The Strongest War God

Chapter 1433: The Madness Period

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Therefore, many individuals had fallen victim to deception in the past.

“I can give it a try!” Braydon Neal smiled faintly.

“Be careful. The Stone family has made their stance clear. You’ll be venturing into various worlds to hone yourself. Anyone who dares to aid you will become an enemy of the Stone family,” Teddy Webb cautioned, relaying the news circulating outside.

When exploring diverse worlds, assistance was scarce, and the risk of peril was exceedingly high.

This was why many people formed teams in the leisure area, as there was strength in numbers.

With that, Teddy took his leave.

“Young Master Neal, take care. I used my soul token the first time I ventured here. If I fall into the clutches of the frost bears, I’ll either perish or become a soul slave.”

“You are considered strong,” Braydon replied with a furrowed brow.

Teddy responded, “The frost bears are even stronger.”

Their exchange was brief, yet informative.

Braydon was well aware of the trap awaiting in the frost world.

While the supreme treasure could indeed be summoned, acquiring it was far from simple.

Many individuals had fallen victim to scams multiple times.

In the end, Braydon deduced that subduing a supreme treasure required the combat prowess of a holy master.

Perhaps he could give it a try.

A treasure surpassing even the most coveted artifacts was a family’s most crucial asset.

Moreover, within the Hall of Souls, a hundred years equated to merely a year in the outside world.

Time was the resource Braydon lacked the most.

Unlike ordinary individuals, Braydon exuded confidence in his abilities.

A pinnacle could sustain life for 500 years.

An emperor could endure for 700 years.

Divines, on the other hand, could extend their lives to 1,000 years!

Saints had the luxury of 2,000 years.

Despite still being in the emperor realm, Braydon dared to sacrifice 400 years of his lifespan to cultivate here.

One couldn’t help but admire his confidence!

Who else would dare to remain secluded for an extended period in a world where time flowed differently?

It seemed like a waste of lifespan!

Most would not linger in this world for long if they encountered a bottleneck.

Deep in contemplation, Braydon suddenly noticed a large white shadow looming ahead in the frost world.

They were colossal, seven-meter-tall snow-white bears—demonic beasts known for their ferocity and lacking in spirituality.

Sensing the scent of a living being, they charged brazenly.

Their numbers were considerable, numbering in the hundreds, indicating they roamed in groups.

Encountering a super bear group could mean facing tens of thousands of them—the epitome of danger!

Undeterred, Braydon stood with his hands behind his back, hovering in the air, his spiritual aperture aglow.

Two banished immortals emerged!

The primordial chaos banished immortal exuded an air of superiority, causing the void to collapse beneath him.

Meanwhile, the ancient martial arts banished immortal emanated unmatched dominance.

“Cultivate your own path. Go!” Braydon imparted a few words of wisdom.

That was the essence: cultivate one’s own path!

The primordial chaos banished immortal delved into his banished immortal path, while the ancient martial arts banished immortal pursued the 3,000 paths—each forging their unique path.

Braydon realized he, too, must chart his own course.

Taking a stride forward, the primordial chaos banished immortal ruptured the void for miles, vanishing from sight.

“Call upon us if peril looms!” the ancient martial arts banished immortal intoned solemnly before departing as well.

Facing the encroaching frost bears, Braydon comprehended why Teddy had warned him of their formidable strength.

Each frost bear wielded power akin to that of a tenth level saint realm expert—truly a force to reckon with.

Moreover, their numbers swelled into the hundreds, posing a dire threat to any saint realm cultivator caught within their grasp.

Despite the allure of the world’s treasures and the coveted 10,000-year-old Frost Grass, victory would not come easily.

These prizes belonged solely to this realm.

With a resounding roar, the first frost bear charged forth, its fur-clad claws carrying the essence of a great path.

Unflinching, Braydon raised his left hand, summoning the Yin Yang Taiji.

As it evolved into the Eight Trigrams, the divinatory symbols danced in rapid succession. @@novelbin@@

Braydon tapped into two domains—the time domain and the sword domain—amplifying his combat prowess limitlessly.

The fluctuations in the divination grew swifter.

128 hexagrams, magnified 7,000 times.

256 hexagrams, magnified 8,000 times.

512 hexagrams, magnified 9,000 times.

With over 1,000 hexagrams and a battle prowess exceeding 10,000, Braydon stood amidst the wind, his white robe billowing like that of a celestial being in the mortal realm.

Brandishing the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams, he dispatched every frost bear that crossed his path with ease—a near-total rout.

Witnessing this spectacle, the other cultivators training in the frost world could only gape in astonishment.

Braydon’s identity was no longer a mystery: he was undeniably the Neal family’s preeminent prodigy, wielding a path unseen in the Spirit Sea.

Beneath Braydon’s feet, the ground ran red with blood, strewn with the corpses of frost bears.

The corpses of these saint realm creatures were invaluable.

With a casual gesture, Braydon stowed away the spoils in his storage ring, a gift from the Star Tower capable of holding the entire Earth’s worth.

Such resources would prove vital for a practitioner of the primordial chaos path like Braydon, who understood the paramount importance of stockpiling assets for future needs.

Having slain 700 frost bears, Braydon vanished into the snow, leaving behind a trail of carnage as he decimated the frost bear population within a ten-thousand-mile radius—a display that instilled fear in all who witnessed it.

In a frigid canyon, the echoes of his exploits reverberated through the frozen expanse.

Braydon sat cross-legged, the Yin-Yang Five Elements Diagram beneath him, visibly absorbing the world’s energy—ice, snow, and earth—all converted into streams of power and drawn into the diagram.

A trace of primordial chaos Qi emerged, swiftly swallowed by Braydon.

From time to time, the three great soul slaves of the Hall of Souls would observe Braydon’s cultivation progress.

“How many frost bears has His Highness dispatched in the past week?” Beckham inquired.

“95,445,” Carlisle Jaynes promptly replied.

Braydon’s relentless slaughter of frost bears served as intense training, though he eventually realized it was more effective to cultivate independently.

Braydon had five banished immortals, each following their own path.

In contrast, Braydon’s true body pursued the primordial chaos path, focusing on accumulating power.

This path, the primordial chaos path, encompassed time, space, and the 3,000 great paths—the primary cultivation focus of the banished immortals.

For Braydon’s true body, the one path was chosen—the primordial chaos path.

Through condensing primordial chaos Qi into primordial chaos true essence and infusing it into his bones, he aimed to reach the divine realm and craft the primordial chaos divine pill.

And at the saint realm, his cultivation would center on the primordial chaos path.

The profound essence of primordial chaos hinted at the secrets of immortality, and Braydon required time to delve into its depths.

Each banished immortal pursued their unique path, requiring ample time for comprehension and mastery.

With primordial chaos permeating his body, Braydon remained impervious to the effects of time.

Eternity seemed within reach.

Ten days had elapsed since Braydon’s entry into the frost world, yet only a single day had transpired within the Hall of Souls.

Above the canyon, a gray imperial path materialized, its significance looming large.