The Strongest War God-Chapter 1258 - : This Kid is a Freak
Chapter 1258: This Kid is a Freak
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Ignoring her, Braydon Neal entered his designated palace, fully aware that he was effectively under house arrest.
However, he had no other recourse.
The might of the Oracle Palace was beyond anyone’s reckoning.
Xetsa Yeza sighed softly as she watched Braydon depart, murmuring faintly, “Countless individuals in the entire Donta Imperial Dynasty have strived to gain entry into the Oracle Palace. Even aboriginal emperors aren’t granted access. You don’t realize how fortunate you are.”
Entrance to the Oracle Palace wasn’t granted to just anyone; only the descendants of gods were permitted.
Outsiders were strictly prohibited.
Braydon’s confinement within the Oracle Palace was a result of this policy.
However, news of the Divine Lord’s descendant’s arrival quickly spread throughout the Donta Imperial City.
The Oracle Palace’s decision to keep Braydon inside was driven by concerns over potential challenges from numerous geniuses within the city.
The imperial city boasted no shortage of true prodigies, including youthful emperors and the Oracle Palace’s divine sons and daughters, considered the youngest gods of their generation.
The Oracle Palace understood that Braydon’s current strength didn’t match up to these proud scions.
Geniuses meeting inevitably led to clashes, with death being a distinct possibility from even the slightest misstep.
Living in the same era often led to enmity, as competition among peers was relentless, driven solely by the pursuit of martial supremacy.
Within the Oracle Palace, in a spacious lounge on the top floor, Braydon sat cross-legged on a futon, his eyes shut tight as he delved into his cultivation.
He found himself in a rare moment of tranquility within the confines of the Oracle Palace, allowing him to focus on his cultivation without any concerns for safety.
Throughout the 16th ruin, no one dared to launch a direct assault on the Oracle Palace, given the watchful eye of the Great Divine Priest, Rayha Qhobela, who personally oversaw its defenses.
Even the emperor of the Donta Imperial Dynasty deferred to Rayha’s authority.
Assisted by transcendent-grade spirit pills, Braydon’s cultivation received a significant boost, enhancing his vitality by a staggering 10,000 Na each day.
However, on this particular night, as midnight approached, a purple mist enveloped the entire Oracle Palace, signaling a breakthrough.
Braydon had ascended to the fifth level of the Great Void of Kylo Art!
His breakthrough sent shockwaves throughout the Oracle Palace.
Rayha, standing atop a grand hall, observed the scene and remarked softly, “The purple aura spans 300 miles. He has reached the fifth level of the Great Void of Kylo Art. His cultivation speed rivals even yours.”
“He’s truly extraordinary,” the green-robed man replied, unfazed by the development.
He had anticipated Braydon’s impending breakthrough.
Having reached only the fifth level of the Great Void of Kylo Art himself, the green-clothed man was a figure of the emperor level, capable of living for thousands of years.
It had taken him 800 years to reach this level of cultivation.
Yet, Braydon, at just 21 years old, had accomplished what had taken the green-robed man eight centuries.
Indeed, Braydon was a prodigy of unparalleled talent.
He had begun his martial arts journey at the age of seven, entered the war god realm at nine, and became a disciple of Mount Kylo, learning the Great Void of Kylo Art.
From the age of nine onward, he had dedicated himself to mastering the Great Void of Kylo Art, achieving the fifth level in just twelve years.
Such astonishing progress was unprecedented in the annals of Mount Kylo’s history.
The gods of the Oracle Palace watched in alarm as the purple Qi gathered into a fog and streamed into a hall.
Within, Braydon sat cross-legged in front of the window, absorbing the purple Qi into his body.
A red lotus flower blossomed on his left shoulder, its nine translucent petals gleaming in the light.
Another red lotus had been cultivated, containing a million Na of vitality, its stamen ablaze with fire.
Two of the three flowers had been cultivated, with the third nearing completion.
Opening his eyes, Braydon exhaled a turbid breath and rose to his feet, a purple Qi materializing in his palm. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
The three-foot-long strip of purple Qi shimmered like cloth, radiating a potent aura.
This wisp of purple Qi could increase a martial artist’s vitality by 10,000 Na, showcasing the incredible power of the fifth level of the Great Void of Kylo Art.
It had taken him the entire night to condense this wisp of purple Qi, emphasizing the immense potential of the Great Void of Kylo Art.
Braydon couldn’t help but marvel at its potency, considering it on par with the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art in terms of terror.
While the latter was renowned for its killing power, none could match the Great Void of Kylo Art in cultivation speed.
As Xetsa entered the room, congratulating him on his breakthrough, Braydon downplayed his achievement. “It’s just a small breakthrough,” he replied modestly.
Braydon wasn’t inclined to discuss the Great Void of Kylo Art with outsiders.
“What materials do you need for cultivation?” Xetsa asked. “Just let me know, and I’ll arrange it for you.”
“Do you have thousand-year-old spirit herbs?”
Braydon asked bluntly.
His cultivation required substantial resources, even with the assistance of the Great Void of Kylo Art.
He wanted to ascertain if the Oracle Palace possessed such rare herbs.
“Yes,” Xetsa replied softly. “How much do you need? I’ll have someone deliver it at dawn.”
“The Oracle Palace is truly wealthy,” Braydon remarked, not hesitating to disclose his need for thousand-year-old herbs.
As the dominant force in the ruins for millennia, the Oracle Palace had amassed vast treasures, supplemented by annual tributes from the Donta Imperial Dynasty.
As the sky began to brighten, Xetsa arranged for a batch of 71 thousand-year-old spirit herbs to be delivered.
Each herb was coveted by those seeking the peak of cultivation.
Combined, they could be refined into two types of spirit pills: the Blood Clotting Pill and the Body Tempering Pill.
Braydon’s intention to use these rare herbs for pill refinement was deemed audacious.
Even an emperor-level alchemist might struggle to refine such pills once every thirty to fifty years, considering the scarcity of thousand-year-old spirit herbs.
Gathering enough spirit herbs to refine a cauldron of spirit pills was already challenging, given their rarity.
However, being in the Oracle Palace made the task somewhat easier.
With its strong foundation and vast treasure troves, the collection process proved less arduous than anticipated.
In just half a night, the required spirit herbs were delivered to Braydon.
Not stopping there, Braydon also requested a pill cauldron.
The silver cauldron, standing at half the height of a human with three sturdy legs, was promptly provided.
