Chapter 1257: Sadie Dudley’s Mother is Still Alive

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Simultaneously, within Braydon Neal’s spiritual aperture, the green-robed man whispered, “Kid, if you want to survive, don’t provoke her. Just follow her lead.”

“You’re here too!” the woman in red exclaimed, her lips parting in surprise.

Braydon was genuinely taken aback by her reaction.

She had sensed the presence of the green-robed man!

Were they acquainted?

The green-clothed man materialized directly, forming his mental power into his physical likeness.

A hint of guilt flashed across his expression.

Licking his lips nervously, he spoke, “Rayha, it’s been years. You haven’t changed a bit.”

“The descendant of the Divine Lord is here. I have no desire to quarrel with you. Leave on your own, or should I send you away?” Rayha Qhobelas remarked softly.

Her name was Rayha Qhobelas.

This statement left the green-robed elder feeling awkward.

Braydon remained impassive, sensing that the relationship between the two was significant.

He chose not to intervene.

“Blossom, you’ve returned,” the man in green said gently. “When will you return home?”

It was Sadie Dudley!

“Her home is here,” Rayha replied icily.

“Sadie is your daughter?” Braydon was astonished!

The green-robed man was Sadie’s father, and Rayha was her mother.

Both were alive!

Braydon knew that Sadie’s elders hailed from millennia ago.

That they had survived until now was astounding.

How formidable was their cultivation?

A sense of unease crept over Braydon.

Typically, a pinnacle expert could live for 500 years, while an emperor might survive for 700.

Breaking this limit required extraordinary means—perhaps even cryogenic suspension.

Had they frozen themselves, awaiting to awaken in the future?

The green-clothed man and Rayha had likely been preserved in cryogenic suspension before.

From another angle, the foundation of Kylo was undeniably formidable and intimidating.

The ice used for preservation originated from Mount Kylo.

The Kylo Mystic Ice wasn’t merely esteemed as a treasure; it was utilized by their own people.

Surveying Kylo’s foundation, it was undoubtedly potent.

Braydon even entertained the notion that the ancient figures entombed in the Kylo Ruins might not be deceased at all.

Instead, they were likely preserved with the Kylo Mystic Ice as their lifespans drew to a close!

If true, it was truly remarkable!

The power of these ancient beings was not to be underestimated.

As their lifespans approached their end, they were sealed in ice.

In times of trouble or facing formidable adversaries in the future, they would be resurrected one by one to safeguard Kylo.

No wonder the hundred nations and even the prominent factions in Hansworth hesitated to provoke Mount Kylo.

Its foundation was truly formidable!

Who would dare to antagonize them?

Generations of experts were preserved in their twilight years.

How many venerable figures had they amassed?

Aside from Kylo’s own inhabitants, who else knew?

Suffice to say, it was clear that one could not afford to provoke them!

In the present moment, Braydon followed the duo into the palace.

“Back then, Blossom was encased in ice,” Rayha inquired. “When a similar flower appeared, she was released. Did that flower manifest again?”

“It’s this kid,” the man in green pointed at Braydon.

He was the flower in question.

Rayha shook her head.

“Even someone as exceptional as the Divine Lord couldn’t advance further. He reached the peak of martial arts.”

“Even the ancient martial arts’ First Emperor reached the peak of his art,” the green-robed man added.

“Both paths have their limits, both reaching a dead end. The Divine Lord’s descendants may have inherited his talent, but even if the Divine Lord were reborn, he couldn’t surpass that boundary. How could they?”

…

Rayha spoke softly, conveying the notion that all the Great Divine Priests in the Oracle Palace had reached the peak of their martial arts journey.

While they continued to live, their martial arts cultivation had reached its apex.

A melancholic realization indeed.

“The era of the Divine Lord is not as illustrious as later generations,” Rayha continued softly, “but as the progenitor, the Divine Lord birthed the most brilliant martial arts immortals for our civilization. He paved the way for martial arts cultivation.”

“All the Great Divine Priests of the Oracle Palace practice spells and techniques crafted by the first Divine Lord,” Rayha added, revealing another significant detail. “None of them are inferior to the Divine Lords of the past.”

During the Divine Lord’s era, he had attained unprecedented heights and charted a new course.

Later generations bravely followed this path, reaching heights comparable to the Divine Lord himself. All martial artists benefitted from his guidance.

“If we can’t surpass the Divine Lord and forge a new path,” the man in green sighed softly, “then we’re merely replicas of the Divine Lord and his Great Divine Priests.”

Through their conversation, Braydon gleaned more insights.

The Oracle Palace’s prowess was daunting.

Its Great Divine Priests had reached the zenith of their martial arts journey.

Simultaneously, it hinted at the finite nature of ancient martial arts.

Martial arts, akin to the heavenly path, theoretically had no bounds.

Yet, a segment had reached its conclusion.

It suggested a misstep in the path or a lack of aptitude to carve out a new trajectory.

Indeed, such a feat was rarer than ascending to the heavens and might only emerge once in a millennium.

“The outside world is on the cusp of welcoming another golden age,” the green-clothed man remarked calmly. “An era scarcely witnessed in a millennium is dawning, for it has birthed a figure akin to the First Emperor and the Divine Lord. And this lad is poised to lead the era.”

“The prodigy of the era who surpasses all prodigies?” Rayha mused softly, reminiscing about her own past as a true prodigy of her time.

A proud son of the era emerged only once in each generation, reigning supreme over all prodigies.

In this era, that figure was none other than Braydon.

Defeating every genius, he stood as the adversary of all prodigies.

Those born in the same era as him were considered unfortunate by their peers.

“Since I’m deemed useless, how about letting me return later?” Braydon asked softly.

“Regardless of the outcome, we must make an attempt,” Rayha responded gently, implying that there was no way out for him.

The Oracle Palace was determined to give it a try.

What if Braydon surpassed the Divine Lord and forged a new path?

It would benefit all martial arts practitioners.

“From now on, you’ll reside in the imperial city,” Rayha stated. “The Oracle Palace will oversee your daily affairs, with Xetsa personally attending to you.”

Braydon nodded, realizing he was effectively under house arrest.

Confined within the Oracle Palace, he had no family or friends, no one to worry about him.

Yet, it provided an ideal environment for cultivation, free from distractions.

Departing from the palace, Braydon was accompanied by Xetsa Yeza to a grand palace located south of the Oracle Palace.

This would be his residence henceforth, a privilege reserved only for the Ten Great Divine Priests.

“I’ll be staying in the adjacent palace,” Xetsa informed softly. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. The Great Divine Priest has instructed you to remain in the palace for the next few days, acquainting yourself with the surroundings. Avoid wandering aimlessly.”

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