Chapter 1312: The Real Purpose


    Editor:EndlessFantasy Trantion


    Sorrell Neal was taken aback.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    He sensed that his elder brother Braydon Neal’s aura was bing increasingly formidable, almost suffocating him in his presence.


    “Brother, I’ll apany you to the Zunde Royal City,” Sorrell volunteered, eager to join them.


    Braydon wasted no time and swiftly brought his younger brother along, elerating 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 overallbat 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.<div>


    Gradually, he understood why the aboriginal martial artists and the Oracle Pce’s martial artists were striving to venture beyond the ruins.


    Despite theck 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;prehending the simted 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 inbat.


    They were all Kyan Yengo’s sons.


    The Donta Imperial Dynasty was distracted by the Oracle Pce, but the various royal dynasties in the 16th ruin had full potential for war.


    These three royal dynasties had mobilized substantial forces, ruling over vast territories and more than 200 aboriginal ancient cities.


    Their battle potential was extremely shocking!


    Despite being ranked eighth among the Ten Great Royal Dynasties, the Zunde Royal Dynasty under F Yengo was a low-tier royal dynasty.


    There were three top-tier, three middle-tier, and three low-tier royal dynasties; the Zunde Royal Dynasty was one of the low-tier royal dynasties.


    The royal dynasties that started with the letter ‘Z’ were all low-tier royal dynasties.<div>


    The Zunde Royal City was now a battlefield, with fallen emperors and injuries among the ranks.


    The Gray Wolf Army, Sanguine Army, and the Northern Army guarded the city, representing the strongest fighting forces of the Northern Army.


    Yet, Khalil Zorn had suffered heavy injuries and Channing Lestrange had broken his left arm; even Westley Hader, Jonah Shaw, and others, who had reached the emperor realm, were wounded.


    Above Zunde Royal City, Hendrix Bailey gazed into the distant sky as a figure approached.<div>


    “Big Brother’s here!” Hendrix eximed, looking up.


    “What’s the situation?” Braydon inquired as he led Sorrell to the city wall.


    “Brother, someone fell in battle!” Westley ryed immediately upon their meeting.


    Who had fallen?


    Braydon’s expression turned icy at the news.


    If one of his brothers had perished inbat, he would spare no effort to avenge them and start an all-out war.


    “It’s Ka Foust!” Juneau Haines’s face was drained of color.


    “Ka?” The name stirred a memory in Braydon’s mind.


    During the National Martial Artist Summit in the capital, a girl in white, considered an ice-sealed genius, had lent him aid.


    Since then, she had joined the Northern Army and remained loyal to Braydon.


    These ice-sealed geniuses had been by Braydon’s side since they were reborn into the world.


    Descending from the city wall, Braydon made his way to the small courtyard of the city lord’s mansion, where corpsesy strewn about, each shrouded in a white cloth beside an eternalmp.


    Among themy the body of Ka, her head missing, covered in a white cloth save for her decapitated form.<div>


    “Where’s her head?”


    Braydon’s voice brimmed with murderous intent, a tangible crimson aura enveloping him.


    “The quasi-divine is too strong,” Juneau exined hoarsely. “Even at the risk of my life, I couldn’t retrieve Ka’s head.”


    Ka’s severed head was disyed on a massive g outside the city.


    “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 thend, 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 deste battlefield, scorched earth bearing witness to past conflicts.


    A regal figure d in royal robes stood amidst the destion, exuding an aura of nobility.<div>


    He hailed from the prestigious Yengo family of the Donta Imperial Dynasty, a formidable quasi-divine.


    Apanying 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 Ind 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 armiesbined.


    Theirbined 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 be aware of Braydon’s cultivation of numerous imperial paths.


    If he seeded, 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 foreignnd.”<div>


    His offer sounded almostpassionate.


    “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 Pce would bepelled to bow before us,” Berko’s wordsid bare the Donta Imperial Dynasty’s ambitions.


    They had harbored designs to oust the Oracle Pce for centuries!