The Strongest War God

Chapter 1435: The Appearance of a Young Dragon

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

He had actually absorbed 99 drops of primordial chaos true essence in one go, equating to nearly 900 strands of primordial chaos Qi.

Following the absorption of this essence, his spine underwent a remarkable transformation.

A Spine Dragon emerged, stretching a hundred meters long, as it soared from Braydon Neal’s back with a deafening roar, its presence shattering the very fabric of the sky.

With each passing moment, Braydon’s strength surged, his aura exerting pressure surpassing even that of saints.

Could he potentially rival an eminent saint?

The question lingered as Braydon’s cultivation journey continued, unhindered by any bottleneck in his power accumulation.

As long as the primordial chaos Qi persisted, so too would his breakthroughs.

Yet, the next step posed the greatest risk—the skull.

Positioned closest to the spiritual aperture and the head, any misstep could result in dire consequences.

Failure to control his strength could lead to fatal consequences, potentially shattering his spiritual aperture.

Navigating this perilous stage demanded utmost caution.

With 23 skull bones to refine, Braydon focused his efforts, recognizing the intricacies of each component.

While the upper and lower jaws posed manageable challenges, it was the frontal bone that proved most formidable.

Serving as the gateway to the spiritual aperture, the frontal bone had been fortified by mental power, rendering it nearly impervious to intrusion.

Forceful attempts to breach it risked injury to the spiritual aperture—an outcome tantamount to self-crippling.

Aware of the stakes, Braydon proceeded with patience, acknowledging the need for meticulous precision in his approach.

Honing a single frontal bone took Braydon an entire month, while the process of refining the entire skull demanded half a year of meticulous effort.

Unbeknownst to many, this pace was remarkably swift.

In the world beyond, such an undertaking would have spanned at least a century for an ordinary martial artist.

The swiftness of his breakthrough correlated directly with the precision of his power control.

With all 206 bones honed to perfection, each now contained primordial chaos true essence.

Seated cross-legged at the canyon’s peak, Braydon opened his eyes, their depths suffused with primordial chaos Qi.

His body had undergone a profound transformation, akin to the creation of an acquired primordial chaos body.

As he broke through, his roar reverberated like that of a mighty tiger and dragon, his form radiating a gray pressure that seemed to defy the passage of time.

Observing from afar, Beckham Jovel and his companions wore bitter smiles.

The terror of the evil path lay bare before them, capable of propelling cultivators to rapid ascension while fueling insatiable desires that could lead to treachery and cannibalization.

Yet, unbeknownst to them, Braydon had tempered his nature.

He had adeptly converted the ice elemental great path cultivated by the frost bears into primordial chaos Qi.

It was unlike Finley Yanagi, who would resort to forbidden evil techniques for power absorption.

In that decisive moment, Braydon’s calm voice broke the silence.

“Break!” he commanded.

With a resounding boom, his strength responded in kind.

Primordial chaos true essence surged from his bones, coalescing into a sphere of power that pulsed with formidable energy.

He aimed to form a pill!

Above his head, the thousand-meter-long gray imperial path began to crumble.

Its collapse mirrored the shedding of an outer shell, revealing the essence within and the nurtured entities.

Gradually, a minuscule gray chain emerged—the chains of chaos and order.

The true essence energy above Braydon’s head condensed into a pill, no larger than a quail egg, and tinged with gray.

As the chains of order gradually coiled around him, it began its transformation into a divine pill.

At the moment the divine pill took shape, the frost world was rent asunder by an intensely radiant thunderbolt, descending like a snow-white sword from the heavens.

With a single strike, it landed on the divine pill.

The gray light of the pill dimmed, and Braydon’s face paled as he coughed up a mouthful of blood!

This thunderbolt could fell an eminent saint!

And it was merely the first in a series of thunder tribulations that promised to escalate in ferocity.

“Your Highness, utilize the Spirit Summoning Art! Summon the artifact spirit of the Hall of Souls to shield yourself!” The three individuals’ expressions turned grave.

