Chapter 1239: The Terrifying Banished Immortal
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Braydon Neal broke out in a cold sweat, realizing his second uncle was still trying to warn him when he returned to reality.
The will of the green-robed man manifested in the outside world as he stood beside Braydon with a grave expression.
“We’re in trouble. Do you know who the temple worships?” the green-clothed man asked, his face serious.
Braydon shook his head, clearly unaware.
The man in green continued solemnly, “The 16th Oracle Palace. The previous generation’s Great Divine Priest. Even I have to respect him. Judging by the scale of this five-colored altar, it’s undoubtedly a place to worship him by presenting sacrifices.”
“Sacrifices?”
Braydon wanted clarification.
In a low voice, the man in green explained, “The gods have a secret technique. For those who have passed away, they wrap their bodies in special spiritual soil and sacrifice them for a thousand years. In the future, they are meant to be revived and reappear in the human world.”
“What?”
Braydon was shocked. Such a terrifying and unknown technique was beyond his comprehension.
Death was considered the end, and the notion of resurrection seemed unfathomable.
“How can a person who died a thousand years ago return to the mortal world? Will they still be the same person?”
Braydon questioned, grappling with the incomprehensible idea.
The green-robed man replied in a serious tone, “The god statue won’t let you go easily. Brace yourself. If it comes to it, my power can protect you and take you away safely. However, I can’t save your two elders.”
Braydon fell silent, realizing his limited ability to protect himself, let alone rescue his grandfather and uncle.
The man in green suggested, “If I use the martial arts banished immortal, do you think you can save my uncle and the others?”
“I don’t know,” the green-robed man admitted, lacking certainty.
Meanwhile, a terrifying fluctuation emanated from the dilapidated temple.
It was an overwhelming mental power surpassing that of an emperor.
The power subtly transformed into a violet-robed youth on the temple, his hair tied into a crown.
His cold expression and eyes filled with the vicissitudes of life gave off an imposing aura.
No flesh or blood was involved; it was constructed from spiritual energy.
The banished immortal inhaled, drawing boundless spiritual energy into his body.
The violet-clothed youth’s spiritual body was potent, and the spiritual energy of one arm was consumed by the martial arts banished immortal.
In the next moment, the banished immortal burped and returned to Braydon’s body.
A surge of pure mental power emanated from Braydon’s spiritual aperture, propelling his mental power to the third stage, and then to the fourth.
The violet-clothed youth’s spiritual body, surpassing emperors, had helped Braydon advance two stages.
Swallowing him could potentially elevate Braydon’s mental power to the emperor realm, turning him into a warlock emperor.
In this moment, Braydon began to comprehend why martial arts practitioners, no matter how powerful, harbored fear toward martial arts banished immortals.
Martial arts banished immortals possessed the ability to cut through all spiritual energy, rendering them immune to mental attacks.
This unique trait elevated them to a god-like status in the eyes of the gods.
On the other hand, the violet-robed youth, now identified as Chikodi Kamga, appeared pale after regenerating a new arm.
Kneeling at Braydon’s feet, he spoke in a trembling voice, “The seventh generation Great Divine Priest of the Oracle Palace, Chikodi Kamga, greets the Young Divine Lord.”
Braydon said, “You have a formidable mental power.”
It caused the violet-robed youth to turn even paler.
He kowtowed, seeking forgiveness, “I didn’t know that the descendant of the Divine Lord had come. I offended you earlier. Please remember that it wasn’t easy for me. I have been sleeping here for a thousand years just to wake up one day and make up for the regrets I had when I was alive. Please forgive me, Young Divine Lord!”
The arrogance and prestige that once defined the violet-robed youth vanished.
Such spiritual bodies were vulnerable, and a martial arts banished immortal could easily eliminate them.
Braydon and the green-robed man exchanged glances, realizing the need to tread carefully.
Offering no way out for the violet-clothed youth might lead to the self-destruction of his mental power, dragging everyone down with him.
The violet-clothed youth dispelled the illusion, and instantly, everyone regained consciousness.
Aboriginal martial artists and individuals from the major families of the South Pole Island, including Lowell and Graham, gradually woke up.
However, Graham remained deeply immersed in the illusion, struggling to discern reality from illusion in the immediate aftermath.
“Uncle Lowell, take Grandpa away!” Braydon urged, emphasizing his initial goal of rescuing them.
With the fear instilled by the martial arts banished immortal, the violet-clothed youth wouldn’t easily let them go without the banished immortal’s intervention.