The Strongest War God - Chapter 1522

Chapter 1522: I’m Not Afraid of Her
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

During that time, Braydon Neal had discreetly dispatched people to search every corner, but unfortunately, they came back empty-handed.

With a sigh, Braydon gently lowered Luke Yates and Colton Jansky to the ground.

Glancing at his shoes and pants, he noticed that half of them had already been scorched.

The searing heat beneath his feet felt like a venomous fire burrowing into his body, causing excruciating pain.

Suddenly, a blurry figure emerged in the distance, breaking through the void for tens of thousands of miles.

It was the primordial chaos banished immortal.

“Among all the banished immortals, your cultivation is the highest, having already reached the saint heart realm,” the primordial chaos banished immortal remarked solemnly. “Green Lotus and the others have advanced to the holy master realm. Only the ancient martial arts banished immortal is lagging behind.”

Braydon understood the arduousness of cultivating the Myriad Path Diagram.

“You’ve spent two months in the outside world, while we’ve been here for 200 months,” the primordial chaos banished immortal explained gravely. “It’s natural for our cultivation to progress. Moreover, all banished immortals share a telepathic connection. If one person breaks through, others can learn from their experiences.”

As a result, the cultivation speed of the banished immortals was remarkably swift, except for Braydon, who seemed to lag behind.

However, with the guidance of the primordial chaos banished immortal, Braydon’s cultivation in the primordial chaos path progressed as if it were inherent to him.

He embodied the essence of the path cultivated by the banished immortals, a manifestation of the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art, the preeminent technique throughout history.

Their collective achievements were nothing short of awe-inspiring.

“I want to create another banished immortal,” Braydon expressed with a frown.

“The Myriad Path Diagram and the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art complement each other, enabling one to achieve great success,” the primordial chaos banished immortal affirmed.

Braydon nodded in agreement.

Cultivating the Myriad Path Diagram alone was akin to chasing a foolish dream.

The diagram encompassed ten thousand paths, making it challenging for a single individual to excel.

Meanwhile, as Braydon conversed with the primordial chaos banished immortal,

Luke and Colton found themselves nearly scorched by the Earth fire!

Their garments burned away, leaving them exposed to the scorching heat.

Unable to withstand it any longer, they took flight into the sky, only to be greeted by freezing temperatures.

Trembling from the cold, they clamored to leave, seeking refuge from the harsh conditions.

Braydon shook his head in exasperation.

“Calm down, both of you. This world is accessible only to cultivators of the saint heart realm. Those who haven’t reached this realm cannot enter.”

He urged them to remain, emphasizing that the physical discomfort they experienced was part of cultivating the heart.

Despite their protests, Braydon insisted on their continued presence.

As the primordial chaos banished immortal focused on training his heart, Braydon and the others sought seclusion on the outskirts of the icy and fiery world.

Seated cross-legged, Braydon was enveloped by the Earth Fire, its intensity penetrating his body, draining the moisture within, and infusing his marrow with fire poison.

The excruciating pain was unbearable for everyone, including Braydon, whose complexion had turned pale.

Despite the overwhelming urge of the primordial chaos saint pill within him to unleash its power, Braydon managed to suppress it tightly, preventing any energy from leaking out.

With thirteen realms of the saint heart realm to cultivate, each realm presented its own set of challenges.

The initial stages demanded enduring physical discomfort.

“My heart is as unyielding as iron,” Luke, beside Braydon, recited, trying to muster resilience.

Colton winced in agony, his pain evident.

Luke’s once determined expression faltered as he, too, struggled.

Suddenly, a childish wail pierced the air.

“If you keep squealing like a pig, I’ll have Cora take you away for cultivation,” Braydon stated calmly, eyes still shut.

Defiantly, Luke retorted, “I’m not scared of her!”

But upon seeing Braydon’s stern gaze, he relented, sitting quietly, his expression sullen.

“Why don’t you let me oversee Luke’s cultivation?” Colton suggested through his discomfort.

“Clear your mind of distractions and focus on nurturing your path heart. Otherwise, the pain will only intensify,” Braydon advised, observing the two troublemakers who seemed unwilling to commit to their cultivation.

However, it soon became apparent that expecting peace from these two was a futile endeavor.

While Braydon managed the first day, by the following day, Luke had vanished, leaving behind only a vacant spot where he had sat.

The searing heat of the Earth fire proved too much for him to endure for an extended period.

So, Luke decided to dig a hole, assuming it would be cooler underground.

With his experience in hole-digging, he anticipated a reprieve from the heat below.

However, his assumption proved wrong. While initially fine while digging, he soon found himself unable to climb out.

To his dismay, the underground flames were even hotter!

The emergence of earth fire from the ground indicated its source lay below.

Yet, the little fool thought burrowing into the ground would provide respite, unaware he was drawing closer to the inferno below.

Then came the inevitable.

“Ah!” Luke’s shrieks echoed, resembling a pig’s squeal. “Brother, help!”

At the primordial chaos banished immortal’s intervention, he wielded his hand like a blade, creating a deep ravine, a hundred meters deep, instantly filling with scorching earth fire.

Luke emerged blackened, his body singed, but thankfully resilient enough to heal from the burns, albeit painfully.

As the hole collapsed, nearly entombing him, the primordial chaos banished immortal swiftly encased him in a cage of flames, ensuring his safety.

Meanwhile, Colton, wearing an innocent expression, pledged, “Primordial Chaos Brother, I’ll supervise this silly guy.”

“Get in there too!” The primordial chaos banished immortal’s tone brooked no argument.

Aware of Colton’s involvement in instigating Luke’s actions, he didn’t overlook his complicity.

In response, Colton obediently entered the flame cage, ears drooping in acknowledgment of his mistake.

The primordial chaos banished immortal sat cross-legged right outside the cage, overseeing the situation.

These two troublemakers were utterly powerless in the face of the cage condensed by the primordial chaos banished immortal at the saint heart realm–it was beyond their ability to break.

The upcoming period would be one of arduous cultivation.

As the flames continued to rage, Braydon endured excruciating pain while sitting cross-legged.

The torment inflicted by the earth fire showed no signs of abating since the first day.

What made it even worse was that the pain intensified over time.

The temperature of the earth fire increased each day, adding to the agony.

On the initial day, it was a mere two thousand degrees, but the following day, it rose by ten percent.

Though seemingly slight, that increase brought relentless suffering.

The escalation was relentless.

Braydon couldn’t help but notice this change, but sensing it was one thing–resisting it was another.

Within just a few days, the temperature surged from 2,000 to 4,000 degrees, with no signs of slowing down.

His clothes had already been consumed by the flames, leaving his skin red and cracked, shedding layers of charred skin.

Yet, despite the burns, his body continued to heal automatically.