The Strongest War God - Chapter 1335 - Chapter 1335: Strange Encounter
Chapter 1335: Strange Encounter
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Hmm?” Braydon Neal exclaimed, taken aback by the revelation.
With his keen intellect, Braydon surmised from the elder’s words that the figure on the throne hailed not from the ruins nor the outside world, but from the boundless expanse of the starry sky.
In the cosmos, myriad intelligent life forms surely existed, dwarfing Earth’s significance in the grand scheme of things.
The goateed elder continued, “Master has left behind an inheritance, guarded by his remnant soul. The criteria aren’t stringent. As a solitary wanderer in his prime, he ascended from obscurity to greatness, traversing the vast cosmos.
“As long as you’ve reached the body-refinement realm and can amplify your combat strength by 10,000 times your current level, you’ll be eligible for Master’s basic legacy,” the elder explained nonchalantly.
Braydon’s reaction was one of bewilderment.
Were these conditions truly not demanding?
Amplifying his power by 10,000 times of the same realm—could such an individual be found on Earth or within the 3,000 ruins?
He suspected the elder was toying with him.
The goateed elder fixed Braydon with a stern gaze.
“Still hesitant? These are the minimum requirements. Once met, you’ll gain access to Master’s foundational legacy.”
Braydon was incredulous.
“And this is considered basic inheritance?”
The elder shook his head.
“A denizen of a humble world like yours could never comprehend Master’s magnificence. Star Tower has detected that your combat prowess can be magnified by 4,000 times. Let me see yours.”
Braydon’s original form remained at the level of a newly ascended emperor, lacking the strength to accumulate further.
With a mental command, he manifested the 3,000 imperial paths.
These imperial paths could amplify his strength by 4,000 times.
The old man stroked his goatee thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing.
“Interesting. He treads the path of laws, relying on them to enhance his power.”
“Laws?” Braydon inquired, intrigued.
The elder patiently elucidated, “In the great thousand worlds, billions cultivate various paths, yet all converge toward two ultimate ends. One involves augmenting combat prowess through laws, while the other centers on internal cultivation.”
Every being in the human realm bore inherent flaws.
Those born without innate flaws were the most fearsome creatures, possessing connate perfection.
However, such flawless beings could not exist, as even the heavens forbade it.
“The flow of time differs within Star Tower compared to the outside world,” the elder continued. “One day here equals ten outside.”
A year within the tower equated to a decade beyond its confines.
Star Tower itself was an extraordinary treasure, crafted by the individual seated on the throne—an adept in manipulating time and space.
Both realms were notoriously challenging to master, with many geniuses meeting their demise in their pursuit.
“As expected,” the old artifact spirit remarked, “Master excelled in both time and space manipulation during his lifetime, cultivating both to achieve supreme renown.”
“The path I tread isn’t limited to those two,” Braydon asserted, shaking his head.
He was well aware that his cultivation encompassed more than just those two types of paths.
However, the old man scoffed derisively.
“You’re merely in the body-refinement realm, yet you dare to claim such knowledge of your path? Your cultivation is in its infancy, barely even beginning. How can you speak of your path when you haven’t even fully matured in your cultivation?”
Braydon’s lips twitched.
What manner of being stood before him?
To this elder, the emperor realm was a mere foundational level.
What about the divine realm experts behind him?
What realm lay beyond the divine realm, vexing both the ruins and the outside world for millennia?
The artifact spirit adopted a grave expression.
“In the great thousand worlds, martial arts are diverse, but ultimately, combat prowess reigns supreme. You, who cannot even amplify your strength by 10,000 times, are unworthy of knowing Master’s name. Once you meet the criteria, I’ll divulge all you wish to know.”
With that, the old man promptly departed, paying no heed to Braydon.
Until Braydon met the requirements, he would offer no assistance or information.
However, the artifact spirit had succeeded in luring Braydon inside prematurely.
Perhaps after countless years of waiting, he had yet to find a suitable candidate.
Now that he had ensnared Braydon, he would house him in the tower for recovery.
Maybe then he would meet the criteria.
When that time came, the old artifact spirit’s mission would be fulfilled, and he would be liberated from his aeons-long slumber, enduring the darkness and solitude as a sentient artifact spirit.
It was already a miracle that he hadn’t turned into a monster.
Braydon furrowed his brow slightly, eyeing the human remains on the throne, and gradually eased his tension.
Since he was already here, he might as well accept the situation.
If the goateed elder truly possessed the terrifying power he claimed, he could effortlessly end Braydon’s life with a mere gesture.
There was no need for all this banter.
With that thought, Braydon settled into a cross-legged position, immersing himself in deep cultivation.
His spiritual aperture emitted a faint glow as he delved into his practice.
Meanwhile, Green Lotus and the ancient martial arts banished immortal pursued their own paths of understanding, just as Braydon did.
Thanks to his refinement of the seed of life, his body had achieved perfection, and his talent had surged tenfold, hastening his comprehension of the imperial path.
Presently, Braydon’s talent matched, if not surpassed, that of Green Lotus from a month prior.
However, the transformation had also bolstered Green Lotus’ malevolent nature, amplifying his already formidable talent tenfold.
This disparity irked Braydon.
Undeterred, Braydon delved into the golden imperial path, effortlessly advancing his saber path to the second level.
Within half a day, it ascended to the third level, demonstrating his innate aptitude with the saber imperial path.
Meanwhile, Green Lotus continued his anomalous ascent, his mastery of the sword imperial path paving the way for swift comprehension of other imperial paths.
Frustrated, the ancient martial arts banished immortal also strove to keep pace, their collective efforts allowing them to explore twenty imperial paths in a single day, moving on to new avenues once the second level was attained.
The relentless march of time continued unabated.
Despite 100 days passing within the confines of Star Tower, in the outside world, only 10 days had elapsed.
Suddenly, the goateed elder materialized, his eyes alight with astonishment as if beholding something extraordinary.
“Kid, there’s a mystery within your being,” he exclaimed, his surprise palpable. “In just a hundred days here, your battle prowess has been escalating. Your cultivation pace quickens as you progress further—it’s abnormal. There must be a hidden secret within you!”
Clearly, this artifact spirit was no simpleton.
Typically, as individuals advanced in their cultivation, their progress would gradually slow down.
However, some rare beings defied this norm, accelerating as they ascended.
This anomaly hinted at one thing: their untapped potential during their youth was so vast that it couldn’t fully manifest until later stages.
As their strength and realm expanded, their vessel— their body—would likewise grow, allowing their latent potential to unfurl to its fullest extent.
This process of unleashing one’s potential represented the stage of the swiftest progress.
Thus, the goateed elder stood shocked by the revelation.
Interrupted by this revelation, Braydon abruptly rose to his feet, the 3,000 imperial paths arrayed behind him in a display of power.
“I’m a newly ascended expert of the emperor realm,” he declared, his tone firm. “Excluding the sword imperial path, 2,000 paths have reached the second level of the emperor realm. Each of these second-level imperial paths can amplify combat power by 200 times.”
