The Strongest War God

Braydon Neal had ascended to the inimitable pinnacle realm, yet he remained resolute in his cultivation endeavors.

Day and night, he tirelessly circulated the Great Void of Kylo Art.

Another month elapsed, and after thirty-two days, Braydon attained the sovereign pinnacle realm.

His vitality soared to an astounding 641,000 Na.

Outside the palace, Xetsa Yeza, silently standing guard, found herself numbed by Braydon’s staggering cultivation pace.

She was at a loss for words.

In just two months and four days, he had reached the sovereign pinnacle realm, solidifying his status as a cultivation legend.

Xetsa contemplated intervening, concerned about the consequences of Braydon’s relentless pursuit of strength.

However, upon attempting to approach the hall, she hesitated.

Braydon was once again engrossed in cultivation.

“You still have nine months,” Xetsa gently urged. “There’s no need to push yourself so hard.”

As she spoke, a wave of mental pressure enveloped the entire palace.

This time, it wasn’t his vitality but his mental power that surged.

Braydon had reached the sixth stage, a remarkable feat achieved on the same day as his attainment of the sovereign pinnacle realm in ancient martial arts.

His mental power now rivaled that of peak-level cultivators at the supreme pinnacle realm, surpassing ordinary practitioners several times over.

After these breakthroughs, Xetsa advised, “With nine months remaining before your battle with Matu Joko, it’s okay to take a day of rest.”

Braydon, however, had other plans.

“Could you help me locate some more thousand-year-old herbs?” he inquired, reaffirming his commitment to cultivating his vitality, mental power, and physical body concurrently—a strategy he distinctly remembered pursuing.

Cultivating all three aspects simultaneously, Braydon aimed to achieve mastery in each within a year.

His goal?

To shatter the pride and confidence of every genius in the Donta Imperial Dynasty—to make them face the harsh truth and despair.

Within that timeframe, he aspired to elevate his vitality, martial arts, and physical body to the emperor realm.

If successful, no one within the Donta Imperial Dynasty would dare claim superiority in front of Braydon.

Xetsa affirmed with a slight nod. “You can utilize the spirit herbs from the Oracle Palace’s treasure vault, but you must take breaks.”

“Send over the spirit herbs. I’ll commence refining the Body Tempering Pill and naturally pause to rest,” Braydon instructed, facing the window with hands clasped behind his back, overlooking the Oracle Palace in its entirety.

With Xetsa departing to retrieve the necessary thousand-year-old herbs, Braydon resumed his cross-legged position, delving once more into profound cultivation.

This time, his aim was to ascend to the supreme pinnacle realm.

His spiritual aperture had already opened, his mental power attaining stage six, and his vitality requiring only surpassing 1.28 million Na to enter the supreme pinnacle realm—the threshold of the emperor realm.

Once he entered the supreme pinnacle realm, he would be able to go against emperors.

Failure to defeat an emperor would render his position a mockery.

Armed with the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art, he could harness the power of the stars to bolster his might, ensuring his capability to vanquish an emperor.

Deep in meditation, Braydon’s dedication to cultivation persisted.

Upon Xetsa’s return, she found herself unable to intervene, instead quietly placing the spirit herbs down and maintaining a vigilant watch outside the palace, warding off any potential disturbances.

Meanwhile, within another palace in the Oracle Palace, Rayha Qhobela spoke softly, “He has advanced the Great Void of Kylo Art to the fifth level. His pace of cultivation rivals ours. He instructed Xetsa to procure spirit herbs for refining the Body Tempering Pill. It’s quite surprising.”

“I’ve mentioned before, that lad is of a different caliber. His ambitions surpass our imaginations. He aims to ascend to the tri-emperor realm within a year!”

The man in green stood by the window, gazing towards Braydon’s palace.

At that moment, he was taken aback.

The peak of the emperor realm was the tri-emperor realm.

It stood as an elusive goal, a concept proposed by an ancient ancestor in Hansworth.

For 1,600 years, none had achieved this theoretical peak of cultivation.

The tri-emperor realm demanded mastery in all three facets: vitality, martial arts, and body tempering.

If he were to ascend to the tri-emperor realm, he was likely comparable to a quasi-divine.

The Northern King possessed a ferocious demeanor, capable of dominating vast territories within ten thousand miles like a tiger.

His audacity surpassed that of his peers.

Surveying the world, how many could claim the title of the Northern King at such a tender age, commanding legions of armored elites across the desert?

The Northern King, heralded from youth, demonstrated maturity beyond his years, intelligence surpassing his peers, and ambitions transcending those of his mentors.

Yet, Braydon cared not for the title of the Northern King, nor the emperor’s throne in the capital.

His desire lay in claiming the position as the world’s number one martial artist.

From a young age, his aspiration was to stand at the zenith of martial prowess, subjugating nations under the banner of the Northern King.

His ambition extended to conquering a hundred countries single-handedly, asserting dominion over the global stage as the Garrison King.

Alone in his palace, Braydon focused on ascending to the supreme pinnacle realm.

Starting from the sovereign pinnacle realm with a vitality of 641,000 Na, his pursuit of the supreme pinnacle realm was projected to take two months.

Two months passed in the blink of an eye, neither fleeting nor dragging.

Braydon, immersed in cultivation, surrounded himself with a constant swirl of purple Qi, day and night.

With each breath, the purple Qi permeated his being, infusing him with its energy.

After 64 days, Braydon ascended above the Oracle Palace, reaching the supreme pinnacle realm—a figure akin to a true dragon.

His vitality blazed like the sun, his fists capable of shattering mountains, his strength akin to the vast ocean.

The supreme pinnacle realm marked the final step before the emperor realm, a testament to Braydon’s relentless dedication.

From the sovereign pinnacle realm to the supreme pinnacle realm in 64 days—a duration nearly identical to the time he had spent before.

Ever since Braydon and Matu Joko agreed on a year’s time, Braydon had dedicated a month to perfecting the third red lotus on his right shoulder. Later, he re-established his pinnacle cultivation, investing 128 days to breach the supreme pinnacle realm.

Surpassing the vitality limit of the sovereign pinnacle, which stood at 1.28 million Na, Braydon’s vitality soared to 1,281,000 Na, marking his entry into the supreme pinnacle realm—the ninth level of the pinnacle realm.

“Five months have elapsed since our one-year agreement,” Braydon remarked softly. “Less than seven months remain.”

In just four months, Braydon’s progression from the low-level pinnacle realm to the supreme pinnacle realm showcased a terrifying velocity of advancement.

“You’ve truly reached the supreme pinnacle realm!” Xetsa exclaimed in astonishment as she entered the room.

“Indeed,” Braydon replied, rising with a faint smile.

A golden light emanated from the spiritual aperture between his eyebrows, signifying his unparalleled mastery.

During these two months, Braydon immersed himself in the cultivation of the Great Void of Kylo Art, day and night, witnessing a steady increase in his mental power.

His mental power underwent yet another breakthrough, ascending to the seventh stage, amplifying his strength several-fold in just a few short months.

The question lingered: could his current prowess vanquish an emperor?

The answer remained elusive.

“Your progress is astonishingly rapid. You must remember to temper your pace and maintain equilibrium,” Xetsa advised, offering him a void pouch.

Accepting the pouch with a smile, Braydon contemplated.

Was his cultivation truly swift, or merely a release from the confines constraining his innate potential?

“I’ll join you for a stroll around the Imperial City today,” Xetsa proposed, taking the initiative.