The Strongest War God

Chapter 1390: Great Scorching Sun

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

They delved into their respective paths of path comprehension.

Braydon Neal, in particular, aimed to elevate his understanding of the 3,000 imperial paths, striving to attain at least the fourth level of the emperor realm.

Collaborating with the ancient martial arts banished immortal, Braydon embarked on the cultivation of the 3,000 imperial paths, a vast array of paths numbering exactly 3,000.

Each path held its own intricacies and nuances, offering a multitude of avenues for exploration.

Fortunately, the time dilation effect within Star Tower mitigated the passage of time, rendering ten years within its confines equivalent to a single year in the outside world.

Without the Star Tower, the Ivory Tower outside would submerge beneath the sea’s depths after he reappeared from seclusion.

The Ivory Tower would be there for ten years, so Braydon could dedicate a century to cultivation within Star Tower, indifferent to the tumultuous changes unfolding beyond its walls.

Though Wolfhart Neal and Jaromir Neal maintained the ability to contact Braydon during his seclusion, they refrained from doing so unless absolutely necessary, mindful of the time differential between the two realms.

Meanwhile, the Ivory Tower remained freely accessible to all denizens of the Spirit Sea, adhering to the established customs of the realm.

Despite this inclusivity, the past year witnessed no one surpassing the tenth stage or ascending to the elusive eleventh stage.

Throughout this period, Braydon remained a subject of fervent discussion, his enigmatic prowess captivating the imaginations of all.

As the most talked-about figure, he had astounded many by swiftly ascending to the eleventh stage during his inaugural entry into the Ivory Tower.

What were the final three stages of the Ivory Tower?

Only Braydon had glimpsed the creatures of the eleventh stage, describing them as colossal suns that swiftly dispatched him with their blazing intensity.

The sheer terror of such beings left others to wonder about the horrors lurking within.

Yet, Wolfhart, Jaromir, and their companions remained undeterred by such grim revelations.

Their focus remained fixed on surmounting the seventh and sixth stages before the Ivory Tower sealed its gates.

The Ivory Tower, meanwhile, tested one’s combat prowess, a measure closely intertwined with individual potential.

And in this realm, Braydon’s potential stood unmatched.

As a year passed in the outside world, Braydon’s popularity remained undiminished.

The second floor of the Ivory Tower became his exclusive domain, a testament to his status.

Soul Slave No. 3 diligently ensured that Braydon could access the Ivory Tower for testing upon emerging from seclusion.

Ten years drifted by within Star Tower.

One day at noon, Kohen Neal and Remington Neal reclined in a seaside pavilion, savoring wine as they awaited Braydon’s emergence.

The miniature Star Tower they cradled suddenly expanded gracefully in the breeze.

“Braydon is coming out!” Kohen exclaimed, leaping to his feet, closely followed by Remington.

Since his return from the 8th ruin, news of Braydon’s exploits had reached him.

He was hailed as the premier prodigy of the Spirit Sea, single-handedly scaling to the eleventh stage of the Ivory Tower—a feat unparalleled in the realm’s history.

Braydon’s modest movements couldn’t evade the relentless scrutiny of those observing the Neal family’s domain.

With a swift motion, Braydon emerged.

Braydon emerged from Star Tower, his long hair cascading over his shoulders, and his pristine white robe accentuating his restrained yet enigmatic aura, which seemed to have grown in potency.

“Braydon, you’re still at the third level of the emperor realm?” Kohen’s astonishment was palpable.

Braydon nodded subtly, each progression in his cultivation akin to an arduous journey to the heavens themselves.

The convergence of the 3,000 paths of ancient martial arts demanded synchronous advancement, presenting a formidable challenge.

Braydon’s seclusion garnered significant attention.

“Is that the prodigy of the Neal family?” queried some of the nearby youths, their curiosity piqued.

“It must be him. Both the head of the Neal family and the head butler are accompanying him. It’s undoubtedly Braydon Neal,” speculated the youths in hushed tones, though their whispers failed to elude the keen ears of the present experts.

