The Strongest War God

Chapter 1386: Three Supremes Joining Forces

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Soul Slave No. 3’s words seemed to serve as confirmation of Braydon Neal’s true identity, offering a sense of safeguarding.

“If only Thirteen had the Hall of Souls’ protection back then, his fate might have been different,” Kohen Neal mused softly.

“Thirteen garnered our attention. While he showed potential to attain the status of a Moon Crown, the Ivory Tower had yet to activate. As such, his status remained the same as everyone else, so the Hall of Souls could not intervene to shield him,” Soul Slave No. 3 explained impassively, unperturbed by Thirteen’s previous altercation with the guardians of order.

To them, such individuals were expendable pawns in the outer reaches of the Hall of Souls, easily replaced as needed.

“If he acquires the Moon Crown glory within the Ivory Tower, he will possess a chance of survival in the perilous secret realms of the Spirit Sea, no matter how dire the circumstances,” Soul Slave No. 3 continued, elucidating the Hall of Souls’ rule and its significance in the vast expanse of the Spirit Sea.

This rule, while straightforward, held profound implications.

In the expansive realm of the Spirit Sea, spanning millennia, no Moon Crown-level prodigy had emerged.

Upon their emergence, they were afforded a measure of protection befitting their status.

However, this protection was not absolute; it merely ensured survival amid perilous trials, leaving the path to becoming a true powerhouse fraught with challenges and trials.

As discussions continued in the outside world and geniuses entered and departed the Ivory Tower, Braydon’s sudden advance to the eighth stage stirred further speculation.

The limits of the ancient martial arts banished immortal’s combat prowess had already been tested and evaluated.

The martial arts banished immortal emerged and launched his attack, drawing upon his mastery of extreme power.

The convergence of extreme yin and extreme yang gave rise to the Yin-Yang Taiji, heralding a momentous shift in the battlefield dynamics.

As the Yin-Yang Taiji manifested, the martial arts immortal’s aura surged, increasing a thousandfold with each iteration.

With the Taiji Diagram as its foundation, augmented by the Eight Trigrams, the aura multiplied exponentially, spinning into sixteen hexagrams and further escalating its aura by a thousandfold.

Another twenty-four hexagrams followed suit, each amplifying the aura by a thousandfold.

Then, a transformation into thirty-two hexagrams ensued, further bolstering the martial force.

By the time sixty-two hexagrams had materialized, the martial arts banished immortal’s aura had swelled to an astounding six thousandfold increase, matching his augmented combat prowess.

Braydon stood awestruck by the spectacle unfolding before him.

Over the past two years, the martial arts banished immortal had concealed his true power, biding his time.

Initially the leader among the three banished immortals, it was the ancient martial arts banished immortal who ultimately made the most formidable strides.

In contrast, the green lotus banished immortal possessed an innate path body, transcendent comprehension, and specialized in manipulating time and space within a domain.

The martial arts banished immortal, however, harbored his own intentions, withholding his true potential until now.

Embarking on his own path, he melded the Yin-Yang Taiji with the five elements, transmuting them into the Eight Trigrams.

From there, he delved into the depths of ultimate power, merging seventy-two variations of ultimate powers into the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams, creating a martial path that defied the very heavens.

As anticipated, the examinee in the eighth stage was taken aback.

“What?!” he exclaimed, startled by the unfolding events.

Outside the tower, Soul Slave No. 3 shared in the shock, his gaze drawn to the unexpected display of power.

All eyes turned toward him, prompting Kohen to voice his concern for Braydon’s well-being.

“No need to worry. His future holds boundless potential,” Soul Slave No. 3 reassured, suppressing his own astonishment.

Today, he too had witnessed something extraordinary.

Kohen breathed a sigh of relief, fearing the worst for Braydon.

Yet, candidates of the Ivory Tower were shielded from mortal harm; at worst, they would fail the test, their lives spared within the realm of illusion.

“Has our family’s prodigy failed?” Kohen inquired.

“No, his potential may well be rated as Solar Corona level, or even higher,” Soul Slave No. 3 responded, his fingers trembling slightly as he refrained from divulging more.

“Solar Corona level? What does that entail?” Kohen queried, taken aback by the revelation.

“Ordinary Stellar Corona levels are common, while Moon Corona levels are exceedingly rare, occurring perhaps once every ten thousand years. As for the Solar Corona level, should one emerge today, it’s likely that the powers overseeing the Spirit Sea Nurturing Grounds would dispatch envoys to claim him,” Soul Slave No. 3 explained cautiously, wary of overstepping his bounds.

