The Strongest War God

Chapter 1533: Luke Swallowed It
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

This unique sensation, reaching an unparalleled level of sublimation, might just be the saint restriction the black-robed man had referred to.

As Braydon Neal delved deeper into this state, the primordial chaos domain beneath his feet dissipated, and the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams behind him faded away, as if his newfound level of combat prowess had become his permanent state.

Above, the starry sky shimmered with five-colored light, heralding the appearance of a colossal vortex spanning 100,000 miles.

This vortex materialized above Earth, piercing through barriers to reach the 788th ruin and even the core area’s Soul Tower.

It tore through obstacles until it descended upon the medicinal cauldron world’s 505th level, rending the ground asunder directly above Braydon.

Sensing a shift in the cosmos, Braydon gazed upward to behold the immense vortex, resembling a planetary mass, while a beam of white light formed a pool below.

Every ounce of power cascaded into it, seeming to bless Braydon with an abundance of primordial chaos energy, a gift from the universe itself.

In a decisive move, Braydon activated the Soul Master Token, summoning forth the primordial chaos banished immortal.

With their shared origin, there was no sense of rejection; Braydon could freely cultivate alongside the tribulation body.

As the scattered five-colored light was absorbed by the horned white snake, its injuries miraculously healed, restoring it to peak condition in an instant.

In an instant, a multitude of strange beasts from throughout the Medicine King Palace emerged from the ground, congregating around Braydon and the pool, their eyes shut in serene absorption of the vibrant, multicolored light.

This radiant glow possessed remarkable properties—not only could it mend all wounds, but it also bestowed enlightenment upon all living creatures, enhancing their comprehension and talents.

This aspect was undeniably the most awe-inspiring.

“Braydon, by touching the saint restriction and reaching this level, you’ve garnered the universe’s favor. This blessing will endure for one day, granting enlightenment to all beings around you, elevating their cultivation,” the black-robed man explained, subtly hinting at the exclusion of the demonic beasts from the medicinal cauldron world’s benefits.

With determination, Braydon brandished the Soul Master Token, forcibly rupturing the barrier between the two small worlds.

It was apparent that the leader of the main bloodline, secretly aided by the black-robed man from the Soul Tower, facilitated this breakthrough.

Through the newly forged spatial passageway, Braydon issued his command with an air of cold authority, summoning the Northern Army soldiers without the need for formal lineups, urging them to assemble promptly.

The universal blessing extended its reach to all living beings, enabling those with lower cultivation levels to break through multiple realms in a single day, while also permanently enhancing their comprehension and talents—a truly remarkable boon.

Braydon summoned 100,000 soldiers each time, requiring a total of 80 times.

The disturbance caused by Braydon’s actions didn’t go unnoticed; it attracted a swarm of more than ten thousand life and death realm beasts from the medicinal cauldron world, drawn by the unprecedented upheaval.

Yet, Braydon had teleported the Northern Army over, driven by his desire to bestow blessings upon his comrades.

Thus, he promptly dispatched the Soul Master Token, instructing the three formidable soul slaves to join him.

Empowered by the token, he instilled fear in the demon beasts inhabiting the realm.

Beckham Jovel strode forward, wielding the Soul Master Token with an air of authority that seemed to establish him as the sovereign of this domain.

With the token as his catalyst, he transformed into a force to be reckoned with, his sword cleaving through the fabric of reality, decimating hundreds of life and death realm beasts with unparalleled might.

The sheer potency of his display struck fear into the hearts of all creatures present.

“Retreat a thousand miles. Eliminate any who dare draw near,” Beckham commanded, his words carrying the weight of absolute authority.

The demon beasts, recognizing the significance of the Soul Master Token, yielded to Beckham’s directive without question.

As the possessor of Hall of Souls No. 788, he held sway over the fate of all life on its 9,999 levels.

Having ruled over the Hall of Souls for millennia, Beckham and his fellow soul slaves possessed an innate understanding of the token’s power, using it to instill fear and enforce their will upon the demon beasts, employing intimidation tactics to great effect.

Witnessing the commotion, Luke Yates and his companions converged around the immense, ten-thousand-meter pool, its ethereal presence seemingly ordained by the heavenly path.

On the sidelines, Luke, driven by curiosity, attempted to probe the pool’s composition, only to discover its impenetrable hardness.

Undeterred, he resorted to sampling the mysterious liquid contained within, unwittingly imbibing the blessed primordial chaos fluid—an elixir beyond his capacity to absorb or refine.

Concerned, Braydon cautioned, “Don’t touch the primordial chaos fluid, Luke. It’s not meant for you. Absorb the surrounding five-colored light instead; it can aid in your breakthrough.”

Obeying obediently, Luke refrained from further exploration, settling beside Braydon in compliance.

With the situation already in disarray with the gathering of eight million soldiers, Luke opted not to continue, recognizing that adding to the chaos would only incur Braydon’s wrath, and he wasn’t keen on facing his ire.

Meanwhile, Braydon had entered the saint restriction state, basking in the blessings bestowed upon him by the heavenly path.

The 10,000-meter pool brimmed with primordial chaos fluid, while vibrant five-colored light radiated from its surroundings, enveloping the soldiers of the Northern Army.

Soon, a tide of breakthroughs ensued, with hundreds or even thousands of individuals transcending the divine realm and ascending to the saint realm every second, advancing in organized batches.

Observing this, a smile graced Braydon’s lips; his eight million comrades, all sworn brothers, had reached a milestone he had long endeavored to facilitate.

Their newfound status as saint realm cultivators ensured a lifespan of 2,000 years ahead.

While Braydon and the primordial chaos banished immortal immersed themselves in cultivation, the creator of the Soul Tower covertly observed, noting, “Only four levels of the saint realm can enter the saint restriction. There’s not even one in the entire galaxy!”

The sheer terror of the saint restriction realm was evident, evident from the universe’s blessing upon it.

As Braydon delved into cultivation, he absorbed the primordial chaos fluid into his body, transforming the primordial chaos saint pill within him into a gleaming, egg-shaped entity within a single day.

However, the primordial chaos banished immortal’s absorption rate surpassed Braydon’s by tens of thousands of times, underscoring the significant disparity in their true cultivation levels.

The primordial chaos banished immortal was in the saint heart realm, whereas Braydon stood at the pinnacle of the eminent saint realm.

Their realms were worlds apart.

Nevertheless, both had absorbed a considerable amount of primordial chaos fluid.

Determined to store the primordial chaos fluid, Braydon reached for the Pristine Jade Bottle.

Yet, as soon as he retrieved it, the primordial chaos fluid melted the bottle, leaving him crestfallen.

There was nothing left to contain the precious substance.

However, these ephemeral blessings seemed to be waning.

Braydon sensed a weakening in the universe’s light pillar, indicating its imminent dissipation.

Coincidentally, a cold voice spoke out: “This is the blessing of the universe. The saint restriction path platform can be refined into the body!”

Startled, Braydon turned to see the horned white snake girl standing nearby.

He had let her stay.

Turning his gaze back to the expansive, snow-white pond, Braydon pondered.

Was this massive pool the saint restriction path platform?

Its size seemed impractical for incorporation into his body, even if the little fool were to gnaw at it tirelessly for eight to ten years.

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