The Strongest War God-Chapter 1895: Remarkable State of Mind
Chapter 1895: Remarkable State of Mind
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Terrifying immortal spiritual energy surged from the River of Time and poured into Braydon Neal’s head.
Boundless immortal energy entered his body, yet it couldn’t alter his constitution.
Braydon himself could never become an immortal—but he could still cultivate the immortal path.
The day he stepped into the immortal realm, he triggered a shocking immortal tribulation.
Eighty-one bolts of immortal lightning pierced through the regional wall of the small world, crashing into the River of Time.
Braydon, ever the fearless warrior, didn’t care at all.
Enveloped in the great tribulation, with lightning striking his head, he brazenly charged into the river to face his opponent once again.
It was a prodigy of the path realm—an ancient path realm being.
The leader of the Seven Realm Path.
Ancient realm existences were stronger than universe cultivators of the same level, but the path realm creatures were stronger than those of the other six realms.
The ancient path realm was equivalent to the ancient gods and ancient immortals.
Though they shared the same realm, their strength was greater.
Braydon surged forward again, the lightning tribulation crashing down on his head.
He paid no mind to it as he descended upon a mysterious ancient realm—the hidden path realm within the universe.
To be precise, cracks in the universe led outside its boundaries, and one of these cracks in the cosmos wall was sealed by the path realm.
In this mysterious ancient realm, the path realm, Braydon had cultivated for thousands of generations and had once entered.
Now, as he returned to this ancient place, he realized that path realm beings didn’t relish in killing.
The great path’s providence was overwhelmingly strong, nearly masking the universe’s origin aura.
As long as a being from the path realm didn’t die prematurely, they had the chance to reach the peak realm in time.
This was why the Seven Realm Path reigned as the leader.
In the path realm, all living beings were revered.
It boasted 72,000 training halls, and from time to time, transcendents would descend to each path field to preach.
The masters of every dojo were supported by human cultivators, making the path realm the most dominant place.
All beings were expected to respect the human race.
Failing to do so meant being treated as an outsider, and any attack against human cultivators would be seen as a disruption to the path realm—resulting in their extermination by nightfall.
Despite its outward peace, the path realm was also ruled by a great tyranny.
Braydon descended into the path realm amidst his immortal tribulation.
On the peak of a lush mountain stood a simple wooden house.
Inside, a green-robed man was brewing tea to recuperate.
Hearing the rumble of thunder in the distance, he murmured, "I worked hard to build this solitary dojo. How can you destroy it with that lightning?"
"Cut the crap, let’s fight again!" Braydon appeared, as domineering as ever, his aura no longer concealed.
His power had grown exponentially, at least three to five times stronger than before.
Even if it had increased by three to five hundred times, it wouldn’t be surprising.
The green-robed man could feel the pressure and didn’t need to think long to know Braydon had broken through a major realm.
"You should transcend the tribulation first," he said, raising his palm.
The sky and earth shifted, forming an innate yin-yang diagram that distorted time and space.
In an instant, Braydon’s body was sent a thousand miles away to prevent the dojo from being destroyed by the immortal lightning.
This was the green-robed man’s divine ability—Heaven and Earth Changing.
Braydon had faced difficulties when fighting him before.
Now, standing in the sky, Braydon endured the 81 immortal lightning bolts without a scratch.
It was clear he didn’t care about the immortal tribulation.
Meanwhile, the green-robed man sat cross-legged, eyes closed, hands resting in front of his knees, adjusting his breathing.
He appeared calm, yet Braydon could sense he was unlocking the deepest restraints within his body—preparing to fight at his peak!
Braydon stood calmly to the side, hands clasped behind his back, waiting in silence.
He wasn’t the type to take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state.
Two hours passed.
The green-robed man slowly opened his eyes and spoke softly, "The killing intent in you is too strong. Killing is, ultimately, a lower path. Stay here with me and cultivate for ten thousand years. Calm your heart and nourish your Qi. In time, your state of mind will match mine."
"This battle will be our last!"
After this fight, Braydon’s path of cultivation would end.
He was the only one left of the 50,000 Dharma Idols.
The 10,000 banished immortals weren’t idle either—they were about to cultivate 60,000 Dharma Idols for Braydon.
The banished immortals and his original body were both undergoing intense training.
So, after this battle, Braydon should go out and explore the world.
He had been here long enough, and the endless battles had left him weary.
The green-robed man shook his head gently.
He looked like an ordinary person who had never stepped onto the path of cultivation, but the air around him was thick with a deep Daoist aura.
Braydon raised his hand, and the Northern King Sword was unsheathed.
Usually, when he did this, it would stir waves and his killing intent would be palpable.
As the sword emerged, its domineering light cut through everything in its path.
The green-robed man’s innate Taiji spun in response, blocking the ten-thousand-meter-long sword light.
With each rotation, the light weakened, ground down bit by bit.
His defense was flawless.
Braydon was on the offensive, while the green-robed man stood firm in defense.
The longer they fought, the more terrifying Braydon’s battle intent grew.
Yet, he used no forbidden techniques—not even the Myriad Lifetime Technique.
In just three breaths, Braydon had slashed over a thousand times, with each strike powerful enough to kill an ancient immortal.
Yet, the green-robed man blocked every single one with calm precision. freewebnoveℓ.com
His defense seemed unbreakable.
Braydon finally sheathed his sword and exhaled.
"You’re not going to fight anymore?" the green-robed man asked, surprised.
"I told you, this is our last battle. You think cultivating defense is the best offense, but I’m already tired. Today’s battle will decide the victor."
Braydon took a step forward.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...
Nine figures appeared, hovering in the air.
It was the Son of Heaven’s Nine Strikes!
Each figure resembled Braydon’s original body.
The green-robed man observed and exclaimed in surprise, "What an exquisite and peculiar technique. Give me fifteen minutes to deduce it."
"Take your time!" Braydon, having found a worthy opponent, agreed without hesitation.
The green-robed man was extremely gifted.
By simply watching Braydon perform the Son of Heaven’s Nine Strikes, he began drawing invisible marks with his hands.
His body split into two, then two into four, and four into eight!
All of this happened within 15 minutes.
"It’s useless to deduce a mere imitation!" Braydon shook his head.
"Forget it!" The green-robed man conceded, realizing he couldn’t fully comprehend the monarch art.
Braydon gripped his sword in his left hand and called back the nine supremes.
The nine supremes returned to his body, and the sword in his hand illuminated the world.
Its terrifying glow was overwhelming.
The green-robed man’s expression turned serious.
He raised his hand, dispersing the eight supremes, then fused the innate Taiji Diagram with his body, preparing to withstand Braydon’s onslaught with his physical form.
At the moment of collision, the leader of the younger generation from the path realm finally revealed his weapon.
After ten thousand years of cultivation, he had never used it until today—a three-foot-long sword that shone brilliantly.
One blade, one sword!
Upon contact, Braydon took half a step back, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he stared forward.
The green-robed man staggered back seven steps, his right arm shattered and bleeding.
His sword was lodged into the mountain.
The victor had been decided.
To fight again would mean a battle to the death.
"You won!" the green-robed young man acknowledged without disappointment, calmly accepting his defeat, as if the outcome meant nothing to him.
Braydon sheathed his sword and nodded. "Your state of mind is truly remarkable."
