Chapter 1264: One Year’s Time is Up
Editor:EndlessFantasy Trantion
“After I defeat Matu Joko, I’ll buy you a drink,” Braydon Neal dered, undeterred by Xetsa Yeza’s advice.
His cultivation journey would persist.
He set his sights on pill refining, particrly the Body Tempering Pill.
Utilizing thousand-year-old spirit herbs, he aimed to enhance his physique once more.
Time was of the essence, with approximately seven months remaining.
However, Braydon understood that as he progressed further, each breakthrough would demand more time.
Bncing three cultivation paths while nearing the threshold of the emperor realm, Braydon harbored ambitions beyond eliminating the divine son.
His aspirations stretched to traversing the ruins and returning to Jaa’ku.
If he were to reach the tri-emperor realm, hisbat prowess could rival that of a quasi-divine, rendering him virtually unstoppable within the Oracle Pce save for Rayha Qhob.<div>
As Braydon delved into pill refining, Xetsa silently stood guard at the door, respecting his resolve.
With the aid of thousand-year-old herbs, Braydon meticulously crafted a cauldron of Body Tempering Pills approaching supreme grade quality.
Infusing them with purple Qi, he augmented their potency.
He took our ten scalding pills and crushed their pill shells.
Looking at the pills, he swallowed them without hesitation, and Braydon felt the surge of their potent medicinal energy coursing through him, refining his body to its core.
Braydon’s body, which had already been tempered, was twitching unconsciously.
The burning sensation searing through his bone marrow was excruciating, akin to ants gnawing at his very core.
It elicited a primal urge to shatter his own bones, a sensation that ignited a flicker of killing intent in Braydon’s eyes.
Such intense pain often stirred a martial artist’s innate urge to fight, a reaction familiar to many.
Enduring this torment silently, Braydon recognized that the agony of body refinement surpassed that of vitality and martial arts cultivationbined.
Yet, achieving mastery over his physique would render him impervious to external threats, empowering him to vanquish adversaries in closebat effortlessly.
Throughout the remaining seven months, Braydon remained secluded in his pce, surrounded by the dead skin shed after his body had been refined.
During this period, a quasi-emperor affiliated with the Oracle Pce attempted to approach Braydon during his seclusion.
He was a descendant of a god and a follower of the divine son, Matu.
His presence within a thousand meters of the pce did not go unnoticed by Braydon.
Standing atop the pce, Braydon brandished the God ying Bow and swiftly dispatched his would-be intruder with a single arrow, sparking amotion throughout the Oracle Pce.
While inter-god conflicts were strictly forbidden, Rayha intervened to suppress the matter, decreeing that Braydon’s residence was off-limits to all except Xetsa during his seclusion.
Even a warlock emperor dared not approach, as Braydon’s lethal prowess with the God ying Bow posed a grave threat.
His formidable power resonated throughout the Oracle Pce, a testament to his divine lineage and unparalleled martial prowess.<div>
Ordinary gods dared not provoke him.
Seven months had passed, and it seemed that Braydon had secluded himselfpletely.
Not even Xetsa could catch a glimpse of him in person.
However, a year had swiftly gone by, and as the early morning dawned with gray skies and drizzling rain, it was evident that winter had arrived in the ruins, bringing bone-chilling winds and a gentle drizzle.<div>
Soon, the rain turned to snowkes, covering the Donta Imperial City in a pristine nket of white, masking the imperfections of the world.
Today, a significant event was set to unfold in the Oracle Pce—the long-awaited battle between the descendant of the Divine Lord and the Divine Son.
Nearly all the key figures of the Oracle Pce had returned, alongside some dignitaries from the Donta Imperial Dynasty, including the Old Emperor Kyan Yengo himself.
Apanying them were a group of formidable young prodigies from the Donta Imperial City, all of whom were young emperors in their own right.
Among them, the most striking was a young woman in a white dress, her beauty ethereal and her face veiled, resembling a celestial being untouched by mortal affairs.
She was Goddess Qwara Qhob of the Oracle Pce, also known as Sadie Dudley’s younger sister.
Ascending to the pce’s peak, Qwara softly called out, “Mother.”
In response, the green-d man licked his lips nervously, inching closer to catch a glimpse of his daughter.
However, Qwara recoiled, clearly disinterested in engaging with this stranger, leaving him visibly flustered.
“Qwara, you’re here too.”
Attempting to ease the tension, Matu stepped forward, addressing Qwara with a gentler tone.
Qwara nodded in acknowledgment but showed little interest in Matu, despite their shared upbringing.
However, Qwara was the daughter of the Great Divine Priest, sealed in ice for countless years and only recently released after nearly a century.<div>
Naturally, she exhibited a cold attitude toward outsiders.
Though Matu seemed to harbor an admiration for Qwara, his feelings were unrequited.
Qwara showed no interest in him whatsoever.
“Great Divine Priest, is Divine Lord Neal still in seclusion?” inquired Kyan, the emperor of the Donta Imperial Dynasty.
“Xetsa!” Rayha Qhob didn’t want to prolong the conversation and turned to Xetsa, who was standing guard at the entrance.
“Great Divine Priest!” Xetsa entered the hall and bowed slightly.
“How is his preparation?” Rayha inquired.
“If he’s fearful, he can kneel before the pce gates and concede,” Matu asserted with a domineering air.
“He has that option,” Rayha confirmed.
Everyone present was aware of Braydon’s past weaknesses.
Just a year ago, his mental power had barely reached the fourth stage, and his vitality was notablyckingpared to even a supreme pinnacle.
How could he possibly contend with Matu in just a year?
However, in the past year, Xetsa had been by Braydon’s side, witnessing his unparalleled cultivation speed.<div>
While others may doubt Braydon’s abilities, Xetsa understood his true potential.
“Braydon is still in seclusion,” Xetsa confirmed softly.
“One year has psed, he shall leave his pce today,” Rayha dered, unwilling to let Braydon evade the impending battle under the guise of seclusion.
Dodging would be deemed cowardly and tarnish the Oracle Pce’s reputation.
“Mother, I’ll fetch him,” Qwara, d in white, spoke up, her voice barely audible.
“Go ahead,” Rayha granted permission.
Amidst the watchful eyes of everyone present, Qwara proceeded to the pce where Braydon resided.