The Strongest War God - Chapter 1527

Chapter 1527: Suffered a Great Loss
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Jonah Shaw looked utterly despaired. “Luke, Colton, and Tobey, those three troublemakers, are at it again. They’ve caused quite a ruckus on the ninth level!”

“Send Cora. Luke has been afraid of Cora since he was young,” Braydon Neal suggested, knowing exactly who could handle the situation.

Cora Yanagi had always been the one Luke feared.

Jonah seemed to recall this and suddenly asked, “Are you going into seclusion soon?”

“I will. I’m planning to attempt a breakthrough to the holy master realm. Otherwise, I won’t be able to leave the Hall of Souls and will have to keep hiding here,” Braydon replied.

He was acutely aware that his enemies on Demon Saint Island were relentless and determined to kill him.

They had formed a deep blood feud with him.

He needed to reach the holy master realm to protect himself.

Jonah nodded seriously, then turned around and left to continue cultivating.

Braydon’s rapid progress put immense pressure on everyone around him.

His cultivation speed defied common sense, especially in the later stages, making Jonah and the others push themselves harder to catch up to their big brother.

With Luther Carden and others managing the eight million soldiers of the Northern Army, Braydon had less to worry about in that regard.

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However, in the afternoon, Luther contacted Braydon with a list–a detailed list of the pills required for a divine to break through to the saint realm.

Using these medicinal pills would increase the success rate of their breakthroughs.

Braydon remembered this task and knew he needed to procure everything from outside the cosmos.

This required a large amount of star coins!

Having already spent all his star coins, he turned to contact Beckham Jovel.

“In the Hall of Souls, what’s the best option for a divine realm expert to break through to the saint realm?”

“Path Comprehension Pill!”

Beckham explained, “Path Comprehension Pills are extremely rare, and the success rate of refining them is very low. However, just one is needed to help a divine realm cultivator break through to the saint realm with over a 90% success rate!”

It was almost guaranteed to enter the saint realm!

“Which floor of the Hall of Souls has the Path Comprehension Pill?” Braydon asked.

“There are a few minor worlds above the 500th level that have them, but not many,” Issac Irwin replied honestly.

The three soul slaves could guess what Braydon intended.

He had already reached the eminent saint realm and possessed a domain, so he didn’t need Path Comprehension Pills himself.

At the very least, he didn’t need such a low-grade Path Comprehension Pill.

Therefore, Braydon wanted these for the Northern Army.

The number needed for 8 million soldiers was absolutely staggering!

Braydon left his residence and went to the 505th floor.

Only creatures above the saint heart realm could step into levels above the 500th.

The small worlds for saint heart realm cultivators were between the 400th and 500th floors.

However, only cultivators above the saint heart realm could enter the 500th level, and only life and death realm cultivators could enter the 505th floor.

Upon arriving at the 505th floor, Braydon found a layer of dust covering the 1,000-square-meter hall, indicating that no one had been there for a long time.

Or rather, no one had ever been to this floor.

Was there anyone who had surpassed the saint heart realm and life and death realm in the vast Spirit Sea?

Braydon looked at the entrance.

“Your Highness, worlds above the 500th floor are extremely dangerous!” Beckham said hesitantly.

“No worries!” Braydon replied, determined to find what he was looking for.

The next second, he pushed the door open and entered.

A wave of majestic spiritual energy assaulted his face, followed by a dense medicinal fragrance.

The small world on the 505th level of the Hall of Souls was called the medicinal cauldron world.

There were pills everywhere.

Unfortunately, they were all useless pills.

Upon entering, Braydon couldn’t help but feel shocked.

There were countless abandoned pill cauldrons.

Some were bronze cauldrons, extremely dilapidated, while others were towering,

1,000-meter-tall pill cauldrons that reached into the clouds.

There were also pill cauldrons of all shapes and colors, as tall as a person.

However, they all had one thing in common: they were extremely broken.

Some had a broken foot, and others were entirely shattered.

It looked like a garbage dump that had been turned into a small mountain.

More pill cauldrons were buried in the soil.

The entire small world was filled with a rich medicinal fragrance and the power of spirit herbs.

However, this energy couldn’t be absorbed.

If these mixed medicinal powers were absorbed randomly, they would cause harm instead of being refined.

From afar, Braydon saw a small white mountain peak.

It was composed entirely of gray pills the size of a fist.

When did they refine all these?

They were piled up like mountains, forming an endless garbage dump.

Braydon stood stunned for a long time.

Suddenly, a fierce cry echoed from the sky.

It was a giant golden-winged roc!

When its wings spread, they spanned at least 10,000 feet.

The roc had golden vertical pupils and golden claws, covering the sky as it wandered above.

It locked its eyes on Braydon and let out a ferocious cry.

A huge sound wave attacked him.

Braydon felt a sharp pain in his head, knowing he had been mentally attacked.

He gently bit the tip of his tongue, using the pain to regain clarity.

The golden roc had already swooped down from a low altitude, stirring up a hurricane.

Its golden claws descended as if to grab an ant.

Braydon’s expression changed slightly, and he instantly dodged.

Bang!

The golden claw missed its target and landed on the ground, shattering a 100-meter-tall pill cauldron into shield-like pieces.

One of the shards struck Braydon. He blocked with both arms.

Crack!

Both his arms fractured under the impact, and the huge force shattered his internal organs.

“Puff!” Braydon spat out a mouthful of blood as he was severely injured by the aftershock.

Realizing the vast difference in strength, he turned and fled.

This golden-winged roc was definitely at the life and death realm.

Braydon had just entered the eminent saint realm, while the golden-winged roc had surpassed both the holy master realm and the saint heart realm.

The difference in their strength was immense.

As cultivation advanced, the disparity in power became exponentially greater, a gap that sheer talent couldn’t bridge.

Without a word, Braydon turned and fled, realizing that this golden-winged roc was an ancient creature, likely over ten thousand years old, and not something to provoke.

However, Braydon was unaware that in the medicinal cauldron world, life and death realm beasts were ubiquitous.

Survival in this world required life and death realm strength, which was why only cultivators of that level were allowed into worlds above the 500th level of the Hall of Souls.

For lower-level cultivators, entering was a death sentence, with survival even for ten minutes being nearly impossible.

As Braydon fled, he activated the nine supremes with a single thought.

The Son of Heaven’s Nine Strikes wasn’t used for attack but for escape–marking the first time it was employed this way.

The golden-winged roc was momentarily stunned, not expecting the human to split into nine.

Its golden claws swept across the sky.

Swoosh!

A ray of golden light, sharp as a peerless golden saber, slashed through and destroyed six of Braydon’s avatars with such speed that dodging was impossible.

Braydon’s mouth twitched; he hadn’t anticipated this small world to be so perilous.

A black token appeared in his hand–the black soul token–ready for an emergency escape.

The golden-winged roc, having randomly encountered Braydon, was already terrifying.

How was he supposed to navigate this world?

As he pondered this, the remaining three of Braydon’s clones were obliterated by the golden-winged roc’s claws.