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.
