The Strongest War God Chapter 1259: Breaking Through the Sixth Stage

Chapter 1259: Breaking Through the Sixth Stage

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Braydon Neal carefully placed an aged herb into the silver pill cauldron, where red flames blazed fervently.

Beneath the cauldron, three eighth-level spirit beast cores served as the energy source, their power channeled through intricate patterns on the cauldron’s surface, generating a searing spiritual fire.

As the flames engulfed the herb, it transformed into a dense, pure spirit liquid—a potent essence teeming with vitality, particularly beneficial for martial artists.

With practiced precision, Braydon initiated the basic purification process, filtering out impurities before commencing the second purification, and then the third.

Utilizing his mental power, Braydon meticulously guided the purification, extracting even the minutest impurities.

“Cor Demeksa said that spirit alchemists can refine a spirit pill by purifying it three times. It’s said that an emperor-level spirit alchemist can purify a spirit liquid four times,” Braydon said softly.

However, mastering this technique wouldn’t be easy.

How would he be able to do it?

If refining pills were simple, spirit alchemists would be far more abundant in the ruins.

He had to master the four-fold method of purification.

He would definitely be able to concoct an emperor-level spirit pill.

Unfortunately, it was not that easy.

He purified the thousand-year-old spirit herb thrice before fusing it.

The process of fusing the spirit liquid was very slow.

Undeterred, Braydon continued the slow, deliberate fusion of the spirit liquid, knowing patience was key to success.

Carelessness could cost you the entire game.

Braydon maintained a calm demeanor as he observed the transformation of the spirit liquid within the pill cauldron.

Slowly, it amalgamated into a cohesive ma.s.s, thickening into a viscous fluid on the verge of solidification.

Releasing his mental power like a precise blade, Braydon sculpted the amalgamated liquid into ten spherical forms, each coalescing into small pill cores as the spiritual fire intensified.

The cores swiftly took shape, cloaked in a layer of pill sh.e.l.l, until the flames receded, leaving behind ten steaming pills, their quality concealed beneath their brown robes.

Braydon delicately crushed the pill sh.e.l.ls with his fingers, releasing a rich medicinal aroma that permeated the palace.

“Superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill!”

Examining the pill, he confirmed its quality before consuming it to verify its effects.

Having previously relied on century-old spirit herbs for pill refinement, this time Braydon had utilized a thousand-year-old herb, a significant difference not only in age but also in potency.

The value of such herbs was immeasurable, far surpa.s.sing their younger counterparts in medicinal strength.

If one were to use ten hundred-year-old spirit herbs to exchange for thousand-year-old spirit herbs, others would definitely think that person was crazy.

At the same time, he realized that the three-fold purification method was indeed not effective.

In the past, the three-fold purification method could refine a supreme-grade spirit pill. After adding purple Qi, he could refine a transcendent-grade spirit pill.

As he consumed the pill, Braydon noted the immediate surge of power coursing through his body, a testament to the herb’s potency.

His strength resembled that of an ancient savage beast, leaving even Braydon astonished.

His body exhibited cracks, with blood bubbles forming on his arms, threatening to burst from the overwhelming medicinal power of the spirit pill.

Just as the situation seemed dire, a soft sigh echoed from outside the door, and Xetsa Yeza swiftly entered, placing her ice-cold hand on Braydon’s chest.

“Are you always so reckless when you cultivate to increase your strength?”

Her terrifying spiritual force enveloped his body, suppressing the surge of power threatening to overwhelm him.

With his mental power a.s.sisting, Braydon focused on cultivating and refining the medicinal energy, channeling it toward the third lotus flower on his right shoulder as dusk descended.

After an entire night of intense effort, Braydon finally succeeded in refining all the medicinal power, witnessing his vitality increase by an astonis.h.i.+ng 70,000 Na.

The potency of the spirit pill derived from a thousand-year-old herb was now evident, far surpa.s.sing that of its century-old counterpart.

With nine Blood Clotting Pills remaining, Braydon glanced at Xetsa, acknowledging his continued reliance on her a.s.sistance.

With her help, Braydon dared to continue taking these pills.

However, Xetsa expressed reluctance, “If the Great Divine Priest finds out that I am helping you increase your vitality and cultivate ancient martial arts, I will not be let off easily.”

Braydon calmly a.s.serted, “When I cultivate the third flower, my main focus will be mental power. Rayha Qhobela hopes that I will achieve great success in the future and pave a new path. My path requires both martial arts and ancient martial arts.”

Both were indispensable to him!

Xetsa found had no choice but to aid Braydon in condensing his vitality.

Over the following week, Braydon diligently refined the remaining nine Blood Clotting Pills, resulting in the third red lotus on his right shoulder br.i.m.m.i.n.g with 700,000 Na of vitality.

The completion of the third flower seemed imminent, and with a few more Blood Clotting Pills, Braydon could swiftly achieve great success.

Despite his rapid cultivation, Braydon’s foundation remained steadfast.

The vitality he cultivated should have been stored within his body, but it was absorbed by the three lotus flowers.

He kept the three flowers and appeared to be a newly ascended pinnacle; a deceptive facade indeed.

Observing Braydon’s accelerated growth, Xetsa gently suggested, “Your vitality has grown so quickly during this period of time. It’s time for you to cultivate your mental power.”

“I know!”

It was a sentiment that Braydon acknowledged.

While uncertain if he would prioritize his mental power, he resolved to refine the Body Tempering Pill next, armed with a batch of thousand-year-old spirit herbs.

As Xetsa departed, Braydon resumed his refining efforts.

However, the process of refining the Body Tempering Pill proved to be as challenging as refining the Blood Clotting Pill.

After a full day’s work, he successfully produced ten brown-colored pills, each enveloped in a layer of pill sh.e.l.ls.

The Body Tempering Pill, renowned for strengthening one’s physique, was crucial for advancing in the path of ancient martial arts.

With determination, Braydon consumed one of the pills, experiencing its formidable medicinal power coursing through his body.

Though intense, his self-healing ability proved equal to the task, enabling him to withstand the pill’s transformative effects.

His entire body’s skin split open, staining his once pristine white garment red with blood.

Yet, as quickly as the wounds appeared, they began to heal from within, a rapid regeneration that defied belief.

But the respite was fleeting as the medicinal power surged once more, tearing through flesh and blood as if to forge anew.

Enduring such agony was beyond the capacity of ordinary mortals, and Braydon was no exception.

However, amidst the excruciating torment, Braydon’s formidable mental power allowed him to keenly sense every nuance of his body’s transformation.

The pain, amplified tenfold or even a hundredfold, surged toward him like an unrelenting tide, yet he remained resolute.

Despite the relentless a.s.sault on his senses, Braydon maintained his composure.

Each labored breath and the depths of his unwavering gaze betrayed a profound calmness, tempered by an underlying resolve bordering on ruthlessness.