The Strongest War God Chapter 1388: The Eleventh Stage

Chapter 1388: The Eleventh Stage

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

This was the drawback of the Origin Separation Technique.

However, from the white-haired man’s perspective, these three split-origin bodies seemed even more sinister than Braydon Neal’s original body!

The white-haired man boasted of having encountered numerous human geniuses in the vast expanse of the cosmos.

Yet, Braydon was unlike anyone he had ever seen before!

The three banished immortals activated their dual-pupils, shrouding the white-haired man in an aura of a.n.a.lysis.

A profoundly terrifying force engulfed the white-haired man’s body, causing his very foundation to tremble.

It was akin to an exhaustive a.n.a.lysis, disa.s.sembling the laws of the paths and every element within his being.

His consciousness detached from his body as his physical form disintegrated.

Flesh and blood separated, bones and tendons scattered.

And yet, the relentless a.n.a.lysis continued.

With each iteration, his essence was dissected further.

Braydon, observing from the sidelines, remained impa.s.sive.

As the third deep a.n.a.lysis unfolded, only a faint residue of power remained—a force akin to nature itself, devoid of any trace of life’s imprint.

It transcended the five elements; it was the essence of life.

The crimson energy embodied the essence of the once living white-haired man.

With that, Braydon quietly advanced to the tenth stage, deep in contemplation about the capabilities and limitations of the ten-eyed dual-pupils.

These were aspects that required further exploration.

The true potential of the ten-eyed dual-pupils surely extended beyond what he had witnessed, yet he remained uncertain about how to fully utilize them.

As Braydon’s thoughts wandered, his surroundings seemed to blur.

Meanwhile, outside the tower, all eyes were fixed on the second level of the Ivory Tower.

The enigmatic prodigy from the Neal family had successfully cleared the tenth stage, igniting the stars that lit up.

However, what caught everyone’s attention was the eleventh star—a vivid crimson amidst the starry hues, indicating a complexity beyond comprehension.

It was the first time in recorded history that eleven stars had appeared in the Ivory Tower.

Over the course of ten thousand years, no one had ever surpa.s.sed the eleventh stage.

Soul Slave No. 3 expressed astonishment as he stated, “The three split-origin bodies walk different paths. One has delved into the common people’s path, aspiring to master the 3,000 imperial paths; the second has harnessed the Yin Yang Diagram and the Eight Trigrams, wielding formidable techniques; and the third has delved into s.p.a.ce and time.

“All the paths and laws in the world will turn into nothingness once they meet time.”

He knew how terrifying the path of time was, where even slightly proficient cultivators could perceive the mysteries of eternity and attain immortality.

Yet, mastering the path of time was notoriously arduous, with countless aspirants peris.h.i.+ng without ever comprehending its essence.

Opening this door, let alone crossing its threshold, was a feat beyond the reach of most.

And amidst the scrutiny of the outside world, Braydon pressed forward.

After the eleventh star flickered, it abruptly vanished, followed by a disheveled figure emerging from the second floor of the Ivory Tower.

“Thirteen!” Wolfhart Neal dashed forward, concern evident as he noticed Braydon’s pale complexion, hastily inquiring about what transpired.

“The examiner for the eleventh stage is a blazing sun,” Braydon replied softly, his eyes betraying a mix of apprehension and dread.

“What?” Wolfhart exclaimed, taken aback by the revelation.

“Your Highness, the secrets of the Ivory Tower’s final three stages mustn’t be disclosed to the public,” Soul Slave No. 3 interjected urgently, issuing a solemn warning.

Adherence to this rule was paramount, yet despite Braydon’s breach, no one dared to mete out punishment.

Meanwhile, atop the tower, a spontaneous absorption of pure spiritual energy from the heavens and earth occurred.

In a swift motion, all the spiritual Qi within a ten-thousand-mile radius was drawn into the Ivory Tower, transforming into a palm-sized crescent moon shape and converging into Braydon’s body—a phenomenon known as Moon Corona Glory.

It was both a blessing and a mark of honor, causing Braydon’s aura to surge.

