Chapter 1271: A Bad Sign


    Editor: EndlessFantasy Trantion


    “I’m in need of a custom-made sword,” Braydon Neal dered, specifying his requirements.


    “The de should measure three feet and three inches in length, with a frosty cold edge and a slightly thicker body.”


    The young man pivoted and called out, “ckie, fetch that ck sword! We have a customer looking to purchase a de!”


    “On it!”


    Another attendant hurried over, retrieving the Northern Army military sword from its disy.


    epting the sword, Braydon inspected it before offering a smile.


    “This de feels a tad light. Could you craft a new one for me, but make it 500 pounds heavier? It needs to be perfectly suited to me. Here’s the deposit. Once it’s forged, send it directly to the Oracle Pce.”


    “Rest assured, sir. I’ll have it forged within the day!”


    The young man assured him, epting the bag containing not only spirit crystals but also something more peculiar.


    With their transaction concluded, Braydon and Xetsa Yeza departed from the shop.


    Back at the Oracle Pce, Xetsa softly offered her assistance.


    “If you need a weapon, I can arrange it for you.”


    “I was just thinking about crafting a weapon for fun. The God ying Bow serves me well, but if the Oracle Pce boasts an array of emperor-level weapons, a spear would suit me nicely,” Braydon disclosed his preference.


    With a nod, Xetsa assured him, “Consider it done,” before setting off to address his request.


    Emperor-level weapons were highly coveted treasures, yet the Oracle Pce possessed ample reserves.


    Should Braydon desire something, the pce would readily amodate his wishes.


    In no time, Braydon returned to his pce.


    Activating his be, he unleashed his golden mental power, forming a protective shield that enveloped the chamber, ensuring he remained informed of any probing intrusions.


    He then took out a ck token, a unique artifact native to the ruins.


    Such spirit artifacts held no offensive or defensive capabilities; their sole purpose wasmunication.


    With a gesture, Braydon summoned forth a rippling mirror-like surface.


    Meanwhile, in Shop 112…


    The young ountant, stationed in a concealed chamber, saluted sharply.


    “Northern Army’s Cian Jarman extends his greetings to themander!”


    Braydon remained unruffled by the revtion, having already discerned the true nature of the shop’s upants as hidden agents of the Northern Army.


    Clearly, they had infiltrated the Donta Imperial City.


    Cian exined gravely, “Second Master currently controls half of the Donta Imperial Dynasty’s territory and 37 aboriginal cities. Before themander’s arrival in the Donta Imperial Dynasty, Divine Priest Xetsa Yeza assured that the Donta Imperial Dynasty’s territory would belong to the Northern Army in the future. Second Master dispatched hidden agents to establish contact with F Yengo in the Zunde Royal Dynasty in advance.”


    He continued, “Then, Second Master sent arge number of hidden agents to infiltrate the Zunde Royal Dynasty. After that, we arrived at the Donta Imperial City via caravans from the Zunde Royal Dynasty.”


    Braydon nodded thoughtfully, recognizing the immense effort expended by Luther Carden to facilitate these covert operations.


    Cian then proposed, “If you wish to leave, we can arrange for an evacuation tonight, Commander.”


    Yet Braydon was cognizant of the delicate situation.


    “The Oracle Pce holds dominion over the entire ruins. Were I to depart the city, the Donta Imperial Dynasty might marshal their forces,manding the Zunde Royal Dynasty’s army to assail the Northern Army.”


    He elucidated the precarious predicament, emphasizing the critical role his presence in the Oracle Pce yed in safeguarding the Northern Army’s stability.


    If he were to leave the Oracle Pce without a word, things would not be in their favor.


    If the Oracle Pce could give the Northern Army these territories, they could also take them back by force.


    In one night, they would be able to return the Northern Army to its original state.


    Understanding the implications, Cian reluctantly acknowledged, “Second Master stands prepared to withdraw.”


    It was clear to all Northern Army soldiers that they had unwittingly be a burden upon theirmander.


    The Oracle Pce didn’t wield the Northern Army as a threat.


    How could the Northern King consent to being confined within the Donta Imperial City?


    He felt trapped here, akin to a hostage.


    Sensing Xetsa’s imminent arrival, Braydon ended the conversation.


    Simultaneously, he instructed Cian to ry to Luther that the Northern Army couldn’t depart from the ruins.


    They couldn’t easily relinquish everything they’d established in the 16th ruin.


    When Xetsa arrived at Braydon’s pce, she was carrying a long wooden box.


    “Open it and take a look,” she said softly.


    Braydon lifted the lid, revealing a long spear emitting a cold gleam.


    The entire weapon, ck and three meters in length, exuded an icy aura from its tip.


    The coldness was palpable, enough to send shivers down one’s spine.


    Embedded with an emperor-level beast core, the spear was an emperor-level weapon, pulsating with the power of a living emperor.


    Braydon grasped the spear, its weight of 2700 pounds feeling just right in his hand.


    As he tested its strength, he felt the weapon’s inherent ferocity.


    With a slight movement, he thrust the spear skyward, unleashing a sharp aura that pierced through the pce, reducing the zed tiles to ash.


    Impressed by its formidable piercing force, Braydon offered rare praise.


    Xetsa, unveiling her beautiful face by removing her white veil, remarked, “As long as you’re satisfied. There are certain matters that can’t be discussed publicly. Now that we’re back at the Oracle Pce, there are things I must share with you.”


    “What’s that?” Braydon inquired, stowing away his emperor-level weapon.


    What Xetsa revealed next was enough to incite fury in Braydon.


    The imperial decree that had bound the various ruins for a millennium was nearing its end.


    Xetsa’s lips parted slightly as she continued, “Long ago, many formidable figures were born in the outside world. Take the Heavenly Mountain, for example. As the young master of Heavenly Mountain, you must be familiar with it, right?”


    “I was raised in the northern territory. I’ve never inquired about my elders,” Braydon replied, cautious not to overstep any boundaries.


    Asking about his elders would be deemed disrespectful.


    Xetsa sighed, conceding, “Very well, then I’ll exin. Given your prolonged stay in the Fourteenth Divine Emptiness Region, you’re likely aware that the Oracle Pce originated from the outside world, correct?”


    Braydon nodded. “You have great desire to explore the outside world, a quest that has fueled a war spanning millennia.”


    “But we share the same ancestors,” Xetsamented. “After the decline of martial arts civilization, our forebears sought refuge in various Divine Emptiness Regions to perpetuate their lineage. However, when they sought to return to the outside world, they were met with resistance and met their demise at the hands of outside martial artists.


    “That’s why the war endured for thousands of years,” Xetsa concluded, surprisinglyposed in recounting these historical truths.


    Braydon grasped the gravity of the situation.


    Everyone in the Oracle Pce represented remnants of the martial arts civilization, an era long past.


    Yet, they harbored ambitions of returning to the outside world—a prospect that spelled peril for martial artists in the outside world.


    The Oracle Pce’s dominion over the ruins, surpassing the imperial authority of the Donta Imperial Dynasty and the aboriginal races, had earned them the moniker “God of All Life.”