Chapter 1263: The Supreme Pinnacle Realm
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Braydon Neal had ascended to the inimitable pinnacle realm, yet he remained resolute in his cultivation endeavors.
Day and night, he tirelessly circulated the Great Void of Kylo Art.
Another month elapsed, and after thirty-two days, Braydon attained the sovereign pinnacle realm.
His vitality soared to an astounding 641,000 Na.
Outside the palace, Xetsa Yeza, silently standing guard, found herself numbed by Braydon’s staggering cultivation pace.
She was at a loss for words.
In just two months and four days, he had reached the sovereign pinnacle realm, solidifying his status as a cultivation legend.
Xetsa contemplated intervening, concerned about the consequences of Braydon’s relentless pursuit of strength.
However, upon attempting to approach the hall, she hesitated.
Braydon was once again engrossed in cultivation.
“You still have nine months,” Xetsa gently urged. “There’s no need to push yourself so hard.”
As she spoke, a wave of mental pressure enveloped the entire palace.
This time, it wasn’t his vitality but his mental power that surged.
Braydon had reached the sixth stage, a remarkable feat achieved on the same day as his attainment of the sovereign pinnacle realm in ancient martial arts.
His mental power now rivaled that of peak-level cultivators at the supreme pinnacle realm, surpassing ordinary practitioners several times over.
After these breakthroughs, Xetsa advised, “With nine months remaining before your battle with Matu Joko, it’s okay to take a day of rest.”
Braydon, however, had other plans.
“Could you help me locate some more thousand-year-old herbs?” he inquired, reaffirming his commitment to cultivating his vitality, mental power, and physical body concurrently—a strategy he distinctly remembered pursuing.
Cultivating all three aspects simultaneously, Braydon aimed to achieve mastery in each within a year.
His goal?
To shatter the pride and confidence of every genius in the Donta Imperial Dynasty—to make them face the harsh truth and despair.
Within that timeframe, he aspired to elevate his vitality, martial arts, and physical body to the emperor realm.
If successful, no one within the Donta Imperial Dynasty would dare claim superiority in front of Braydon.
His ambition extended to conquering a hundred countries single-handedly, asserting dominion over the global stage as the Garrison King.
Alone in his palace, Braydon focused on ascending to the supreme pinnacle realm.
Starting from the sovereign pinnacle realm with a vitality of 641,000 Na, his pursuit of the supreme pinnacle realm was projected to take two months.
Two months passed in the blink of an eye, neither fleeting nor dragging.
Braydon, immersed in cultivation, surrounded himself with a constant swirl of purple Qi, day and night.
With each breath, the purple Qi permeated his being, infusing him with its energy.
After 64 days, Braydon ascended above the Oracle Palace, reaching the supreme pinnacle realm—a figure akin to a true dragon.
His vitality blazed like the sun, his fists capable of shattering mountains, his strength akin to the vast ocean.
The supreme pinnacle realm marked the final step before the emperor realm, a testament to Braydon’s relentless dedication.
From the sovereign pinnacle realm to the supreme pinnacle realm in 64 days—a duration nearly identical to the time he had spent before.
Ever since Braydon and Matu Joko agreed on a year’s time, Braydon had dedicated a month to perfecting the third red lotus on his right shoulder. Later, he re-established his pinnacle cultivation, investing 128 days to breach the supreme pinnacle realm.
Surpassing the vitality limit of the sovereign pinnacle, which stood at 1.28 million Na, Braydon’s vitality soared to 1,281,000 Na, marking his entry into the supreme pinnacle realm—the ninth level of the pinnacle realm.
“Five months have elapsed since our one-year agreement,” Braydon remarked softly. “Less than seven months remain.”
In just four months, Braydon’s progression from the low-level pinnacle realm to the supreme pinnacle realm showcased a terrifying velocity of advancement.
“You’ve truly reached the supreme pinnacle realm!” Xetsa exclaimed in astonishment as she entered the room.
“Indeed,” Braydon replied, rising with a faint smile.
A golden light emanated from the spiritual aperture between his eyebrows, signifying his unparalleled mastery.
During these two months, Braydon immersed himself in the cultivation of the Great Void of Kylo Art, day and night, witnessing a steady increase in his mental power.
His mental power underwent yet another breakthrough, ascending to the seventh stage, amplifying his strength several-fold in just a few short months.
The question lingered: could his current prowess vanquish an emperor?
The answer remained elusive.
“Your progress is astonishingly rapid. You must remember to temper your pace and maintain equilibrium,” Xetsa advised, offering him a void pouch.
Accepting the pouch with a smile, Braydon contemplated.
Was his cultivation truly swift, or merely a release from the confines constraining his innate potential?
“I’ll join you for a stroll around the Imperial City today,” Xetsa proposed, taking the initiative.