The Strongest War God-Chapter 1914: Summoning the Crippled Bodies
Chapter 1914: Summoning the Crippled Bodies
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Come out!" He raised his left hand and punched deep into the sea.
Swoosh!
A golden flood dragon was forced out of the water.
All the gods associated with dragons were extraordinary, stronger than others of the same level.
This one was an eighth-level god king.
The golden flood dragon hovered in the sky, its golden vertical pupils filled with cruelty. "I didn’t want to be your enemy!"
"Kill them!"
Braydon Neal ignored it. The golden flood dragon wasn’t worthy of being his enemy. With just a thought, he could make a move.
Braydon’s body instantly expanded, resembling a Dharma Idol!
He punched the golden flood dragon and fought it fiercely.
The golden flood dragon wasn’t afraid at all.
It unleashed the pressure of a god king, sweeping across the sea for 90,000 miles.
Its massive body stirred the surface of the water.
Braydon grabbed the dragon’s tail with one hand and hurled it into the sky.
The golden flood dragon spun around and bared its sharp fangs, sinking them into Braydon’s arm.
In pain, Braydon pressed the dragon’s head down and hammered it hard.
The scales on the dragon’s head shattered, and blood splattered everywhere.
Both of them were injured.
It was a competition of pure strength.
The golden flood dragon acted shamelessly first, opening its mouth abruptly to reveal a golden sword formed from its own god path, representing a path fruit.
Swoosh!
The golden light pierced through Braydon’s chest, severely wounding him.
"Eating you won’t do me any good!" The golden flood dragon’s eyes were cold.
It cultivated the god path, while Braydon followed the immortal path.
Their powers were different, and it couldn’t refine him even if it swallowed him.
It was like trying to digest charcoal—it would only burn itself.
Braydon stood in the air, the fist-sized hole in his chest slowly healing.
The god power within him was instantly extinguished by his body, allowing his injuries to mend quickly.
He released the golden flood dragon but chose not to kill it.
Thoughtfully, he said, "If we rely solely on our normal combat strength, the chances of victory are 50-50. However, if I use a forbidden technique, I can sever his body; and with another, I can cut off his soul!"
This was Braydon’s assessment of himself.
It was no longer crucial whether the golden flood dragon lived or died; his combat strength was already apparent.
His normal combat abilities were comparable to those of a newly advanced god king.
At that moment, Braydon sat cross-legged in the Spirit Sea as the golden sea gradually calmed around him.
He entered a state of cultivation.
Thirteen immortal realms!
Braydon was still in the immortal realm.
He had previously been preoccupied with various matters, neglecting his own cultivation.
Of the 100,000 Dharma Idols in the Dharma Nation, 60,000 had formed, and he had fused 40,000 of them!
This left 20,000 still to fuse, allowing him to cultivate two more realms.
Sitting cross-legged on the Sea of Gods, he radiated an exceptionally dazzling presence.
An embryonic form of the immortal path appeared above Braydon’s head—his own immortal path!
The hundred-meter immortal path shimmered with an immortal aura.
Braydon did not need to exert any effort to comprehend the great path.
Not only were the 10,000 banished immortals already ahead of him, but he could also use this for himself, thanks to the merit of ten thousand generations.
His memories awakened, including those of Lukyan Flerov.
Back then, Lukyan had been known as the number one Heaven’s Favorite in the immortal realm, the one who transcended the immortal path and then turned around to slaughter the entire immortal realm.
Braydon had inherited all of Lukyan’s insights, putting him ahead in terms of cultivation realm.
Braydon was able to advance a thousand miles a day without any obstruction.
What truly held him back was the accumulation of power.
He closed his eyes to cultivate, reflecting on how he had previously asked the nine-headed serpent and the other thousand creatures to search the Immortal Burial Ground for rare herbs.
Today, that effort paid off.
He had spiritual immortal medicine and immortal fruit that had existed for millions of years—he lacked nothing.
Braydon opened his mouth and swallowed the immortal medicine, refining the pure immortal energy and transforming it into his own power.
The embryonic form of the immortal path above his head changed every day, with the hundred-meter immortal path increasing to a thousand meters in just one day.
His cultivation had advanced to the second realm, the second level of the immortal realm.
Braydon’s cultivation speed was shockingly fast.
From then on, he continued to improve at that pace daily.
His breakthrough speed depended on how quickly he refined the immortal medicine and accumulated his strength.
Nine days later, the ten-thousand-meter-long immortal light shone like the Milky Way as Braydon broke through to the third level of the immortal realm.
Such a terrifying cultivation speed was rare; even at the peak of the immortal realm, every step in the immortal realm took a significant amount of time.
For someone like Braydon, one day of cultivation equated to ten thousand years of effort—an accumulation of thousands of generations manifesting in the present.
It was truly astonishing!
Even Lukyan’s body regarded Braydon with caution in this life, believing him to be overly ambitious.
Little did they realize how formidable the path fruits accumulated by the bodies of the 10,000 generations!
Braydon’s boldness was beyond what ordinary people could comprehend, making it natural for him to have ambitions that far exceeded those of the average person.
In the following years, Braydon paid no attention to the outside world as he secluded himself to cultivate.
The immortal path above his head grew to two hundred miles long, and it took just three months for him to reach the fourth level of the immortal realm.
It was common knowledge that the further one progressed in cultivation, the harder it became.
The final step involved accumulating strength.
Understanding the immortal path defined the realm, while the accumulation of power was stored within the body.
More importantly, although Braydon had entered the immortal realm, he did not possess the body of an immortal.
His body could contain 100,000 Dharma Idols, but the power of the immortal path couldn’t alter Braydon’s constitution.
This resulted in the accumulated immortal power being concentrated in a specific part of his body, effectively creating a divine treasure within him that housed the power of the immortal path.
Even so, Braydon’s cultivation speed was still insufficient.
Reaching the fifth level of the immortal realm took him almost half a year. freёwebnoѵel.com
Logically speaking, such a speed was not considered slow.
"Come back!" Braydon released his aura.
After sitting cross-legged for nine months, he suddenly stood up and opened his eyes, speaking in a low voice, "Come back!"
He used the Spirit Summoning Art once more.
Was he preparing to recall the 10,000 banished immortals?
Four spatial tunnels appeared in the distant starry sky.
From four different directions, individuals who looked exactly like Braydon emerged.
All four crippled bodies were summoned back.
With all the races in the universe gathered in the Immortal Burial Ground and nothing else to occupy their time, it was the perfect moment to call them back.
"My true self!" the first crippled body declared, releasing a powerful aura that indicated he had already reached the god king realm.
His cultivation had entered the god king realm, although he wasn’t entirely sure of his strength.
After fusing 30,000 Dharma Idols, his true power far surpassed his cultivation.
"Your cultivation level is too low," the second crippled body said calmly. "The 70,000 Dharma Idols will be completed in three years."
The third body, seeing through everything, was well aware of the progress of the Dharma Nation.
"I called you back because of my cultivation," Braydon said softly.
"Understood!"
The fourth crippled body was the strongest among them.
Although he was also at the god king realm, his power surpassed that of the other three.
This was because he was the closest to achieving the perfect body of the original form.
He had once borne 90,000 Dharma Idols.
At the void god realm, he could take down peak realm experts and battle those who had comprehended the will of transcendence.
This was the fourth crippled body.
He stepped forward and, with a single palm strike, split the small world, revealing the sky of the Immortal Burial Ground outside.
"Bind!"
The fourth crippled body reached for the sky with his bare hands.
In the vast expanse above, the power of the immortal path converged in his palm, transforming into a dense ball of essence filled with incredibly rich immortal energy.
