The Strongest War God - Chapter 1334 - Chapter 1334: Harsh Conditions
Chapter 1334: Harsh Conditions
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Despite having cultivated the Great Void of Kylo Art to the fifth level, Braydon Neal still required eight to nine months to condense a drop of blood essence.
Each drop of blood essence represented 2.56 million Na of vitality.
Currently, Braydon’s vitality had surpassed 20 million Na, marking the original power of an emperor.
Strength served as the foundation, while cultivation relied on talent—both were indispensable.
The path of cultivation proved exceedingly challenging.
While Braydon focused on refining the seed of life, condensing blood essence was secondary.
The most significant change occurred within his body.
He sensed a subtle shift toward perfection.
His spiritual aperture appeared clearer, and his comprehension of all worldly powers intensified tenfold.
Previously, Braydon’s talent had been compromised by 30%, leaving his body incomplete and inherently lacking.
Now, he felt whole.
Having experienced the astounding nature of Green Lotus’ connate path body, Braydon understood the unparalleled level of natural comprehension it offered.
He realized he was destined to face no cultivation bottlenecks.
This sensation was akin to being the favored one of the heavens.
With a whoosh, Braydon abruptly rose to his feet, the bones in his body emitting a crisp sound.
He moved his body slightly to assess the progress made by the martial arts and ancient martial arts banished immortals.
Braydon was left stunned!
Above his head, the mental path was lined with golden bricks, stretching 900 meters in length.
At its end rested a small sword—the ninth level sword emperor realm.
Braydon was awestruck.
Green Lotus proved to be incredibly tenacious.
Over the past month, Green Lotus dedicated himself solely to comprehending the sword emperor path.
Eventually, he forcefully propelled the imperial path to the ninth level, eclipsing all others in his pursuit.
“Green Lotus, are you still focusing on the sword emperor realm? Are you intending to elevate this realm directly into the divine realm?” Braydon interjected swiftly.
“That’s the plan!” Green Lotus replied resolutely as he emerged from the spiritual aperture.
Braydon was left speechless.
After a moment of contemplation, he realized that while he had intended to cultivate the 3,000 imperial paths simultaneously, Green Lotus, in his simplicity, had chosen to cultivate the sword imperial path alone.
His mind brimmed with thoughts regarding his own understanding of the sword.
The three banished immortals were all nurtured by Braydon, functioning as one entity.
All the insights gained by Green Lotus could be synchronized into Braydon’s mind.
They were a unified whole—one glory, one loss.
Meanwhile, the ancient martial arts banished immortal emerged slowly.
He had spent the past month cultivating ten imperial paths to the second level of the emperor realm.
If word got out about his cultivation speed, it would surely astonish many.
However, in Braydon’s company, the formidable presence of Green Lotus cast a shadow, leaving the ancient martial arts banished immortal feeling a profound sense of pressure instead of pride.
Braydon remarked, “I’ve completed the refinement of the green seed. My body is now flawless. As my talent grows, your forms will also undergo changes.”
“I can sense it,” the martial arts banished immortal responded, stretching lazily.
He truly embodied the demeanor of a youthful immortal, emanating an aura of leisure.
The martial arts banished immortal had likely made significant strides in strength over the past month, perhaps rivaling the advancements of Green Lotus.
The innate talents of the three banished immortals had once again flourished, stemming from their original body.
Braydon continued, “Constantine Siegel informed me that they will require at least a year to destroy the bronze door. We still have 11 months.”
“We’re not incapable of fighting now,” the martial arts banished immortal responded.
The ninth-level sword imperial path possessed combat strength 900 times that of a newly ascended emperor.
Ten second-level imperial paths combined equated to 2,000 times the strength of a newly ascended emperor, with additional imperial paths further bolstering their might.
By harnessing the power of the 3,000 imperial paths, Braydon’s battle prowess surged to 4,000 times that of a new emperor.
Even with the augmentation from the nations’ fate, his combat capabilities would only increase 8,000 times.
Yet, Braydon was aware that more than half of the 35 divine-level creatures had refrained from joining the battle a month prior.
Among them, the 1,000-meter giant ape neared the realm of an extreme divine.
If such a being wished to kill Braydon, it would be effortless.
Were it not for the Sky Splitting Wings, Braydon would have perished a month earlier.
Now was not the time for a decisive battle.
Braydon assumed a cross-legged position, closing his eyes to delve into cultivation, delving into the comprehension of the other imperial paths—the 3,000 imperial paths!
Green Lotus and the ancient martial arts banished immortal were similarly engrossed in their contemplation, their combined efforts merging seamlessly.
Around the small mountain, the verdant vegetation flourished conspicuously, attracting Braydon’s attention.
Sensing the heightened spiritual energy of the area, he concluded it was more conducive to plant growth.
Given the abundance of information about the place within the ruins, Braydon had selected this spot for seclusion.
Within the mountain lay a diminutive black tower, standing at a modest seven meters tall yet comprising three floors.
Despite its small stature, it exuded an aura of age, suggesting a lengthy period of dormancy.
A luminous sheen enveloped the tower as an ethereal voice inquired, “A new body-refinement realm genius has been detected. Do you want to open the entrance?”
An aged voice resonated from within the black tower, signaling its awakening.
“How many years has it been? Star Tower has awakened me once again. Has this lowly small world finally given birth to a genius?”
It was undoubtedly a spirit artifact of considerable level, housing an artifact spirit within.
Addressing Braydon, the tower referenced the body-refinement realm.
With a swift swoosh, the black tower radiated a faint light, enveloping Braydon and transporting him into a vast secret chamber, where a formless yet formidable force overwhelmed him, transcending the power of the world.
Despite feeling a slight dizziness, Braydon found himself standing within the immense chamber.
The secret chamber spanned nearly 1,000 square meters, with chairs arranged throughout, the bronze throne occupying the highest position.
Seated upon it was a human figure, its presence shrouded in an air of ancientness, as if time had no dominion over it.
The residual pressure emanating from the figure overwhelmed Braydon, rendering his mind momentarily blank.
Its sheer magnitude surpassed that of even Constantine, instilling a sense of awe in Braydon.
“Kid, snap out of it!” A gentle voice, belonging to an old man with a goatee, roused Braydon from his daze.
Regaining his composure, Braydon’s expression contorted in confusion. Where was he?
“Who are you?” he inquired calmly.
“Why, I am none other than the great artifact spirit of the Star Tower,” replied the goateed elder, his voice laced with emotion. “I once journeyed alongside my master, conquering the great thousand worlds. But alas, we encountered a formidable foe, and my master perished. Star Tower was destroyed, and I found myself in an endless slumber.”
The goateed old man’s voice was filled with endless emotions. “Master’s remnant soul is still alive. He entered Star Tower and left behind his legacy.”
“Legacy of the ruins?” Braydon’s eyes sparked with interest.
Over the years, he had amassed knowledge about the 3,000 ruins, knowing of the many graves of experts within.
While the concept of an imperial tomb wasn’t alien to him, he understood that most inheritances had been plundered by aboriginals and martial artists from the outside world.
Only a select few secret legacies remained, with stringent criteria for selecting heirs.
Disdain colored the elder’s tone as he scoffed, “What legacy? In my master’s prime, he could obliterate this puny world with a mere gesture. Boy, you’ve yet to witness the splendor beyond the stars. You cannot fathom the prowess of the universe’s experts.”
