Braydon Neal stepped forward with his hands behind his back.
With each step, his aura shifted.
It was just a failed body—three thousand years of effort had only produced this broken form.
The sting of failure made Braydon a bit angry.
This time, he was out to have some fun, and this divine palace was the perfect source of entertainment.
As Braydon took a step, his aura erupted.
Despite being a crippled body, its aura was comparable to that of an eternal.
In an instant, 30,000 Dharma Idols appeared behind him, forming a Dharma Nation.
These 30,000 Dharma Idols stood side by side, each one alive.
Achieving the creation of 10,000 Dharma Idols had finally allowed Braydon to manifest them.
Stettman Kadlec shook his head. "I'm not a god yet, just a mortal without any divine power. How dare I provoke the divine palace?"
"Path returning!" Braydon didn't bother to defend himself.