As the Moon Corona’s radiance infused his being, it sought to meld with Braydon entirely, promising an exponential increase in his strength.

However, Braydon’s expression s.h.i.+fted, indicating a divergence from the path he once followed.

Let’s not forget that Braydon had utilized his ten-eyed dual-pupils to a.n.a.lyze over ten strands of primordial chaos Qi within the 8th ruin, even ingesting and refining them into his very bones.

Braydon forcibly expelled the true essence from his bones, replacing it with primordial chaos Qi.

His aim?

To cultivate the primordial chaos true essence and ultimately transform into a primordial chaos body.

He envisioned a future where even the power of time would leave no trace on his form.

After all, upon encountering primordial chaos, cultivators across the cosmos dissolved into nothingness.

Hence, despite the prestigious Moon Corona Glory bestowed upon him this month, Braydon rejected it outright.

“Come out!” he commanded coldly.

A strand of primordial chaos Qi surged forth from his bones, obedient to Braydon’s will, and collided with his chest with a resounding boom, forcibly expelling the Moon Corona’s radiance from his body.

The spectators were left dumbfounded.

Who exactly was this enigmatic prodigy from the Neal family?

While many coveted the benefits of the Moon Corona Glory, Braydon seemed to have no use for it.

Soul Slave No. 3, in particular, was deeply unsettled by Braydon’s ability to repel the tower’s prestigious blessing.

Clearly, there was a profound secret concealed within Braydon’s being.

“Your Highness, the tower’s blessing could greatly enhance your abilities,” Soul Slave No. 3 ventured cautiously.

Braydon, however, shook his head, explaining, “If it were merely a mark, I could accept it. But since it contains spiritual Qi, I cannot merge with it.”

Soul Slave No. 3 was left bewildered.

Wasn’t Braydon’s journey supposed to be one of acc.u.mulating power?

He transformed his spiritual energy into the blood of origin and infused it into his bones.

But why would Braydon reject the blessings from the heavens?

Soul Slave No. 3 was baffled by this decision.

However, a resounding voice echoed from the summit of the tower: “The Ivory Tower has detected the birth of a Moon Corona genius within its walls. The headquarters has dispatched a stars.h.i.+p, scheduled to arrive in five years and seven months. Please await its arrival patiently!”

The authoritative proclamation reverberated throughout the surroundings.

Never in the past ten thousand years had the Ivory Tower made such a declaration.

While the voice emanated from the tower, it didn’t imply the presence of an occupant.

Rather, the tower acted as a conduit.

Was the elusive figure behind the creation of the Spirit Sea finally revealing themselves?

The prospect left everyone astonished.

Yet, the prospect of a five-year-and-seven-month wait was daunting.

Just how distant was the destination to warrant such a prolonged period?

“Braydon, don’t be taken in by their words,” urged another voice. “The emergence of a Moon Corona genius alone wouldn’t prompt the custodians of the nurturing grounds to take action, let alone dispatch a retrieval team. They must have discerned the formidable nature of your split-origin bodies through the Ivory Tower.

“They also witnessed the Yin-Yang Saint Technique cultivated by the martial arts banished immortal. Based on my understanding, with the martial arts banished immortal’s stature, they should confer upon you the status of a Solar Corona level genius at the very least.

“In fact, there’s a strong possibility that your cla.s.sification may surpa.s.s even Solar Corona level! They might fear for your safety if they bestow upon you too lofty a status. Hence, they’re employing the guise of a Moon Corona genius to deceive others before dispatching a retrieval team. You’ll be undoubtedly secure within their domain!”

…

The artifact spirit continued to speak in hushed tones.

“Why didn’t you speak up in the Ivory Tower?” Braydon queried with a hint of helplessness.

“The Ivory Tower holds more power over me. If I were to utter a word recklessly and invoke the might of the Star Tower, it could draw the attention of the Star Tower and spell my demise. As the master of the Star Tower, even you wouldn’t be spared from its wrath,” the artifact spirit explained, its tone tinged with resignation.