“Braydon, do you feel confident about passing the eleventh stage?” Kohen inquired, his tone tinged with concern. “Failure to do so this time would necessitate a halt to your pursuit of the 3,000 paths of ancient martial arts.”

Although Braydon’s cultivation had yet to breach the fourth level of the emperor realm, he hovered precariously close to the threshold.

With only ten imperial paths remaining unmastered and the fourth level of the emperor realm still beyond reach, a subtle flaw persisted within his realm, preventing its completion.

Nevertheless, Braydon’s martial prowess had undeniably surged, a testament to his mastery of the 3,000 paths.

The paths of time and space had even been elevated to the divine realm by Green Lotus, while the two chains of order lay concealed within the body of Green Lotus.

His primary focus lay in cultivating the realms of time and space, with his sword path also ascending to the divine realm.

Yet, despite this advancement, the augmentation of his combat prowess seemed less remarkable than anticipated.

For the ancient martial arts banished immortal, the cultivation of 3,000 paths held immense significance.

When at the third level of the emperor realm, mastering 3,000 paths of equivalent standing could amplify combat strength by an astonishing 3,000 times.

A year prior, Braydon and the ancient martial arts banished immortal embarked on a shared journey.

Their aim was to fuse the 3,000 paths into a singular path that would astound both past and present.

However, this endeavor was fraught with difficulty.

Thus, a year ago, the ancient martial arts banished immortal opted to merge a portion of the 3,000 paths, enabling him to unleash 6,000 times his combat strength—a formidable feat in its own right.

Yet, despite this formidable power, it paled in comparison to the challenges posed by the Ivory Tower’s ten stages.

Before the creatures guarding the eleventh stage, they appeared as insignificant as ants.

Over the course of their ten-year seclusion within Star Tower, Braydon and the ancient martial arts banished immortal strove to integrate the 3,000 paths.

These paths represented the 3,000 great paths within the mortal realm, each offering endless possibilities when cultivated to their utmost potential.

However, Braydon’s pursuit of mastering all 3,000 great paths was a task of unparalleled complexity, beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

The convergence of such diverse paths promised myriad transformations and challenges, which Braydon endeavored to navigate using his alchemical skills.

Subsequently, Braydon found himself plunged into despair.

The task of integrating all 3,000 paths seemed insurmountable.

Even just melding nine imperial paths resulted in a staggering 362,880 permutations—more than 360,000 variations sprang forth from their fusion.

This complexity nearly drove Braydon and the ancient martial arts banished immortal to madness within the confines of Star Tower.

In fact, they had already teetered on the brink of insanity, saved only by the intervention of the martial arts banished immortal, who roused them from their turmoil with the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams.

This path, they realized, was fraught with peril—the devil path.

Venturing down this path invited the constant threat of madness, making attaining true mastery a perilous endeavor.

Even during his ten-year seclusion within Star Tower, Braydon had encountered danger, sometimes from within the confines of his own mind rather than the external world.

“Your Highness, would you care to challenge the Ivory Tower?” Soul Slave No. 3 respectfully inquired.

“Let’s go!”

Braydon responded with an air of confidence, swiftly ascending to the second level of the Ivory Tower.

Wolfhart and Jaromir accompanied him within the tower, where the second level remained vacant, reserved exclusively for Braydon.

As the door to the second level swung open…

Braydon proceeded into the tower, prompting a collective gaze from those outside.

Inside, on the second level, thirteen stars materialized, with the first eleven illuminating in succession.

As Braydon stepped forward, he advanced into the eleventh stage of the tower—a realm akin to a purgatory world.

In this fiery domain, there existed no solid ground; instead, an expansive sea of lava stretched infinitely, devoid of any hint of verdant life.

The scorching heat seemed intent on consuming everything in its path, as rivers of molten red snaked across the landscape.

Amidst this fiery expanse hovered a crimson orb, resembling a blazing sun, radiating intense heat that seared all in its vicinity.

This orb served as the guardian of the eleventh stage, presiding over its fiery dominion.