The Strongest War God

Chapter 1391: Solar Corona Level

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The situation was undeniably daunting.

During his previous attempt, Braydon Neal had been killed before catching even a glimpse of his adversary.

Only the intervention of Green Lotus, who briefly halted time with his time domain, had afforded a fleeting glance at the colossal sun before his demise.

In the final three stages of the Ivory Tower, each stage harbored its own brand of terror.

“Human, you’ve returned,” intoned the colossal sun, emanating a spiritual aura that induced a sense of submission.

“I’ve reached the eleventh stage,” Braydon murmured softly. “Retreating is not an option.”

“Defeat me, and the glory of the Solar Corona level awaits you,” declared the scorching sun, its voice resonating with solemnity. “But for you, such a feat is nearly impossible.”

“Are you a bright moon in disguise?” Braydon queried, his curiosity piqued.

“Rend this barrier of flame, and my true form shall be revealed,” replied the scorching sun impassively.

With that, the scorching sun sprang into action.

Descending from the heavens, a blazing sun enveloped Braydon, its searing heat capable of incinerating even a saint realm existence.

And yet, Braydon, merely an emperor, stood in its path, unyielding.

Unfazed by the challenge, the scorching sun, in its arrogance, did not evade, opting instead to confront Braydon head-on.

This was the same method that had sealed Braydon’s fate in their previous encounter.

However, this time, Braydon refrained from summoning the banished immortals.

Instead, he pooled their collective power to fortify his own and engage the scorching sun in direct combat.

“Yin Yang Taji, unleash!” Braydon commanded, refraining from tapping into the power of the ancient martial arts banished immortal.

At this moment, he dared not even engage in cultivation.

The 3,000 paths provided him with the means to forcefully traverse the treacherous path of the devil path, but the manifold changes wrought by their fusion posed the greatest danger—risking the instantaneous loss of consciousness was the most terrifying prospect.

Employing the ancient martial arts techniques of the banished immortal, Braydon conjured forth the Yin-Yang Taji Eight Trigrams, which expanded in the wind, swelling to a diameter of ten miles.

Slowly rotating, it endeavored to withstand the onslaught of the great sun.

“Intriguing. As you’re heir to the Yin Yang Holy Master’s techniques, I’ll not impede your progress needlessly. Tear through the fiery barrier, and you shall proceed,” intoned the main body of the great sun from within its blazing core, resembling the sun itself.

The Taiji Diagram revolved, adjusting the Eight Trigrams, with yin and yang forming the foundation while the Eight Trigrams assumed their configuration.

It was a soul comprising 30,000 techniques.

The martial arts banished immortal had mastered 72 ultimate powers out of the 30,000.

“128 hexagrams!” Braydon proclaimed, his aura ascending steadily.

At this realm, their combined battle prowess surged by 7,000 times, rendering him seemingly invincible.

Yet, against the formidable might of the great sun, such augmentation proved insufficient.

While the drunkard’s strength amplification in the tenth stage could reach 10,000 times, the creatures lurking within the eleventh stage eclipsed even this formidable benchmark, posing a challenge of unparalleled magnitude.

The Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams shifted gradually, with yin and yang intertwining alongside the movement of the Eight Trigrams.

As the ultimate powers continued their evolution, merging and refining into an even more potent force, vibrant hues intertwined in a mesmerizing display.

Yet, despite these efforts, they proved insufficient to withstand the onslaught of the blazing sun, and the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams began to falter.

“Open, 256 hexagrams!” Braydon’s voice rang out with determination, echoing with the intensity of his resolve.

During their seclusion within Star Tower, both Braydon and the ancient martial arts banished immortal had teetered on the brink of madness, yet ultimately, they had each found their path forward and made significant strides in their cultivation over the past decade.

In this critical moment, the Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram underwent a transformation, spurred by Braydon’s activation of his ten-eyed dual-pupils, which refrained from analyzing the great blazing sun—a creature of such terror that any attempt at analysis risked damaging the dual-pupils and severely compromising Braydon’s combat prowess, inevitably leading to failure in clearing the stage.