If he said too much, it could cost him his life at the hands of the Hall of Souls.

Yet, the emergence of a Solar Corona-level super prodigy heralded not only a boon but a windfall for the Spirit Sea Nurturing Ground, ensuring its continued prosperity.

Meanwhile, within the tower, on the second floor, facing the eighth stage, the black-robed man gazed upon the martial arts banished immortal in astonishment.

“How do you possess knowledge of the Yin-Yang Saint Technique? Who are you?” he demanded, his voice quivering.

“128 hexagrams, unleashed!” the martial arts banished immortal declared.

The martial arts banished immortal’s eyes flashed like lightning, his long hair swaying in the wind as the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams beneath his feet shifted swiftly.

The divination was in flux, each alteration accompanied by an explosive surge in the martial arts banished immortal’s aura, elevating his combat strength to a staggering 7,000-fold increase.

With bold determination, he launched his attack, the expansive Taiji Diagram engulfing the sky and enveloping the black-robed examiner.

Threads of extreme power, emanating from the Taiji Diagram, shot forth like spears of light, only to be swiftly dispersed by the examiner.

The desert landscape morphed, revealing a young drunkard lounging against a stone tablet in the ninth stage.

Rousing from his stupor, he fixed his gaze on the martial arts banished immortal and inquired in a dazed tone, “How many years has it been since anyone reached the ninth stage? Little guy, reveal your name!”

“I’ll tell you when you’re lying dead!” the martial arts banished immortal retorted, his fighting spirit ablaze as he charged forward.

The martial arts banished immortal’s Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams hung inverted behind him, a stark contrast to his usual technique of subduing foes with lethal precision.

Uncharacteristically, he now unleashed a punch in his assault.

The young drunkard’s eyes cleared upon witnessing the Taiji Diagram, and he exclaimed in surprise, “The Yin-Yang Path Technique, the Taiji Eight Trigrams Diagram. Where did you learn it, little guy?”

“I discovered it on my own!” the martial arts banished immortal declared as he delivered another punch.

However, the young drunkard scoffed, retorting, “Quit the charade. To comprehend the Yin Yang path would make you a young Yin Yang Holy Master. The human race of the cosmos spent 80,000 years gathering 91 planets in their attempt to replicate another Yin Yang Holy Master, to no avail. Are you suggesting you walked the same path as the Holy Master without guidance? I may treat you as a brother, but don’t take me for a fool!”

“Perish!” The martial arts banished immortal’s countenance darkened, his resolve unyielding.

He never resorted to falsehoods.

The young drunkard’s prowess was undeniably remarkable, with his combat strength capable of amplification by 9,000 times.

The martial arts banished immortal pondered whether such a prodigy was merely a figment of imagination or a genuine entity.

Nevertheless, he remained convinced that the examiner within the Ivory Tower was undoubtedly a sham.

“Tell me, lad, are you a descendant of the Holy Master?” the young drunkard inquired with a genial smile. “Confess, and I shall permit you to progress beyond the ninth stage.”

The offer from the drunken individual stationed at the ninth stage was unexpected, and it demonstrated his capricious nature.

“Hmph!” the martial arts banished immortal snorted disdainfully. “Since our youth, it has been we who have outwitted others. You, a slovenly drunkard, seek to deceive me? My little brother Luke could spin better tales than you!”

Neither harbored trust for the other.

The young drunkard shook his head and asserted, “Though you cultivate the Yin Yang Path, your mastery is limited to a mere 128 hexagrams. Your cultivation realm is insufficient to surmount this trial.”

The drunkard exuded confidence in his ability to enhance his battle prowess by 9,000 times, undoubtedly a prodigious scion.

The martial arts banished immortal remained unconvinced, engaging in fierce combat with his adversary to no avail.

“If you want to kill him, you may need to enlist Third Brother’s aid,” the ancient martial arts banished immortal murmured solemnly.

“Let’s swiftly conclude this,” Braydon proclaimed, summoning the green lotus banished immortal.

All three banished immortals manifested, leaving the young drunkard astonished. “Through the Origin Separation Technique, you’ve cultivated three distinct selves, each traversing an extraordinary path,” he remarked incredulously. “If you succeed, you are destined for a prominent position within the core of the human race in the cosmos.”