The Strongest War God - Chapter 1523

Chapter 1523: You are Very Weak
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The excruciating pain wasn’t solely for cultivating one’s heart; it seemed to have the intent to refine the body as well.

Today marked the tenth day, and the temperature had soared past 5,000 degrees Celsius.

The rate at which his body recovered could no longer keep up with the damage inflicted by the earth fire.

Braydon Neal remained seated cross-legged, witnessing his flesh and blood gradually incinerate in front of the earth fire.

The newly regenerated tissues turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

The primordial chaos banished immortal spoke, opening his eyes solemnly. “A saint heart realm cultivator who enters this world for the first time won’t last more than ten days.”

Braydon didn’t respond, seemingly engrossed in something.

It was as if he had attained a special state of mind, where his consciousness achieved unprecedented clarity–a state akin to enlightenment.

However, there was a noticeable distinction.

While Braydon had experienced enlightenment before, this time, entering the realm from the heart felt different.

His mind was clear, his heart tranquil, like a dusty path heart cleansed by fire, washing away the surface impurities.

This sensation was undeniably remarkable.

While Braydon ventured into this realm, Luke Yates and Colton Jansky couldn’t endure it.

They were burnt to the bone.

Realizing they couldn’t endure any longer, the primordial chaos banished immortal swiftly carried the two out of the ice and fire world, tossing them through the door.

As they emerged, their flesh and blood immediately began to recover.

The two of them stood there, naked and with bald heads.

Luke, still visibly shaken, remarked, “I’m finally out. It was hell in there. No benefits, just suffering!”

“It’s truly an extraordinary place for saint heart realm cultivators to temper their state of mind,” replied Colton, his usually playful demeanor replaced by a rare seriousness.

With a simple gesture, hundreds of power rays materialized in his palm, intertwining in a coordinated dance.

His mastery over his own power had more than doubled.

“Now that you’re out, I wouldn’t go back in even if you paid me,” spat Luke in frustration. “If you want to go back, do it on your own!”

“You’ve experienced it yourself. All the pain endured in there was worth it,” Colton countered, secretly harboring the desire to return despite knowing the agony it entailed.

However, he ultimately decided against it.

Meanwhile, Braydon, who had remained within the ice and fire world, saw his flesh and blood regenerate, exuding newfound vitality.

In the secret chamber of the Hall of Souls, Beckham Jovel observed the scene unfolding before him, featuring Braydon in the ice and fire world.

“I’ve broken through to the floating heart realm!” Braydon declared, stunning Issac Irwin.

“The heart of a cultivator who has yet to enter the saint heart realm is often tainted by worldly concerns. The first stage of the saint heart realm involves concealing one’s path heart without realizing it,” Beckham explained, his tone resonating with admiration.

“After dusting off the cobwebs, your path heart shines with clarity, unflinching in the face of pain on your skin. It indicates that your path heart has ascended to a new level!” Issac remarked.

They alone understood the arduous journey of cultivating the thirteen saint heart realms.

Let’s not forget that the three great soul slaves of the Hall of Souls surpassed even the holy master level.

They were in the saint heart realm.

The difficulty of reaching this realm was well-known; it relied entirely on talent and comprehension.

If one lacked the necessary talent, no amount of hard work could compensate.

Consider just the first stage of the saint heart realm, which purged the heart of mortal concerns, claiming countless lives in its wake.

That Braydon achieved a breakthrough in a mere ten days left them astounded.

“How long did it take you to overcome the initial obstacle when you entered the saint heart realm?” Beckham inquired.

“A hundred years,” Issac replied, recalling the time he had spent to surmount the first stage, battling against the mortal world that had clouded his path heart.

Compared to his century-long struggle, Braydon’s accomplishment in ten days seemed otherworldly.

It was as if his cultivation talent had leaped to an entirely new echelon.

In the grand schemes of the stellar forces, mental fortitude held paramount importance.

Only those with unwavering resolve could aspire to greatness, for without a steadfast state of mind, true success remained elusive.

Meanwhile, in the frigid world of ice and fire…

Braydon rose abruptly, unleashing a potent force that swept aside the surrounding earth fire.

Within a hundred-meter radius, the flames dared not approach.

His aura was especially formidable, as if he had entered a unique state.

The primordial chaos banished immortal greeted Braydon upon his return.

“Are there any demonic beasts here?” Braydon asked.

Lowering his head before Braydon, he confirmed, “Yes, there are quite a few demonic beasts nearby.”

Aware that every small world harbored local demon beasts meant to test incoming cultivators, Braydon understood that this world was no exception.

“In that case, I’ll go find one. You continue your cultivation,” Braydon suggested with a faint smile before disappearing in an instant.

Three hundred miles away, a colossal rock dragon demon beast loomed.

Standing a thousand meters tall, its body resembled a small mountain, its skin akin to stone, occasionally alight with flames.

Emitting thunderous roars, it staked claim to its territory.

Encountering saint heart realm demonic beasts was typical in this realm; even the weakest were holy master-level creatures.

Yet, Braydon opted for a saint heart realm opponent, seeking to test his combat prowess.

Without delay, Braydon approached his chosen adversary.

“Human, your cultivation is feeble,” the rock dragon intoned in human tongue, its gaze piercing Braydon’s cultivation with a single glance.

Despite being only at the peak of the saint realm, he dared enter this domain!

The rock dragon understood that only cultivators of the saint heart realm could access this domain.

If there were exceptions, it meant they were an extraordinary human genius.

“This is my territory,” the rock dragon grumbled, its voice low. “I won’t argue with you since you’re new here. You can leave.”

Demonstrating a level of intelligence, the rock dragon comprehended the dire consequences of slaying a human of extraordinary talent.

Killing such a figure would undoubtedly invite retaliation, endangering its own existence.

Hence, it allowed Braydon to depart, unaware that he was the intended target.

Unhesitant, Braydon closed in swiftly, opting to engage the beast unarmed.

Simultaneously, a primordial chaos domain materialized beneath his feet, splitting into nine manifestations as he initiated the nine supremes’ assault.

“Foolish human, you’re courting death!” the rock dragon bellowed, preparing to retaliate against Braydon’s audacious provocation.

Executing the “Nine Supremes Return to One, Reverse Attack” technique, Braydon sought to gauge his combat prowess, refine his mental fortitude, and attain deeper insight into his capabilities.

Sensing his latent potential surging, Braydon unleashed his attack.

As anticipated, Braydon’s battle prowess had burgeoned exponentially, exceeding his previous limits by a hundredfold.

With his aura akin to that of the rock dragon, he channeled the nine supremes’ might into a devastating punch.

A thunderous boom reverberated as Braydon’s strike connected, carving out a massive crater beneath the rock dragon’s bulk.

The creature, unable to withstand the ferocity of the blow, crumbled under the force of Braydon’s unparalleled might, succumbing to its demise in an instant.