The Strongest War God

Chapter 1323: The Arrival of Experts

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The influence of a nation’s fate didn’t directly enhance one’s martial prowess or cultivation skills.

However, it served as a direct reflection of one’s innate talent.

The fates of a hundred nations worldwide converged back to Braydon Neal himself.

Over the course of a month, the ancient martial arts banished immortal traversed these nations, employing courtesy before resorting to force.

If diplomacy failed, it resorted to outright coercion.

The imminent disaster of the ruins loomed, compelling Braydon to explore every avenue to bolster his strength and safeguard his people.

Perched upon the high platform of the Delta Empire, Braydon, in a meditative stance, finally stirred.

A green lotus blossomed on his chest, emitting thousands of green lights which coalesced upon it.

Gradually, the lotus expanded, transforming into a path upon which stood a young man in green, a perfect likeness of Braydon himself.

This green-robed youth, born from the initial lotus, stood as a comparable entity to a banished immortal.

Braydon’s green lotus didn’t manifest as a sword or a blade, nor did it bestow any special talent.

Instead, it condensed another version of himself.

Braydon himself stood as the epitome of strength, his terrifying martial arts talent naturally giving birth to that which was most suited to him.

With the birth of the young man in green came his awakening consciousness, heralding the appearance of tribulation clouds in the sky.

The thunder, resembling a colossal python spanning thousands of meters, descended from the heavens.

This formidable tribulation aimed to obliterate the green-robed youth.

The martial arts banished immortal’s eyes snapped open as he uttered in a tone of utter indifference, “Merely a thunder tribulation. Begone!”

His words carried an air of dominance that seemed to encompass the entire world.

With the martial arts banished immortal’s intervention, the tribulation clouds were vanquished.

Yet, as long as these clouds persisted, the banished immortal would persist in its assault.

A martial arts banished immortal who had grasped the power of the extreme path was no less potent than an extreme emperor path.

The extreme path represented the pinnacle of power, coveted and feared even by characters of divine-level stature.

Only monstrous beings could truly fathom its depths.

“From this day forth, you shall be known as Green Lotus,” Braydon declared softly, gazing at the young man.

“I emerged from the green lotus, possessing a connate path body. I shall aid you when the great tribulation arrives,” Green Lotus’ voice was gentle, yet tinged with a sense of foreboding.

The connate path body stood as the apex of all ancient physiques, nurtured by Braydon’s green lotus.

Many formidable physiques had arisen in ancient times, akin to the connate path body or the connate ultimate body.

The path body reigned supreme among them, capable even of rivaling the dual-pupils.

However, the question of superiority remained moot, as two such extraordinary physiques had never coexisted in the same era.

The birth of Green Lotus had drawn the thunder tribulation, a testament to his exceptional nature.

Braydon shook his head faintly. “Perhaps, if it were a few years later, we might stand a chance. Alas, we have less than nine months remaining until the 1,000-year deadline.”

Chaos loomed on the horizon, with less than nine months remaining until the deadline.

The significance of this timeframe couldn’t be overstated.

Even with the advantage of possessing a connate path body like Green Lotus, achieving significant progress in such a short span seemed improbable for any individual, even the reincarnation of a formidable figure.

“You underestimate the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art,” Green Lotus interjected softly, “and the power of the connate path body. Nine months are ample for me.”

The demeanor of Green Lotus remained composed, almost indifferent to the looming deadline.

For him, nine months appeared to pose no significant challenge.

The connate path body, inherently aligned with the path, faced no cultivation bottlenecks.

Braydon’s nurturing of Green Lotus was akin to raising his own child, passing down the talents of his original body.

The potential to transcend into the enlightenment realm lay readily accessible.

For both Braydon and Green Lotus, progression within their respective realms posed little difficulty.

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Through the supplementation of the Spirit Summoning Art, they could harness the power of celestial bodies and all living things, amplifying their might manifold.

The Spirit Summoning Monarch Art itself represented an unparalleled terror.

In an instant, a unique energy suffused the world, leaving invisible traces in the sky—a telltale sign of an intricate array text.

As an expert brought forth a runic formation array, Braydon’s familiarity with such artifacts became apparent.

Among the 3,000 imperial paths wielded by the ancient martial arts banished immortal, there existed one imperial path of talisman.

In an instant, the sky within a 300-mile radius seemed ensnared by an invisible force, rendering Braydon unable to manipulate or tap into the world’s power.

The runes sealed off the world, rendering the might of an emperor utterly futile.

While such a tactic might be easily overcome by a divine-level character, it was evident that the opposing party had come well-prepared.

It was clear that someone sought Braydon’s demise, but the identity of the perpetrator remained a mystery.

Nevertheless, Braydon remained as composed as ever, flanked by the martial arts immortal and Green Lotus.

A profound pressure emanated from him, indicative of his ninth-level emperor realm prowess.

Eight great success emperors each brandished a black runic formation array, collectively erecting a runic formation around the area.

Simultaneously, a middle-aged man sporting sunglasses materialized in the sky. “Aboriginal!” Braydon remarked softly upon catching sight of him.

“The 3rd ruin’s Lloyd Kessler greets the descendant of the Divine Lord!”

The middle-aged man spoke fluently in English, indicating his infiltration from the ruins to the outside world, presumably after a lengthy period of concealment.

It was evident that he had gone to great lengths for his mission of eliminating Braydon.

Lloyd was undeniably a true quasi-divine.

“How long have you been in the outside world?” Braydon inquired softly.

“Seventy-one years,” came Lloyd’s response.

Lloyd didn’t mince his words.

He slowly cracked a smile and explained, “The spirit-restricting runic formation spans a 300-mile radius. Be it human or demon, mental power becomes useless in controlling the natural forces. In simpler terms, it all boils down to sheer physical strength.”

Braydon maintained his composure. “You must have been waiting a long time to end me, haven’t you?”

Lloydshi exuded confidence in his impending victory. “Indeed,” he replied with a smirk.

“Your ancient martial arts banished immortal is currently off in some remote corner, bearing the weight of the nations’ fates. Even if he were to return now, it would be too late. Without the support of the 3,000 imperial paths, your combat prowess is diminished by more than 50%.”

Quasi-divine individuals who had spent close to a century in hiding wouldn’t reveal themselves unless absolutely necessary.

Once their mission was accomplished, they’d have to swiftly retreat to the South Pole Island and back to the ruins.

Failure to do so would result in relentless pursuit by the elders of the Fifth Divine Palace.

“Your Highness, cease your futile resistance,” Lloyd urged slowly. “A newly ascended emperor possesses enough strength to level mountains and rivers with mere physical force. A second-level emperor’s might surpasses that of a new emperor by a hundredfold! And it only escalates from there: a third-level emperor’s strength is two-hundredfold that of a new emperor, while a fourth-level emperor’s power dwarfs that of a newly ascended emperor by three-hundredfold… and so forth.”

“Emperors at the ninth level are a staggering nine-hundred times mightier than their newly ascended counterparts!”

“And a quasi-divine is a thousand times more powerful than a new emperor!” Lloyd declared, succinctly illustrating the disparity between each level of the emperor realm.

The comparison was stark: the might of a new emperor paled in comparison to that of a quasi-divine.

The gulf between them was indeed a thousandfold.

A quasi-divine could effortlessly kill a new emperor with a mere flick of their finger.

Lloyd couldn’t help but sigh once more.

“What a shame. Your Highness wields the human emperor path and commands 3,000 imperial paths. Despite being a new emperor, your combat prowess surpasses that of an average quasi-divine by threefold. With 3,000 imperial paths at your disposal, you could easily beat a quasi-divine.”