Chapter 1181: The Persistent Myo
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Back in the day, many of your ancestors laid down their lives in battles to construct the 14th ancient city,” the white ape shared, delving into the history of the ancient city.
The haven crafted by their forebears came at the cost of blood.
The younger generation felt a debt owed to the glory of their ancestors.
“Thank you for enlightening me, Senior,” Braydon Neal expressed his grat.i.tude softly.
“No need to thank me. I’m telling you this so that you understand I bear no ill intentions,” the white ape rea.s.sured.
With the white ape’s strength, there was no need for such explanations if it desired to harm Braydon and the little fool.
The white ape indeed had ties to martial artists.
“Senior, if you have something to say, just say it outright,” Braydon said straightforwardly.
“I wish to tread the same path as you and reenter the mortal world. I want to experience the storms of the mortal world and find opportunities to break through my shackles and take the final step,” the white ape stated its purpose directly.
He wanted to leave this place with Braydon and the little fool.
“You want to accompany me to the outside world?” Braydon inquired.
“There’s an ancestral rule against bringing creatures from the ruins to the outside world.”
The white ape’s understanding of martial artists surpa.s.sed even Braydon’s, meaning it only needed to travel within the ruins.
To Braydon, this task was not difficult.
Moreover, he would have a ninth-level spirit beast escorting him.
“I still need to cultivate with Luke,” Braydon said softly. “Senior, I’m afraid you’ll find it boring to travel with us.”
“Traveling in the mortal world is always interesting,” the white ape disagreed.
He found traveling with Braydon and the little fool to be an intriguing venture, crucial for breaking through its shackles to reach the emperor realm.
Braydon granted his permission.
In their party, another white ape and a small tree that had become a spirit accompanied them.
The duo, a monkey and a tree, embarked once again on the journey back to the ancient city.
The white ape concealed its aura, appearing like an ordinary little monkey.
It refrained from interfering with Braydon’s cultivation path.
Braydon and the little fool treated the white ape as an ordinary companion.
However, as they left the monkey territory, they spotted a purple-robed man standing on a short mountain in the distance with his hands behind his back.
It was Myo Hatendi!
Myo had searched hundreds of miles but did not find Braydon, the thief of the rare treasure.
He suspected that Braydon was hiding in the territory of a ninth-level spirit beast.
Yet, Myo did not dare to intrude into the territory of a ninth-level spirit beast. That would be akin to seeking death.
Hence, he waited outside, blocking their way.
“This guy is quite persistent,” the little fool mumbled while observing Myo from a distance.
“I’ve sealed my mental power and vitality. I possess only spirituality and wisdom, along with a robust physique. But getting rid of him won’t be a challenge for me,” declared the white ape.
Having left Monkey Mountain to explore the mortal world with Braydon, the white ape deliberately suppressed its strength.
Otherwise, with its peak ninth-level spirit beast prowess, the white ape could sweep through the 8,000 miles of ruins.
It would be an uncontested force unless an emperor appeared.
Braydon wisely chose to avoid Myo.
Given their current strength, engaging in combat with a supreme pinnacle martial artist was not a prudent decision.
Braydon had retrieved a map from the white ape.
Within a thousand-mile radius, territories of high-level spirit beasts were marked, along with several aboriginal tribes.
At the center of the map, there was a red dot that represented a large aboriginal city called the Small Divine City.
“Senior White Ape,” Braydon inquired from the side, “the aura of a martial artist is distinct from that of an aborigine. Is there a special way to alter one’s aura?”
“There is a way. It’s a secret technique devised by the ancient Hansworth experts,” the white ape revealed.
The white ape was well-versed in this secret technique, a knowledge shared among the descendants of those ancient experts.
Without changing their auras and concealing them, these descendants would have been easily surrounded and defeated by the aborigines.
Unless one reached the emperor realm and established a forbidden zone, no one would dare provoke an emperor.
Braydon and the little fool spent less than twenty minutes learning the secret technique taught by the white ape—an extraordinary Breath-Holding Technique.
It was difficult to discern unless subjected to personal inspection by an emperor.
Braydon cast a glance at Myo who was blocking their path up ahead.
If they were to stay the course, they would have to confront this supreme pinnacle.
“Luke, let’s head to the Small Divine City,” Braydon decisively altered their route.
The little fool, indifferent to everything, followed wherever his brother went.
Behind the little fool, the bald little tree tagged along, gently prodding the little fool’s b.u.t.t with a tree branch.
“What are you doing?” the little fool turned around, glaring at the little tree.
Luke was the only person who could get angry at a tree.
The sapling gestured with its branches.
It couldn’t go to the Small Divine City; it was filled with aboriginal martial artists and posed great danger.
The small tree, being a rare treasure, would attract attention from other aborigines.
The white ape explained, “There are two paths for plant cultivators to communicate with the spirit. One is to take root in the earth and remain stationary for a thousand years, absorbing the power of the earth to grow gradually.
“The second path is to transform into a rare treasure and acc.u.mulate spirituality. However, this path is challenging and susceptible to capture by spirit beasts or martial artists.”
The white ape detailed the formation of rare treasures and warned that consuming them would incur divine punishment.
Rare treasures could develop intelligence and possess their own consciousness. If others were to excessively slaughter the rare treasures, it would lead to a great calamity.
It was a calamity of self-destruction.
Though no one knew what the calamity entailed, the ruins’ aborigines believed that excessively killing rare treasures could lead emperors to misfortune and early death.
However, the little fool had no intention of consuming the little tree.
He was merely being mischievous and playful.
Previously, when Luke was cooking the spirit mushroom, it was just a playful act to tease the little rabbit.
Ultimately, the rare treasure was scared away.
Even if one were to ask Luke to eat it, he wouldn’t have done it.
Consuming such a spiritual ent.i.ty would cause discomfort, perhaps even guilt.
If the little donkey were here, it would definitely be cursing at the little fool again.
The little fool was ruthless back then. He cut off several pounds of donkey meat from the donkey’s b.u.t.tocks with one slash.
At that time, the little fool was not known for being soft-hearted.
On the way, the white ape remarked, “This kind of rare treasure doesn’t bloom or bear fruit. It’s a treasure in itself. However, without careful observation, it’s indistinguishable from ordinary plants.”
“That sounds about right,” Luke commented, carrying the small tree and scrutinizing it.
The little tree drooped its head, appearing listless, but it seemed to be attached to Little Fool.
Braydon and the others bypa.s.sed Myo and reached the Small Divine City marked on the map.
An ancient city exuding a heavy, timeless aura stood before them, comparable in size to the 14th ruin.
Bronze-armored soldiers patrolled the thick walls with bronze spears in hand.
The nine-meter-tall city gate swung open, allowing caravans, elegantly dressed women, and aborigines in beast attire to enter and exit.
A substantial queue of people awaited entry and exit from the Small Divine City.
Braydon’s group did not attract undue attention.