The Strongest War God Chapter 1343: Five Years of Closed-Door Cultivation

Chapter 1343: Five Years of Closed-Door Cultivation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

He aimed to kill Braydon Neal with a single blow.

Despite Braydon’s attempt to increase his speed and evade, his reactions proved sluggish, lagging behind by tenfold.

The artifact spirit roared, urging Braydon to utilize spatial translocation.

However, spatial translocation was currently beyond Braydon’s grasp—if he attempted it, he’d likely succ.u.mb to the formidable power of s.p.a.ce.

Braydon found himself unable to execute a time s.h.i.+ft either.

Spatial translocation would amount to a death wish.

Yet, the 33 divine-level characters were similarly teetering on the brink of demise.

Suddenly, a transparent heart emerged from Star Tower—a seemingly powerless yet profoundly pure ent.i.ty known as the s.p.a.ce Heart.

Such a relic could only manifest from the remains of a mighty individual with spatial abilities.

Rare and invaluable, the artifact spirit hesitated to part with it.

“This is the s.p.a.ce Heart that Master left for you,” the artifact spirit explained reluctantly. “By merging with it, you can attain a s.p.a.ce body and wield the secret technique of spatial translocation!”

Originally, the artifact spirit had intended to delay Braydon’s fusion with the heart until he grew stronger.

Revealing it prematurely risked drawing unwanted attention and inviting pursuit from experts keen on capturing a wielder of spatial abilities.

By absorbing the unpurified energy of the s.p.a.ce Heart and refining it within himself, Braydon could significantly enhance his understanding of the s.p.a.ce path.

Some things were treasures in the universe, their worth surpa.s.sing even that of 3,000 Earths combined.

As the transparent heart soared forth and integrated into Braydon’s being, a resounding bang reverberated through him, vividly ill.u.s.trating the profound power contained within the s.p.a.ce Heart.

Simultaneously, Braydon’s perception surged exponentially—by a hundredfold, a thousandfold, and even ten thousandfold!

The giant ape and other beings keenly sensed a peculiar s.h.i.+ft; it seemed as though Braydon had become one with s.p.a.ce itself, confining him as if he were containing the very essence of s.p.a.ce.

Without hesitation, Braydon activated spatial translocation.

In a swift swoosh, he vanished from sight, leaving behind rippling disturbances in the surrounding s.p.a.ce.

“Where did he go?” the giant ape exclaimed, his shock mingling with fury.

They had never before witnessed such a formidable technique.

“The fabled teleportation?” Rayha Qhobela gasped in disbelief. “It can’t be!”

The giant ape and others echoed his shock and ire.

They hadn’t yet mastered teleportation—a skill entwined with the intricacies of the s.p.a.ce path.

“There!” the old willow tree roared, pointing nine hundred miles away.

Braydon’s sudden appearance immediately drew the attention of numerous divines.

Nine hundred miles was hardly a considerable distance!

Sensing the urgency of his situation and wary of his damaged mental state, Braydon swiftly vanished once more, leaving no trace behind.

After several translocations, Braydon vanished entirely.

In a river, he lay submerged, eyes closed in rest, yet his face remained pallid—his spirit bore injuries worse than any physical wound.

Even with the Great Void of Art, recovery wouldn’t come swiftly.

Soon, Braydon disappeared from the water, entering Star Tower.

The artifact spirit aided in calming his mind, dripping a silver liquid onto Braydon’s forehead.

Absorbed directly by his spiritual aperture, the liquid brought a soothing clarity, revitalizing his damaged psyche.

“It’s fortunate that these adversaries lack proficiency in mental power,” the artifact spirit remarked solemnly. “Had they mastered techniques like mental penetration, mental tearing, or mental laceration, you’d have perished instantly!”

For divine-level characters, their mental power could manifest tangibly—capable of instant materialization, it could reduce a person to pulp, snuffing out their life in a heartbeat.

Braydon opened his eyes, nearly restored, and nodded.

“I was overly arrogant, provoking them with the Shadow Flying Daggers and Sky Splitting Wings. Not a wise choice.”

“It’s not difficult to bolster your mental power, but focus on fortifying your willpower,” the artifact spirit advised. “Having fused with the s.p.a.ce Heart, the next century will afford the swiftest comprehension of the s.p.a.ce path. Dedicate yourself to mastering at least seven spatial secret techniques before venturing forth—I cannot release you until then.”

The recent encounter had been perilous indeed.

If it wasn’t for the artifact spirit; Braydon would have likely faltered!

Thankfully, individuals like Rayha hadn’t attained a level of mastery over mental power that would spell doom for Braydon with a mere thought.

Even if the artifact spirit intervened, it would likely be too late.

If Braydon had mastered at least seven types of spatial secret techniques, it would earn him the artifact spirit’s approval for release.

Aware that confronting Rayha now would prove futile, Braydon resolved to focus on enhancing his strength.

Within Star Tower, he could maximize his potential.

Seated cross-legged in meditation, he delved into the study of the s.p.a.ce path, the pinnacle of his martial prowess.

Meanwhile, the ancient martial arts banished immortal delved into the mysteries of the 3,000 imperial paths, while Green Lotus, in his eccentricity, dedicated himself to probing Braydon’s time path.

Having inherited the legacy, Braydon’s time and s.p.a.ce mastery had reached the ninth level.

The revelation of this secret within his being prompted astonishment in the artifact spirit.

Observing Braydon’s meditative form, the artifact spirit’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Upon cultivating the Origin Separation Technique, the three ent.i.ties linked to you will progress as you progress. It bodes well for the future, yet presents significant challenges in the early stages.”

Indeed, the Origin Separation Technique’s greatest drawback lay in its part.i.tioning of one’s essence to form separate ent.i.ties, inevitably siphoning away a portion of martial talent.

And from Braydon, spiritual ent.i.ties akin to the banished immortals had sprung forth.

They appeared independent, yet upon their inception, it had siphoned a portion of Braydon’s talent.

Nested within Braydon’s being were three banished immortals, each contributing to a noticeable reduction in his cultivation apt.i.tude.

This revelation left the artifact spirit reeling with astonishment!

He had believed Braydon’s cultivation prowess to be formidable enough, but the secret concealed within his body proved even more staggering.

Yet, the more exceptional Braydon’s potential, the more gratified the artifact spirit became.

Endlessly immersed in cultivation within Star Tower, Braydon’s seclusion persisted.

Time crept by slowly within Star Tower—five years elapsed, marking Braydon’s lengthiest period of isolation.

Meanwhile, outside, six months drifted away, culminating in ten months since Braydon had sealed the bronze door.

On the South Pole Island, the convocation of giants resumed, attracting a mult.i.tude of influential figures, including hundreds of venerable elders from Hansworth.

Among them stood Beckett Neal, on the cusp of ascending to the divine realm.

Within the vast conference hall, a white-haired Daoist-clad elder addressed the a.s.sembly with a grave countenance.

“Everyone, you’ve seen the situation of the 3,000 bronze doors. They’ve been corroded by the aborigines inside. In another year at the latest, all the bronze doors will be destroyed. In three months at most, a few bronze doors will be completely destroyed!

“The great calamity is coming. Has the Sovereign Lord of Heavenly Mountain not come out of seclusion yet?”

His query concerning the Sovereign Lord of Heavenly Mountain’s emergence from seclusion echoed the shared apprehension that a looming calamity demanded the intervention of a peerless expert.