The Strongest War God

Chapter 1524: A Sudden Change

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The rock dragon, though severely wounded, hadn’t perished.

Its resilience was remarkable, with its scattered flesh and blood instinctively seeking refuge within the earth’s crevices, a testament to its formidable vitality.

Such creatures possessed the remarkable ability to regenerate, even from grievous injuries.

Unperturbed, Braydon Neal observed the scattered remnants of the rock dragon with disinterest before swiftly departing.

He had no inclination to eliminate them entirely, recognizing the futility of such an endeavor at present.

With the creature’s remnants now dispersed underground, their complete annihilation would require a significant investment of time and effort.

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Despite the recent encounter, Braydon’s mind was preoccupied with his impending breakthrough.

The primordial chaos banished immortal, appearing promptly, offered his protection, urging Braydon to enter seclusion and ascend to the holy master realm to confront potential adversaries, particularly those from Demon Saint Island.

Long harboring the desire for advancement, Braydon’s previous obligations with the Northern Army had impeded his progress.

Now, with those responsibilities fulfilled, he found himself standing atop a mountain peak, a manifestation of a gray path stretching above him—a representation of the primordial chaos path.

Thirteen gray runes, embodying the essence of the primordial chaos path, encircled him, coalescing into a swirling domain under his feet—an effortless feat for Braydon.

When Braydon vanquished the rock dragon earlier, he refrained from unveiling his primordial chaos path, instead opting for his primordial chaos domain.

This decision was influenced by the primordial chaos banished immortal who had reached the saint heart realm.

Essentially, it was akin to another version of Braydon exploring the path ahead.

As for Braydon himself, he merely needed to inherit one.

With his breakthrough into the eminent saint realm, Braydon’s aura surged forth explosively, exuding an oppressive force nearly on par with that of a saint heart realm cultivator.

Transitioning into the eminent saint realm demanded greater bodily strength, prompting the primordial chaos saint core within his abdomen to pulsate with a sense of yearning for power.

Standing with his hands behind his back, Braydon summoned the Yin-Yang Five Elements Diagram beneath his feet.

Anchored by yin and yang and bolstered by the five elements, it extended into the heavens, absorbing the earth fire’s energy.

Threads of primordial chaos Qi coursed into Braydon’s being, all eagerly absorbed by the primordial chaos saint pill.

Suddenly, the tranquility of the small world was shattered by the intrusion of a black spear, rending its barrier and revealing the vast expanse of the dark cosmos.

This spear, however, was not a physical weapon but a bolt of black thunder—a harbinger of the eminent saint tribulation’s impending arrival.

Simultaneously, a peculiar phenomenon unfolded within Braydon’s body.

Cracks formed on his slender frame, devoid of blood but emitting a faint, ethereal light.

A pair of small white wings materialized before him, followed swiftly by twelve more.

The Foreman race bloodline, which Braydon had previously forced out, had somehow stirred within his body, awakening spontaneously.

With a grave expression, the primordial chaos banished immortal remarked, “Innate bloodline is akin to the wellspring of life. Though you’ve repeatedly drawn upon its power to create a banished immortal, the source remains intact. Even when depleted, it will eventually rejuvenate.”

Braydon’s bloodline had been forcibly expelled once before, yet now, upon breaking through to the eminent saint realm, it had resurged autonomously.

The Foreman race bloodline had been intertwined with Braydon’s existence since birth, enduring unless his life force dissipated entirely.

As twelve wings appeared, two pairs sprouted from Braydon’s back, forming four small, pristine white wings—a newborn manifestation.

The Foreman race bloodline seemed to have strengthened, now exhibiting eight pairs, totaling sixteen wings.

Braydon, resolute as ever, closed his eyes and summoned a ball of white light between his eyebrows.

With a resounding shout, he commanded, “Awaken!”

The Foreman family banished immortal was resurrected, emerging from his glabella in a radiant display.

He had nearly perished earlier, but now it had restored its vitality.

As it departed Braydon’s body, it reclaimed all the power of the Foreman race bloodline, now adorned with sixteen wings upon its back.

The banished immortal, observing closely, remarked softly, “Your eyes, my lord…”

Braydon acknowledged, “I feel it…” his gaze taking on an otherworldly quality.

The dual pupils were also undergoing recovery!

Braydon shifted his left hand slightly, conjuring a black token—the Soul Master Token.

With its power, he forcibly summoned the Neal family banished immortal from another small world, absorbing his bloodline into his own.

These two bloodlines had become unnecessary for Braydon, serving as nothing more than a hindrance when hidden within his body.

To his surprise, the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art proved insufficient in completely stripping his own bloodline.

Once the bloodline issue was resolved, Braydon lifted his gaze to the sky, where ominous black clouds gathered, heralding the impending heavenly tribulation.

However, a furrow formed on Braydon’s brow as his body seemed to act of its own accord, emanating green lotuses.

They emerged without causing him any harm, instead taking root in the cosmos.

Ten thousand green lotuses remained unopened, puzzling Braydon and the primordial chaos banished immortal alike.

Meanwhile, the covert observers, including Beckham Jovel and others, were astounded.

The three great soul slaves showed signs of shock, their eyes widening in disbelief.

A deep voice resonated from the Soul Tower, filled with astonishment. “You… You are a direct descendant of the Green Lotus. You possess three bloodlines, all surpassing the direct line!”

None of them were weaklings!

“The Green Lotus lineage?” Braydon furrowed his brow.

“Among the eight human lineages, the Green Lotus lineage, although the least populous, is universally acknowledged as the strongest. Long ago, it even held sway as the foremost lineage among the eight.

“Over time, however, the Green Lotus lineage waned, dwindling in numbers and influence. Yet, possessing the Green Lotus bloodline guarantees the ability to harness its power to subdue myriad paths, ensuring inevitable success in the future!”

The voice reverberated throughout the Hall of Souls, sparking astonishment among the gathered cultivators.

Many were oblivious to the identity of the individual conversing with the enigmatic presence within the Soul Tower.

Braydon glanced at Green Lotus by his side and stepped forward, hands clasped behind his back.

With each step he took, a green lotus sprouted, swaying gently in the breeze.

Despite the beauty, Braydon felt a pang of vexation; such a conspicuous trait would undoubtedly draw unwelcome attention in his future endeavors.

The voice from within the Soul Tower spoke again, elucidating, “The symbol of the Green Lotus lineage’s strongest bloodline is the appearance of a green lotus with each step taken. Rarely does any other phenomenon rival its significance. Such an individual is deemed the most gifted talent in the universe from birth!”

“What’s the relationship between the Green Lotus lineage and the Jansky lineage?” Braydon inquired softly, eager to learn more.

Before they could delve further into discussion, the sky erupted with black tribulation clouds.

Bolts of black thunder, each capable of felling a peak holy master with a single strike, cascaded down like colossal black spears from the heavens.