Chapter 1813 Divine Palace
Chapter 1813: Divine Palace Chapter 1813: Divine Palace Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation It was filled with dense divine power. With a single thought, all the grass withered. In the next moment, Braydon Neal glanced over, and the essence of the plants and vegetation fell to the ground. The withered trees seemed to sense the arrival of spring, and life returned to the grass and trees as their vitality reappeared. With a single thought, a hundred flowers bloomed. The cycle of withering and blooming, the shift between life and death—it all played out before him.
Braydon shook his head lightly.
“The power contained in everything in the world is no less than the power of the outer paths.
All paths nurture all living beings!” All living beings and all paths were indeed mighty forces. Yet, Braydon wasn’t interested in these powers. His goal was not simply to create a new body-tempering method that could rival the Dharma Nation—he wanted to surpass the 10,000 paths. Only the cosmos origin mattered to him.
The power of the cosmos origin was the culmination of all paths, and Braydon had already obtained this power. It now nourished his bones and flesh day and night, strengthening his blood essence. His body had become incredibly resilient. But what Braydon truly desired was for his body to be capable of bearing 100,000 Dharma Idols. If he couldn’t reach this stage, everything would be in vain.
Braydon walked across the mountains and rivers, deep in thought. “There are only two ways to cultivate the body.
The first is to use external forces to temper oneself.” The second was nirvana—repeatedly consuming his own potential, allowing his body to transform again and again. Unfortunately, Braydon had already glimpsed the end of both paths. He couldn’t push himself further on the path of body refinement.
The power he had borrowed from external sources had already reached the level of the cosmos origin. But what kind of power could surpass the origin of the cosmos? Then there was the second path, nirvana. This forbidden technique, which consumed one’s potential and repeatedly underwent transformation, would eventually exhaust all potential, leaving one a cripple.
He needed to cultivate himself to the point where he could bear 100,000 Dharma Idols. But what kind of potential would that require? Braydon was uncertain.
Loki Foreman followed from a distance, sensing the Grand Master’s aura constantly shifting. Each change seemed to mirror his evolving state of mind. As Loki trailed behind, he noticed something remarkable—the ground beneath Braydon’s footsteps bore deep and shallow imprints that caused path patterns to appear. Upon closer inspection, he found that each footprint actually revealed a different path technique.
Loki paused before one of the footprints, becoming deeply absorbed in it. When he finally emerged from this trance, he was astonished. A special forbidden technique was concealed within the footprint. Loki was shocked; he hadn’t expected the Grand Master’s cultivation to have recovered to such an incredible level.
One step, one forbidden technique! Braydon had reached such a profound state of cultivation, yet he still hadn’t fully grasped what he sought.
Loki dared not disturb Braydon and continued to follow him for 80,000 miles, witnessing as Braydon tread the sky, leaving footprints that lingered for years before finally dissipating. This unusual phenomenon drew many gods and creatures to the area, all believing that some great figure had been comprehending the path, leaving behind his path connotation.
As the years passed, more and more gods gathered. The white shadow that Braydon had become eventually vanished without a trace, and no one discovered the location where his original body was in seclusion.
Three thousand years had passed since he first entered seclusion. Loki informed Garvie Nantz and the others that Braydon would need a long time in seclusion. Garvie, who had followed Braydon at seventeen, had been in the divine world for three thousand years by now. His talent was indeed extraordinary. In those three thousand years, he had caught up to Loki and the others. After just 700 years of cultivation, he entered the true god realm, and over the next two thousand years, he became the first to reach the great fulfillment of the true god realm. His talent in cultivation even surpassed that of Loki.
At the same time, Garvie had already made his decision: he would inherit Braydon’s legacy. No matter how challenging this path might be, he was determined not to give up.
It had been three thousand years since they first entered the divine world. In a forbidden area shrouded in white fog all year round, countless gods had ventured in over the years, never to return. However, on this day at noon, a remarkable event occurred. A hundred thousand golden rays and multicolored lights shot into the sky, revealing a young man dressed in white. His long hair was tied back in a ponytail, and he was strikingly handsome.
He emerged from the white fog and said softly, “Master’s technique is truly terrifying.
After thousands of years, I’ve only now begun to comprehend a trace of its mysteries!” The young man was none other than Garvie. He exuded a terrifying aura, having surpassed the limitations of the true god realm. He had broken through all 13 levels of the true god realm. Originally a spirit body, he had followed Braydon thanks to the intervention of Loki and the others, who were already chosen ones.
Now, Garvie was leading the way. He had transcended the true god realm and stepped into a brand new realm: heavenly god. Upon entering this realm, his body underwent tremendous changes. The small world he nurtured began to evolve into a small divine world, the embryonic form of a divine world.
The divine world they were in might even be the creation of a mighty figure from the Ancient Divine Realm. If that were the case, then every move made by Braydon and the others would likely have already been noticed by such an existence. Even if they were aware, they wouldn’t dare to act rashly. Braydon carried great karma, and figures like Ruins Lord Heather Sage, Great Empress Colette Kepner, and the Grand Supreme Sadie Dudley’s true body were not to be trifled with. Provoking any one of them would be a disaster.
Though there were those who dared to target Braydon, the more ancient the creature, the less likely they were to harm him. The power of ten thousand generations converged in this life, and who would dare to kill Braydon? To do so would incur immense karma.
With the Great Empress protecting him, who would dare act rashly?
At that moment, Garvie emerged from the Ancient Divine Realm forbidden zone and noticed many gods gathered on the periphery. They were all natives of this divine world.
A middle-aged true god stepped forward and cupped his hands.
“Senior, my master invites you!” In the cultivation world, age did not matter. It was all about cultivation. Those who could grasp its mysteries first were considered senior, and strength was the true measure of status. High cultivation meant higher respect.
“Not interested,” Garvie replied calmly.
“Do you know who I am?” A young man dressed in black emerged from behind the middle-aged true god, looking down at Garvie.
“My father is one of the elders of the divine palace!” “Divine palace?” Garvie’s eyes lit up. After being in the divine world for so long, he had heard of the divine palace—the greatest force in this realm. It was said that more than half of the human gods above the true god realm were from the divine palace. Anyone who held the position of an elder there was undoubtedly a powerful figure in the world of gods.
“I’m Brogan Balfe.
What’s your name?” the black-robed youth asked proudly.
“Garvie Nantz,” Garvie replied without hesitation.
Brogan nodded.
“To escape from the Ancient Divine Realm forbidden land unharmed proves you’re talented.
But what I’m curious about is, why haven’t you joined the divine palace?” “Why should I join the divine palace?” Garvie countered.
“There are eighty-two forbidden areas under the divine palace’s control,” Brogan said calmly.
“Among them, the residences of the three forbidden gods are particularly marvelous.” “Not interested,” Garvie replied, knowing well how the Ancient Divine Realm had been destroyed—his master had annihilated it in his lifetime as Idris Kalman.