With the dual-pupils activated, Braydon’s focus shifted to refining a trace of primordial chaos Qi.

His gaze, imbued with the power of his dual-pupils, caused the very fabric of reality to warp and buckle, extracting the essence of the red-hot lava river to its utmost limit, collapsing vast swathes of heaven and earth energy into a minute trace of primordial chaos Qi.

As the wisp of primordial chaos Qi materialized and hovered above the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams, a sense of stability washed over the scene.

Primordial chaos was the essence from which all things sprang forth.

It reverberated with yin and yang—the primal forces underpinning the evolution of the ultimate power derived from the five elements.

With this newfound equilibrium, all 256 hexagrams were unfurled, and Braydon, akin to a peerless deity of war, saw his aura surge explosively once more, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The amplification of combat power surged to 8,000 times!

“What?!” The great blazing sun exclaimed in astonishment. “The leader of the ten great pupils, dual-pupils!”

“Great scorching sun!” Braydon responded, locking eyes with his adversary.

With his ten-eyed dual-pupils, Braydon could peer into the very origins of heaven and earth’s great paths.

It would be ludicrous if he couldn’t discern the true form of the great blazing sun and penetrate its fiery barrier!

Through the searing flames, Braydon’s dual-pupils pierced the veil and beheld the genuine form of the entity within—a diminutive figure resembling a child, standing a mere 90 centimeters tall.

Adorned with red skin and demonic horns atop his head, the child-like being grinned, revealing gleaming white canine teeth.

Superficially unassuming, this creature belied its true nature as a special life form, its age and origin shrouded in mystery.

“What’s your name?” Braydon inquired.

“I am Balulu, the Blazing Balulu,” the great blazing sun replied, adopting an adult-like tone.

Braydon’s lips curled into a faint smile.

With a swift leap, he positioned his right hand behind his back and extended his left hand to grasp at the air.

Guiding the Yin-Yang Taiji Eight Trigrams with precision, he directed it toward the great sun with determination.

“Kid, you won’t breach the sun barrier with mere mastery of the Yin-Yang Saint Technique at this level,” Balulu remarked gravely. “To qualify, you must cultivate to 1,000 hexagrams, and only when you reach 2,000 hexagrams will you possess the strength to face me in mortal combat.”

Balulu’s words carried the weight of truth, leaving no room for doubt.

Every word Balulu spoke rang true!

Special lifeforms were truly formidable adversaries.

Braydon understood the arduousness of mastering the Yin-Yang Diagram.

The martial arts banished immortal had transformed it into the Myriad Path Diagram, a feat requiring immense effort and concentration.

Each alteration was a challenging endeavor in itself.

With the foundational Eight Trigrams Diagram, the convergence of ultimate powers naturally facilitated evolution.

Inspired by this, the ancient martial arts banished immortal delved into controlling the 3,000 paths, a pursuit Braydon found feasible.

Eventually, they both became consumed by their cultivation in Star Tower.

The path was the essence, surpassing mere techniques in profundity.

Given Braydon’s exceptional talent, his fixation on this path bordered on obsession, warranting the moniker “devil path.”

Few dared to tread such a perilous route.

In a sudden turn, Balulu, sensing Braydon’s disbelief, launched an attack.

The great blazing sun collided with the Taiji Diagram, its formidable force meeting with primordial chaos energy, impervious to the flames.

Yet, the Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram buckled under the assault, crumbling as the inferno engulfed Braydon, overwhelming him completely.

The attempt at breakthrough ended in failure, resulting in Braydon’s ejection from the Ivory Tower, his countenance pale with a hint of terror lurking in his eyes.

“Braydon, are you alright?” Kohen Neal inquired with concern.

“The creatures on the eleventh stage are truly formidable. Even you were expelled twice!”

Wolfhart Neal’s expression grew somber as he and Jaromir Neal emerged from the tower.