The Strongest War God Chapter 1398: Everyone Cultivates Their Own Path

Chapter 1398: Everyone Cultivates Their Own Path

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

As a faction grew in size, it inevitably became vulnerable.

Hence, these large factions generally refrained from antagonizing solitary experts, who operated without such constraints.

The ramifications of such enmity were dire.

Any retaliatory strikes from the offended expert could endanger the faction’s members who ventured outside their stronghold.

In the concealed chamber of the No.0 Courtyard, Braydon Neal declared his intention to enter seclusion upon his return.

To ensure his privacy, Courtyard Zero was fortified with a formidable killing array, dissuading even the boldest family members from disturbing him.

Within the family, discussions swirled around Braydon’s exploits.

His status as a ten-eyed dual-pupil wielder, along with his conquest of the thirteenth level of the Ivory Tower, had reverberated across the Spirit Sea.

While his ascent to fame within the Ivory Tower was widely acknowledged, Braydon’s subsequent retreat into seclusion left the outside world speculating about his whereabouts.

Yet, it was common knowledge in the Spirit Sea that the Neal family would spare no effort to safeguard such a prodigious talent.

Their strategy?

Conceal him from prying eyes, allowing him to mature away from the public gaze until he was ready to emerge and undergo further trials.

In the secrecy of the No.0 Courtyard, a towering structure loomed overhead—the Star Tower, its presence symbolizing the clandestine nurturing of Braydon’s potential.

Braydon stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed on the fully unfurled Myriad Path Diagram.

Behind him stood the trio of banished immortals, their presence a testament to the gravity of the task at hand.

The Myriad Path Diagram had evolved into more than a mere tool—it had become a crucible of Braydon’s own tribulations, entwined with the very essence of his cultivation.

It was a symbiotic relations.h.i.+p, where both he and the ancient martial arts banished immortal contributed to each other’s progress.

Activating his dual-pupils, Braydon embarked on the meticulous process of deciphering the Myriad Path Diagram.

This time, however, he abstained from the usual activation of the Myriad Path Diagram.

Instead, he focused on its dissection, unraveling its intricate layers like peeling silk from a coc.o.o.n.

The imperial path, resembling a delicately crafted dough twist, was meticulously extracted by Braydon, each movement precise and deliberate.

As he painstakingly delineated the radiant imperial path, it hung suspended in the air, awaiting its absorption by the ancient martial arts banished immortal.

With each imperial path extracted, the once tumultuous transformations of the Myriad Path Diagram began to diminish, its formidable power gradually waning by 30%.

It took Braydon a month to break down the Myriad Path Diagram.

Only three days had pa.s.sed in the outside world.

3,000 imperial paths lined up in the sky.

The atifact spirit clasped his hands behind his back and said solemnly, “The most terrifying thing about this path is its transformation. The combination of the laws of the paths will produce a terrifying qualitative change.”

Yet, despite the arduous process, Braydon’s composure remained unwavering, his demeanor devoid of any trace of impatience.

Gone were the days of hasty endeavors; now, patience and precision guided his every action.

The 3,000 imperial paths lay within his grasp, yet attempting to master all their intricacies seemed much too ambitious.

Undeterred, Braydon embarked on the task of splitting the Myriad Path Diagram.

Immersing himself fully, he delved into a state of deep cultivation, the 3,000 imperial paths arrayed before him with crystal clarity.

With a simple gesture, yin and yang materialized before him, their interplay a testament to the balance of opposites.

Harnessing their energies, he crafted the Yin-Yang Diagram with effortless finesse.

Summoning a golden imperial path from the celestial expanse above, he tapped into the elemental powers of metal, renowned for its sharpness and unforgiving edge.

As he mobilized three imperial paths,, their intertwining energies birthed a myriad of manifestations.

Within this intricate dance, the path of metal revealed itself in all its facets.

The yang metal power exuded a piercing sharpness, while its yin counterpart possessed a subtle, penetrating quality that seemed to permeate everything in its path.

Through the lens of his dual-pupils, Braydon observed the subtle fluctuations within the three imperial paths with acute precision.

Even more daunting was the fact that with each transformation, Braydon’s combat prowess would double.

With the same level of battle strength, each change would amplify twice.

While the increments might not seem significant at first glance, the potential was staggering.

Just nine imperial paths alone could yield over 300,000 transformations.

