The Strongest War God

Chapter 1531: Rapid Breakthrough
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The mist stretched for miles, coalescing into a bloodthirsty beast seething with rage, its howls echoing through the air.

Utilizing the flesh and blood of demon beasts to craft pills inevitably harbored the creatures’ lingering resentment, impossible to fully expunge.

Ingesting such pills would inevitably lead to demonic corruption.

The girl swiftly wiped away the blood fiends with a flick of her hand, a testament to their repulsiveness even to demon beasts, let alone cultivators.

Continuing his exploration of the Medicine King Palace, Braydon Neal’s comprehension of its dark history deepened.

These individuals were truly deranged, resorting to any means to refine pills.

Braydon traversed numerous floors until he stumbled upon the Path Comprehension Pill, only to find its efficacy depleted, reduced to a mere stone.

The once-potent spirit medicines had suffered a similar fate, reduced to inert stones.

Nothing of value remained save for the palace’s history, pill formulas, and refining experiences—half of which had been tainted by nefarious methods that even Braydon couldn’t stomach.

Alchemy that flagrantly crossed ethical boundaries, particularly the use of humans as ingredients, was beyond reprehensible.

Meanwhile, the horned white snake, assuming human form, tended to its wounds, rendering Braydon’s departure impossible.

He found himself ensnared by the girl’s captivity, unable to break free.

Fleeing wasn’t an option; the life and death realm beasts outside would surely devour him whole.

After scrutinizing the Path Comprehension Pill formula, Braydon settled atop a futon on the top floor, legs crossed, eyes shut, diving into cultivation.

Recently attaining the eminent saint realm demanded a grasp of domain comprehension, yet it posed no challenge to Braydon.

The primordial chaos banished immortal’s insights into the primordial chaos path seamlessly transferred to him.

These banished immortals were essentially tribulation bodies of the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art, a part of Braydon himself, sharing the same root and essence.

As he cultivated, Braydon absorbed their knowledge, particularly in domain cultivation.

Under the watchful eye of the horned white snake, he appeared eccentric, seated in meditation for fifteen minutes.

The primordial chaos domain beneath him, initially a mere hundred meters in diameter, expanded exponentially to ten miles.

Entering the first level of the eminent saint realm, Braydon’s breakthrough resounded like thunder.

“You mustn’t rush cultivation,” the girl advised gently. “You’ve reached the pinnacle of the first-level domain. Take a moment to settle your state.”

With a resounding boom, Braydon shattered through.

The primordial chaos domain rapidly expanded, stretching out to a diameter of twenty miles—second-level domain!

The girl couldn’t contain her astonishment. Braydon’s sudden breakthrough caught her off guard.

“Now that you’ve broken through, you need to stabilize,” she muttered, brows furrowed.

“Break!” Braydon’s lips moved almost imperceptibly.

In an instant, a third-level domain emerged, spanning a staggering 40 miles, his aura surging.

“The top genius of the human race?” the girl exclaimed, taken aback.

Every race boasted its own exceptional talents, and Braydon’s ability to breach the medicinal cauldron world, exclusive to life and death realm cultivators, testified to his status as a human prodigy.

Seating herself, the girl rested her chin on her hands, her gaze fixed on Braydon, as if she had stumbled upon something intriguing.

Under her scrutiny, Braydon’s domain expanded rapidly—from 40 miles to 80, then 160, 320, 640…

His aura intensified, propelling him through the third to sixth level of the eminent saint realm in quick succession.

The breakthrough’s momentum resembled a swift, unstoppable force, leaving the girl to mutter softly, “Lunatic.”

This human surpassed even the demonic beasts in his abnormality.

Cultivation breakthroughs akin to shooting stars were both terrifying and awe-inspiring.

Two hours elapsed.

From her words, Braydon gathered that she was severely injured, unable to muster 30% of her combat prowess.

Yet, he found himself in dire need of an opponent.

He craved someone whose strength he could leverage to swiftly adapt and master his newfound power, facilitating his breakthrough.

As Braydon’s domain ascended to the tenth level, its diameter surpassed ten thousand miles.

The domain’s energy surged through him, manifesting as nine chaos dragons encircling him, their roars echoing endlessly.

Rising to his feet, Braydon’s aura surged, his strength amplified manifold.

The domain’s diameter expanded from a mere 100 meters to 10,000 kilometers, enhancing his fundamental power.

His heightened prowess was impossible to conceal; an oppressive aura exuded from him, palpable to all.

“How are your injuries healing?” he inquired, locking eyes with her.

“You want to spar?” Her gaze was hostile.

“Martial arts sparring—a test of skill,” Braydon replied impassively, poised to engage.

Had he possessed life and death realm combat strength, he wouldn’t have needed to wait for her to recover.

He would have gone straight to fight against the golden-winged roc and reclaimed the Northern King Sword.

“I’m not at my peak,” she retorted disdainfully. “Even at thirty percent strength, I can still overpower you. You underestimate the life and death realm’s might.”

Braydon’s lips twitched at her retort; he couldn’t help but acknowledge her cunning.

Once more, the duo vanished, reappearing above the palace.

Braydon met her gaze calmly.

“Three moves. I’ll use your strength to acclimate to my current domain power. Consider it a debt owed,” he proposed.

Three moves—that was all he needed.

Barefoot, the girl hovered in the air, her stare icy as she regarded Braydon.

Unfazed by her gender, he tightened his fist, determination etched into his features as he launched forward.

His fist collided with an invisible barrier, resonating with a thunderous bang that sent shivers down onlookers’ spines.

Unmoved, the girl maintained her stoic demeanor, her gaze fixed on the fist mere meters from her.

“I warned you. The intricacies of the life and death realm elude you,” she remarked impassively.

“Condense!” Braydon commanded.

With a domain spanning over ten thousand miles, he condensed it into a thousand-kilometer diameter.

Empowered by this compacted domain, his aura surged, akin to an azure dragon coursing through him.

Though formidable, his power failed to breach the girl’s barrier.

“Condense again!” he shouted, determination driving him forward.

“Condense!”

“Condense!”

And so, he persisted, each attempt met with unyielding resilience.

…

The primordial chaos domain underwent rapid contraction, dwindling from a thousand miles to a hundred, then to ten, and finally settling at seven miles—Braydon appeared to hit a bottleneck.

Further compression seemed unattainable; he had reached the pinnacle of control over his power.

His combat prowess had surged a thousandfold.

With the domain at a thousand miles, his strength increased tenfold; at a hundred miles, a hundredfold; and at ten miles, a thousandfold.

But it seemed he had reached his limit.

Despite pushing his strength to its extreme, he needed an outlet.

His clenched fist, like a coiled dragon, unleashed its force upon an invisible barrier.

Crack!

It shattered like glass, unable to withstand the onslaught.

His fist, akin to a dragon’s roar, hurtled toward the girl’s forehead, poised for lethal impact.

In a swift motion, the girl raised her slender hand and brought it down in a resounding slap.

In that moment, Braydon felt diminutive—a mere ant before the unfathomable power of the life and death realm.

 

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