“The thunder tribulation has breached the small world’s barrier. The power of the initial thunder tribulation alone is enough to slay an eminent saint. Subsequent thunder tribulations will only intensify, likely rivaling that of a saint!” Issac Irwin’s voice rang out with urgency.

The divine realm had attracted a holy master calamity.

What extraordinary feat had Braydon accomplished to draw such lethal ire from the heavens?

It was a clear attempt on his life!

Braydon lifted his gaze, understanding that survival through the thunder tribulation rested solely on his shoulders.

If he needed the Hall of Souls’ assistance this time, what would he depend on next time?

If a cultivator relied on external objects to confront their thunder tribulation, they would inevitably perish under the relentless onslaught of heaven and earth.

“Dual-pupils, open!” Braydon shouted, lifting his head.

His dual-pupils were activated!

In each eye, the main pupil rested in the center.

Three concentric circles of nine pupils rotated, forming the most potent dual-pupils.

The prowess of the ten-eyed dual-pupils remained undiscovered by Braydon until now.

But in this dire moment, facing life and death, it was time to unlock his latent potential!

The bloodline of the Neal family coursing through Braydon’s veins surged to life, instantly activated.

Within the bloodline, the figure of the first ancestor materialized and stood behind Braydon.

The figure merged into Braydon’s body, their forms overlapping seamlessly.

Braydon’s ancient memories, originating from his bloodline, stirred awake!

“In ancient times, the dual-pupils held one secret, one technique!”

Braydon gazed skyward with his dual-pupils, his voice steady. “The first secret of the dual-pupils: Heaven-Splitting!”

With a swoosh, the heavens above him split open entirely, unveiling the starry expanse beyond the void.

Heavenly thunder cascaded down, striking the primordial chaos divine pill.

Braydon’s complexion grew even paler, blood trickling from the corner of his lips. “The second secret: flatten the plains,” he declared coolly.

Fully unleashing his dual-pupils, a part of his eye technique, Braydon employed the heaven-splitting technique to obliterate all hindrances.

Beneath the flat ground, obstacles crumbled into nothingness before him.

The potency of the heavenly thunder was halved!

Each successive bolt grew stronger than the last.

The initial thunder strike could slay an eminent saint.

By the eleventh strike, Braydon relied on his dual-pupils to endure.

Activating the secret techniques concealed within his dual-pupils, Braydon persistently fought on!

Though fully opened, his dual-pupils couldn’t halt the thunder tribulation.

Then came the twelfth bolt, descending like a snow-white sword, capable of felling a half-step holy master!

Twelve wings sprouted from Braydon’s back, resembling those of the feathered-men, shielding him! @@novelbin@@

With one blow, blood spattered, and white feathers wafted skyward, as the entire canyon was laid to ruin.

Braydon collapsed onto the Yin-Yang Five Elements Diagram, which encased him protectively.

Tens of thousands of strands of primordial chaos Qi interwove to form a defensive barrier.

“I fear there will be 69 heavenly tribulations and 54 heavenly thunderbolts in total. The twelfth heavenly thunderbolt alone can slay a half-step holy master. How will His Highness endure the rest?” Beckham exclaimed exasperatedly.

“Hall of Souls, please protect His Highness!” Issac implored.

The Hall of Souls possessed an artifact spirit.

As expected, a solemn voice intoned, “I unleashed the heavenly thunder. This kid displays remarkable talent, akin to a young dragon. It’s a shame he strays from the righteous path, delving into darkness. The might of the thunder tribulation is apt to awaken him!”

The Hall of Souls’ artifact spirit sounded somewhat dissatisfied.

Yet, Braydon seemed oblivious, indifferent to the spirit’s sentiments.

For he had his own path to tread!

The onslaught of heavenly thunder grew increasingly relentless.

The thirteenth bolt condensed in the starry expanse, descending like a radiant pillar that cloaked the world.

Potent enough to slay a holy master!

This assault could spell doom for a fledgling holy master!

Confronting it head-on, Braydon risked annihilation of both body and soul.