How many times could his fighting capabilities surge?

Setting the groundwork, Braydon turned to the ancient martial arts banished immortal, speaking with earnestness.

“To master the Myriad Path Diagram, one must start from the basics. There are no shortcuts. We were overly confident in thinking we could easily control the 3,000 imperial paths’ transformation.”

A hint of bitterness touched the lips of the ancient martial arts banished immortal, bearing the weight of the arduous path he’d chosen.

Even he doubted his ability.

Nevertheless, he pressed on, as his life and the Myriad Path Diagram were inextricably linked.

Meanwhile, the three banished immortals immersed themselves in their respective paths within Star Tower, as Braydon emerged from his seclusion.

Quietly slipping away from the Neal family without causing a stir, he ventured out into the vast expanse of the Spirit Sea, leaving behind the island nestled in its eastern core.

Ahead lay nothing but boundless ocean.

In the depths of the sea, spirit beasts stirred up chaos.

Against the backdrop of the clear sky, a young man clad in snow-white attire, his black hair cascading over his shoulders, concealed his visage behind a silver mask.

Crafted from a unique material, the silver mask possessed the uncanny ability to s.h.i.+eld mental power detection.

The solitary wanderer traversed the Spirit Sea, gazing out upon its vast expanse with enigmatic eyes behind the silver mask.

Within those eyes lay a peculiar sight—a total of ten pupils adorned each orb, with the main pupil centered amidst nine others arranged in three concentric circles, swirling in a mesmerizing pattern.

Simultaneously, the silver-masked youth strode upon the Yin-Yang Five Elements Diagram.

Anch.o.r.ed by the Yin Yang Taiji at its core, the circular arrangement of the five elements rotated around the yin and yang.

With each step, the Yin-Yang Five Elements Diagram expanded, stretching to a diameter of ten miles.

A thunderous boom reverberated as the seawater surged backward, drawn into the vortex of the Yin-Yang Five Elements Diagram.

The blue circle within the diagram eagerly absorbed the Spirit Sea’s waters, prompting a transformation of the five elements.

Metal engendered water, water nurtured wood, wood fueled fire, fire nurtured earth, and earth generated metal—each element seamlessly transitioning into the next.

Amidst the boundless waters of the Spirit Sea, the dominance of water facilitated the elemental conversion, channeling the energy of the five elements into the harmonious embrace of yin and yang.

And amidst this cosmic dance, a trace of primordial chaos energy emerged, embodying the essence of creation itself.

The silver-masked figure, none other than Braydon, drew in a deep breath, channeling the surrounding primordial chaos energy into his being, permeating his bones with its essence.

To outsiders, Braydon’s activities remained a mystery.

Had he left the family unnoticed by the elders, or did the astute Fontane Neal, the family’s Third Ancestor, silently shadow his every move?

Fontane, a formidable presence within the Neal family, recognized Braydon’s unparalleled potential.

With unwavering dedication, he vowed to nurture and safeguard Braydon, foreseeing his pivotal role in sustaining the family’s prosperity for millennia to come.

Though aware of his follower’s presence, Braydon paid it little heed, a.s.suming it to be Fontane’s discreet vigilance.

The silver mask he wore served a dual purpose—it concealed his ident.i.ty and minimized unwarranted attention.

Following the uproar at the Ivory Tower, numerous adversaries sought Braydon’s demise, making anonymity a prudent choice.

In the perilous expanse of the Spirit Sea, danger lurked at every turn.

“I require copious amounts of primordial chaos Qi to refine and integrate into my bones,” Braydon murmured softly, absorbing another tendril of primordial chaos energy into his being.

Each strand of primordial chaos Qi demanded an extensive supply of five elements energy for its formation—a demanding task, given Braydon’s need to infuse 1854 threads into his 206 bones.

Luckily, the Spirit Sea teemed with endless seawater, ensuring a bountiful supply for Braydon’s endeavor.

Seated atop the Yin-Yang Five Elements Diagram in a cross-legged position, Braydon harnessed the vast expanse of seawater, allowing the diagram to absorb and trans.m.u.te it into minuscule traces of primordial chaos Qi.

Despite the a.s.sistance of his dual-pupils, the process remained arduous.

It consumed half a day to manifest even a mere trace of primordial chaos Qi.

Thus, the acc.u.mulation progressed sluggishly—merely two threads during the day and two at night—a total of four in a day.