The Strongest War God

Chapter 1399: It’s Him, It’s Him, It’s Him!

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Day and night, he could condense four threads of primordial chaos Qi.

This meant that he could refine a bone in just over two days.

Starting with the bones of his four limbs, Braydon Neal had 126 bones in total to hone.

In the boundless expanse of the sea, the ceaseless surge of seawater returned and was absorbed by the Yin-Yang Five Elements Diagram.

Fontane Neal observed from a distance, concealed in the shadows.

He sighed softly, remarking on the remarkable technique Braydon employed.

“Unlike methods reliant on spiritual energy, Braydon uses primordial chaos Qi as the foundation, refining it directly into his body—a feat that defies belief.”

Primordial chaos Qi, inherently intangible, disintegrated upon contact, reducing all substances it encountered to nothingness.

However, Braydon possessed a unique capability.

Through the analysis facilitated by his dual-pupils, he could transmute all things into chaos, enabling his body to withstand its power.

Despite the relentless passage of time and the tumult of the elements, Braydon remained seated, unwavering.

Meanwhile, in the distant sky, two figures swiftly approached, homing in on Braydon’s location.

As martial artists, they couldn’t overlook the unusual movement of the seawater, which flowed with discernible purpose.

Sensing the potential emergence of a treasure, they anticipated riches or rare artifacts—a discovery that might spark a ruthless scramble.

They accelerated their pace and were astonished to see a figure floating on the distant sea’s surface.

Could someone have beaten them to it, stealing a march on the two brothers?

Instantly, panic seized them.

As they closed in within a hundred miles of Braydon, his features came into clear view.

Clad in white robes and sporting a silver mask, he sat serenely on the water’s surface, deeply engrossed in meditation.

Beneath him lay the Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram, while the churning seawater flowed back into his Yin-Yang Five Elements.

“He must be harboring a treasure!” the two arrivals speculated greedily, their eyes gleaming with avarice.

They coveted the Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram as if it were a precious artifact, unaware that it was merely a byproduct of his cultivation.

Unfazed by their presence, Braydon had long been aware of their approach but paid them little mind.

In the six months of his seclusion, they were just the latest in a string of unwelcome visitors.

Spirit beasts and other interlopers had similarly sought to pilfer what they assumed to be a treasure, only to meet their demise.

Over the course of his six-month seclusion, Braydon’s cultivation had caused the water level in the vicinity to recede by three meters.

The vastness of the sea dwarfed the 3,000 ruins, highlighting the significance of this change.

The volume of water consumed by Braydon in half a year exceeded that of Earth’s water supply—a testament to the extent of his cultivation, wherein he transformed worldly essence into primordial chaos Qi, assimilating it into his being.

In total, Braydon had spent 180 days condensing 720 strands of primordial chaos Qi.

Nine strands of primordial chaos Qi were required to refine a single bone, and Braydon had already honed 80 bones out of the 126 in his limbs.

His capacity to contain such chaotic energy had begun to affect the surrounding space and time.

Braydon aimed to cultivate the postnatal primordial chaos body, a path of cultivation that rendered everything it encountered into nothingness.

This singular pursuit could sever the 3,000 worldly paths, granting him immunity even from the ravages of time itself—an unparalleled form of longevity.

As he continued his cultivation with closed eyes, a faint trace of primordial chaos Qi materialized on the Five Elements Taiji Diagram beneath him, causing the space to distort under its weight.

The two observers were dumbfounded.

“Primordial chaos Qi!” exclaimed the skinny young man, his astonishment evident. “It’s really primordial chaos Qi!”

“By the heavens, indeed it is,” agreed the second man, equally taken aback.

What manner of treasure could this be?

The two men pondered, realizing the potential for exponentially increased power if this energy were used to refine weapons.

With that thought, their eyes met, each harboring the same intent—to seize the treasure through force.

Both were formidable saint realm practitioners, boasting cultivation levels far surpassing Braydon’s.

Armed and determined, they charged forth.

Their murderous intent had just become apparent.

“Eliminate them!” Braydon sensed it and calmly commanded, his eyes still closed as he expelled a tendril of primordial chaos Qi.

With a whoosh, an ethereal figure emerged from Braydon’s body—the ancient martial arts banished immortal.

While Braydon had been cultivating outside for half a year, the three banished immortals had spent the past five years refining their skills in Star Tower.

This substantial period had undoubtedly bolstered their combat prowess, particularly that of the ancient martial arts banished immortal, who had forsaken the direct control of the 3,000 great paths and returned to fundamental cultivation.

Once the ancient martial arts banished immortal materialized, the two intruders were momentarily taken aback.

Then, they scoffed, “You… an emperor realm youth? You’re clueless to bring such a precious treasure out here!”

“Enough chatter!”

The ancient martial arts banished immortal shot them a glance, and an imperial path materialized behind him—yin first, then yang, and so forth, with a total of twenty-four variations.

The transformations multiplied exponentially, doubling his combat strength with each iteration.

The two intruders were immediately thrown into disarray.

The ancient martial arts banished immortal seemed deceptively feeble, yet its aura continued to surge, instilling an unsettling sense of unease.

If this trend continued, he would soon match the two intruders in battle prowess.

“The disparity in our realms isn’t something you can bridge with a mere uptick in your combat abilities,” remarked the thin young man coldly.

Indeed, the two of them had reason to be confident.

Even with a hundredfold increase in combat strength, the ancient martial arts banished immortal still fell short.

Shaking his head slightly, the ancient martial arts banished immortal chose not to dignify their words with a response.

How could they possibly comprehend the intricacies of the Myriad Path Diagram?

The profound variables and the resulting surge in combat prowess were beyond their ken.

Then, a sixth imperial path materialized behind the ancient martial arts banished immortal.

These six imperial paths hung like colossal fish, intertwining seamlessly—a testament to his complete mastery of these great paths.

His aura surged to 720 times its usual intensity.

“Even if your combat prowess were a thousand times greater and you dared to challenge the Ivory Tower, your realm remains too low. You’re still nothing before us,” the skinny young man claimed.

“I’ve ascended to the thirteenth stage of the Ivory Tower!” the ancient martial arts banished immortal announced with a faint smile.

“What?!”

The two of them were utterly stunned, their faces contorted with horror as they glanced between Braydon’s original body seated nearby and the ancient martial arts banished immortal.

In that moment, a realization dawned upon them.

Run!

It was the singular thought echoing in their minds.

Escape!

They had to flee this place, and fast.

For here was the prodigy of the Neal family, renowned throughout the Spirit Sea.

The unrivaled genius who had ascended to the thirteenth stage of the Ivory Tower single-handedly.

With a swift turn, they bolted, desperate to put as much distance between them and this formidable presence as possible.