The Strongest War God Chapter 1369: It has Everything You Want!

Chapter 1369: It has Everything You Want!

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Hundred Swords Wors.h.i.+p!

The reverence for the path of the sword was palpable.

As the black vines surged forward, the tentacle tendrils were swiftly cleaved into pieces upon contact with the sword intent enveloping the domain.

Opening his eyes, Braydon Neal sensed a profound sense of mastery over everything within the hundred-meter radius.

Was this the allure of wielding a domain?

In an instant, Braydon materialized before the vines.

Within the domain, a longsword coalesced—a manifestation of the most potent sword intent.

With a swift thrust, the sword pierced through the vine trunk, annihilating all consciousness in its wake.

The ancient martial arts banished immortal proved most lethal, his strength amplified by 3,000 imperial paths, enabling him to kill even extreme divines.

With a battle strength nine times that of an emperor, he decimated the divine-level adversaries like swatting flies.

Of the twenty-seven divine realm creatures, a staggering 90% perished in the blink of an eye.

Only two remained, fleeing in sheer panic as the martial arts banished immortal pursued relentlessly.

Jovon Stanton and his companions stood stunned, expecting a protracted, b.l.o.o.d.y struggle, yet the conflict concluded in a fraction of the expected time.

Not a single casualty or injury befell them.

The battle was decisively won.

“Clean up the mess!”

With Luke Yates in tow, Braydon soared through the sky, leaving Haven Downing and the others behind.

Bringing them along would only be a hindrance.

As Haven and Jaziel Sherman exchanged glances, a hint of bitterness crept onto their lips.

Braydon’s ascent to the emperor realm had surpa.s.sed their wildest expectations.

They considered giving chase, but the gap between them and Braydon only widened, leaving them feeling hopeless.

Though smaller than the 16th ruin, the 40th ruin proved treacherous terrain.

The two aboriginal divines fled for over 10,000 miles before meeting their demise at the hands of the banished immortals.

Upon reaching the sh.o.r.es of the Spirit Sea, they encountered a serene expanse of water bordered by vast beaches where colossal spirit beasts basked in the sun.

Occasionally, an emperor Spirit Beast would grace their presence.

The Spirit Sea, an enigmatic ent.i.ty connected to the 3,000 ruins, remained off-limits to the aborigines of the ruins, shrouded in rumors of great opportunities within.

Yet, only those who ventured inside could attest to its mysteries.

“Borrow a path from the Spirit Sea. Let’s head to the 11th ruin,” suggested the green lotus banished immortal.

Braydon had journeyed here with precisely that intent—to leverage the Spirit Sea’s pathways and launch a surprise attack on the 11th ruin.

However, navigating the Spirit Sea posed significant dangers.

With resolve, Braydon stowed away the banished immortals and stepped forward, treading upon the Spirit Sea’s surface.

Instantly, the seawater churned as hidden sea beasts emerged from the calm surface.

Among them, a ma.s.sive crocodile lunged at Braydon, its jaws gaping wide.

“The aura of a ninth-level emperor. This Spirit Sea is indeed perilous,” remarked Braydon, immediately realizing the danger of the Spirit Sea as he was attacked by such a formidable creature upon entering.

No wonder even the aboriginal warriors hesitated to venture here—anyone below the emperor level would face certain death.

With a swift motion of his left hand, Braydon slayed the giant crocodile, its head tumbling to the depths.

The scent of blood permeated the area, stirring the sea’s inhabitants into a frenzy as they scrambled for their share of the feast.

Undeterred, Braydon pressed on into the Spirit Sea, hands clasped behind his back, heading toward the 11th ruin.

His purpose extended beyond merely finding a path; he sought to explore the mysteries and dangers lurking within the Spirit Sea.

As they delved deeper, they encountered an array of sea beasts, including aerial predators looming overhead, poised to strike with the ferocity of a divine expert.

Swift and relentless, Braydon traversed the vast expanse of the sea, leaving a trail of churning waves in his wake as he covered tens of thousands of miles.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before them—a tall, enigmatic individual cloaked in black robes, their face obscured beneath the hood, wielding a gleaming black sword.

There appeared to be a serial number etched onto the blade: 25.

“You’re from the 11th ruin?” The black-robed figure interposed, its voice resonating with a deep, hoa.r.s.e timbre.

“Yes, and who might you be?” Braydon inquired, unable to discern the individual’s ident.i.ty.

“I am a guardian of the Spirit Sea’s order,” the black-robed figure responded. “I sensed your presence the moment you entered the Spirit Sea. Are you prepared to venture further?”

“Braydon, be cautious,” warned the Star Tower’s artifact spirit, visibly taken aback. “It’s the soul-seal technique. This is a soul slave, controlled by a secret soul technique. It shouldn’t be here!”

Braydon, too, felt a tinge of apprehension.

From Constantine Siegel and others, he gleaned that these guardians of the Spirit Sea’s order commanded formidable authority.

Acknowledging the situation, Braydon affirmed, “Yes, I seek pa.s.sage to the 11th ruin.”

“Very well. If you wish to enter the Spirit Sea, take this token,” the black-robed figure instructed, tossing a black token to Braydon, bearing the number 25.

Without hesitation, Braydon accepted the token.

The artifact spirit prompted Braydon to inquire about the benefits of entering the Spirit Sea.

“Before we proceed, may I inquire about the benefits of entering the Spirit Sea?” Braydon did as prompted, seeking clarity on the matter.

The artifact spirit wouldn’t deceive him.

If it prompted him to inquire, there must be a reason behind it.

And indeed, the black-robed figure seemed particularly invested in Braydon’s well-being.

“Step into the Spirit Sea,” it urged, its words deliberate. “Within, you’ll find techniques surpa.s.sing the divine level, ancient weapons, ten-thousand-year-old spirit herbs, and the elusive secrets of eternal life. Everything you desire awaits you.”

Understanding dawned on Braydon.

“The soul slave seeks an heir,” the artifact spirit concluded. “In the Spirit Sea, one may encounter legacies left by fallen luminaries or training grounds established by major factions.”

The Star Tower’s treasure spirit proved astute, offering several plausible scenarios for Braydon’s consideration.

After bidding farewell to the black-robed figure, Braydon sought clarification from the artifact spirit.

“I grasp the concept of inheriting a grandmaster’s legacy, akin to your s.p.a.ce master’s legacy,” he began. “But what exactly const.i.tutes a ‘training ground’ established by a major faction?”

“Braydon, you’ve yet to witness the grandeur of the cosmos,” the artifact spirit remarked. “Your homeworld is but a speck in the vast expanse of the starry sky, far larger than you can imagine.”

“In the starry sky, major factions are divided by race, not sects or factions,” the artifact spirit continued, with a tinge of melancholy. “Race is supreme. For instance, your human race branch possesses a unique cultivation system.

“If your race, as you are now, were to be thrown into a training ground, in 30,000 to 50,000 years, you might birth beings capable of venturing into the depths of s.p.a.ce. At that juncture, a wealth of knowledge would naturally become accessible.

“A location hosting a training ground signifies it is under the stewards.h.i.+p of the human race in the cosmos. Should a supreme expert descend, they may seclude themselves there, but they must not indiscriminately slaughter or eradicate the planet.

“To desecrate a training ground established by the human race is tantamount to challenging their authority and inciting conflict. This will incur the wrath of a supreme expert.

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The Star Tower’s artifact spirit hails from distant realms in the cosmos, having traversed numerous worlds with its previous master.

Its wisdom knew no bounds!