The Strongest War God

Chapter 1521: The 444th Level

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The banner of the Northern Army fluttered high, its black silk emblem unmistakable.

Every soldier donned black armor adorned with the Northern Army sword insignia.

Braydon Neal arrived swiftly at the entrance to the Hall of Souls’ first level.

Inside, lively discussions filled the hall.

The sudden appearance of a million black-armored elites at the entrance left everyone speculating about their faction within the Spirit Sea. That is, until Braydon made his entrance.

Cloaked in white robes, his shoulders adorned with the gilded Qilin cape, Braydon’s identity was unmistakable.

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The Cloud Treading Qilin marked him as the commander. With the Northern King Sword at his side, he strode to the palace’s forefront.

Not a word was uttered.

“Commander!” The soldiers of the Northern Army drew their blades and bowed in unison.

Once again, a million elites stood before Braydon. “Everyone, enter the hall and ascend to the ninth level. From this day forward, only members of the Northern Army may access the ninth level of the Hall of Souls!”

Braydon’s decree resonated not only with those outside but also within the Hall of Souls itself.

Holding the Soul Master Token, he wielded unrivaled authority within its confines.

With a simple command, all the soul slaves emerged and guided the Northern Army into the Hall of Souls.

No registration was necessary, as Braydon had already provided all the required information in advance.

All he had to do was issue a soul token.

Each person would receive one, which they could use at crucial moments.

This was the advantage of entering the Hall of Souls for the first time.

Braydon glanced at Syrus Yanagi and the others, speaking softly. “If you need anything, find Luke and Westley.”

“Alright,” Syrus nodded.

With that, Braydon vanished, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention.

The old geezer from Demon Saint Island was waiting for him to leave the Hall of Souls.

Since the Northern Army had entered the Spirit Sea, Braydon’s connection to the Northern Army couldn’t be concealed, so he might as well acknowledge it.

And it didn’t matter if he did.

In the eyes of Spirit Sea cultivators, subordinates and servants held little importance.

Sometimes, even family and children were of no consequence.

Such concerns didn’t trouble cultivators.

They were, after all, heartless.

The stronger their cultivation, the longer they lived, the less human they became.

Braydon led the Northern Army into the Spirit Sea single-handedly.

In a flash, he reached the ninth level: the Five-Element World. It had been cleared, and only people from the Northern Army could enter.

Standing before a mountain peak with his hands behind his back, Braydon observed the distant foot of the mountain.

The Northern Army had arrived, calmly choosing their encampment and setting up a defense zone.

There was no chaos.

On the contrary, everything was in order.

Every legion knew their role well.

The commanders, seasoned generals with countless battles under their belts, possessed an unmatched sense of teamwork, especially in aiding their comrades.

Braydon lingered for a day, observing as a new city took shape from the ground up.

In the Northern Army, there were no weaklings.

With eight million divines, constructing a new city was no challenge.

In the Five-Element World, there was neither day nor night.

Only the five-element path adorned the sky.

In a flash, Braydon ascended to the highest hall in the core area of the new city.

Inside, the Northern Army’s top brass had gathered.

Although they had convened for a meeting upon their arrival at the Hall of Souls, they didn’t notice Braydon’s presence until he suddenly appeared.

Whoosh!

Everyone rose to their feet.

“Commander!” The 800 regimental commanders bowed their heads.

“I’ve been here for a day, and I’m pleased to see how quickly you’ve adapted to life here,” Braydon remarked with a faint smile.

“Brothers, perhaps after a few days, we should allow the soldiers more freedom to explore,” suggested Luther Carden.

The topic of discussion was the future living arrangements for the Northern Army in the Hall of Souls world.

“Agreed,” Braydon nodded. “Those who have reached the saint realm are free to choose to enter other small worlds. They can travel in groups or lead expeditions to collect necessary cultivation materials. However, those who haven’t reached the saint realm must remain here and cultivate diligently.”

“Yes, sir!” Everyone understood Braydon’s intentions.

The minimum requirement to enter the 99 worlds of the Hall of Souls was the saint realm, and even saints faced dangers in these various small worlds.

Not to mention the cultivators who hadn’t reached the saint realm.

“Luke, Colton, come with me,” Braydon chuckled.

“Alright,” Luke Yates and Colton Jansky responded, their spirits dampened.

They had anticipated being able to roam freely in the future, but now Braydon had come and taken the two troublemakers away directly.

Luther and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

With Luke and Colton under Braydon’s watchful eye, there would be no more trouble.

It was for the best that Braydon took them away.

With him overseeing their activities, they could focus on their cultivation.

In the Hall of Souls, on the 444th floor.

“Brother!” Luke was instantly enraged. “Only cultivators at the saint heart realm and above are allowed on the 400th floor and above of the Hall of Souls!”

“Saint heart realm?”

Colton’s eyes widened. “Saint realm, eminent saint realm, holy master realm, and saint heart realm. I’m only at the saint realm!”

“If I go in, the demon beasts inside could knock me out with one punch!”

For the first time, Luke felt fear.

Just because he was simple-minded didn’t mean he was foolish.

As a peak saint realm cultivator, entering a world reserved for saint heart realm cultivators seemed like inviting disaster.

Luke and Colton each clung to a pillar, adamantly refusing to follow Braydon in.

Braydon took hold of them both, ignoring their protests and pleas to be let go.

The outcome was clear: Braydon, with a heart of stone, remained unmoved and brought the two of them in.

The realm of the saint heart!

As Braydon entered, the sky filled with snow and the ground erupted in flames, devoid of any signs of life or greenery.

Here, the ground flames likely reached temperatures of thousands of degrees Celsius, while the sky snow might be near absolute zero.

It was a world of extreme contradiction, characteristic of saint heart realm cultivators—cruel to the core.

The purpose of entering this world was to cultivate the heart, as cultivators at the saint heart realm possessed the determination to do so.

Upon arrival, Luke wore a bitter expression, while Colton looked worried.

They both realized there was no gain to be had in this desolate place, only torment.

Simultaneously, Luke’s sharp eyes caught something to the east.

“Damn! Brother, look!” he exclaimed.

“What in the world is that?” Colton fumed.

“Haha!” In the east, a colossal figure, standing 3,000 meters tall with bronze-colored skin, strode barefooted across the ground, its booming voice echoing. “I’ve finally grasped it!”

“The Dharma realm?” Braydon’s eyes gleamed with recognition.

He was familiar with a unique and terrifying secret technique.

The Dharma realm could grant immense height, a technique that had once existed on Earth but was since lost.