city.


    After a full day’s journey at the bronze ship’s maximum speed, they reached the Donta Imperial City, located 60,000 miles from Machusa, emphasizing the immense size of the ruins.


    The bustling imperial city sprawled as far as the eye could see, divided into the inner and outer city, eachrger than Zunde Capital City.


    As they flew overhead, aborigines knelt in reverence, acknowledging the Oracle Pce’s authority.<div>


    Observing the vastness of the imperial city from the bronze ship, Braydon gained a deeper understanding of the aborigines’ overall strength.


    The bronze door linking the outside world and the ruins stood as a critical barrier that must remain sealed.


    Opening it would allow hordes of aborigines to flood into the outside world, potentially leading to the conquest and destruction of all countries.


    The formidable strength of the aborigines made people despair.<div>


    As the bronze ship gradually slowed its pace, traversing the entire expanse of the imperial city, it eventually reached the easternmost section—a restricted area belonging to the Oracle Pce.


    Trespassers were met with swift and merciless death, as the sanctity of the gods’ resting ce was not to be disturbed by outsiders.


    In the east, towering pces pierced the sky, with one in particr crowned by a human-shaped statue exuding an aura of dominance thatmanded submission.


    This statue, weathered by thousands of years, represented none other than the Divine Lord himself—the first of his kind and the founder of the Oracle Pce.


    Braydon, standing upon the bronze vessel, felt an unsettling sensation within his very being. His vitality stirred restlessly, causing his aura to waver slightly.


    Sensing his difort, Xetsa inquired, “What’s wrong?”


    Struggling to maintainposure, Braydon responded, “That statue… Who is it?”


    His breaths came inbored gasps, evidence of the internal battle he waged to contain the turmoil stirring within him.


    His body, which had been pushed to its limits, seemed to harbor atent strength yearning to be unleashed.


    This sensation evoked memories of the Spirit Awakening Ceremony for Braydon—an experience akin to when his bloodline was stirred during the ceremony at the Lenver Pond.


    Under normal circumstances, such feelings would be expected at the Lenver Pond.


    But now, Braydon couldn’t fathom why he was experiencing them here.


    Observing his agitation, Xetsa inquired, “That’s the statue of the Divine Lord. Given your upbringing in the outside world, it might be connected to your ancestral heritage. What’s happening to you?”<div>


    “I need to go there,” Braydon dered, his heart driven by an overwhelming urge.


    Apelling force seemed to beckon him forward, yet Braydon found himself struggling, his very ability to flypromised.


    Without hesitation, Xetsa scooped him up and soared toward the imposing figure of the statue.


    The statue of the Divine Lord exuded a majestic presence, even challenging Xetsa’s ability to fly in the air, such was its imposing aura.


    As Braydon drew closer, the restlessness within his blood intensified, apanied by a surge of hidden power that prompted a transformation within him.


    Suddenly, a colossal lotus flower burst forth from Braydon’s being—a vibrant red nine-petaled lotus, asrge as a bathtub, descending to rest at his feet.


    The appearance of the red lotus flower stirred the Oracle Pce into action.


    The Oracle Pce had ten Divine Priests, including Xetsa.


    They were normally stationed in various royal dynasties.


    There were a few Divine Priests based in the Oracle Pce.


    However, today, all the Divine Priests were in the Oracle Pce.


    “The Green Lotus God!” eximed a Divine Priest with fiery red hair, his voice filled with astonishment. “Has his descendant emerged?”


    “Green Lotus God, among the few titanic figures in our martial arts history, stands equal to the Divine Lord. Could this be the awakening of his bloodline descendant?” spected another Divine Priest, his eyes brimming with tion.<div>