The Strongest War God Chapter 1865 - 1865 Full of Rewards

Chapter 1865: Full of Rewards Chapter 1865: Full of Rewards Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal left the courtyard.

“Why did you change your pants?” Lester Crawford asked, giving him a strange look.

“That’s not important.

Let’s take the Immortal King Pond!” Braydon replied, full of energy as he ascended into the sky, heading straight for the most important item—the Immortal King Pond, shrouded in dense, swirling immortal mist.

The pond stretched for thousands of miles, like a massive iron cauldron nestled in the mountain range. Lord McAvoy nodded and made a grasping motion in the air. The earth trembled.

The disciples of the Immortal King Mountain turned pale, gazing at the sky in awe as Braydon lifted the Immortal King Pond with one arm, stepping into the heavens. The pressure from above weighed heavily on all living beings below, filling the air with an overwhelming sense of oppression.

“Let’s go!” Braydon commanded, carrying the Immortal King Pond in one arm as he crossed the sky, covering hundreds of miles in a single stride.

On their way back, the disciples of the Immortal King Mountain were left dumbfounded. Their treasured pond had been taken away, just like that?

Back in the courtyard, several elderly won appeared, standing outside the door with grim expressions.

“Patriarch, the Immortal King Pond is the foundation of the mountain.

How can we allow outsiders to take it away?” “If word of this spreads, how will our Immortal King Mountain maintain its standing in the immortal realm?” one of the won protested, clearly displeased.

Rose, barefoot and with disheveled hair, her face slightly flushed, stood there. Her dress was a little ssy, exposing a large portion of her snow-white shoulder and her delicate collarbone. With a faint smile, she gazed at Braydon’s retreating figure and softly muttered, “No woman in this world can truly have him.

I’m already satisfied he stayed with for seven days in this life.

What’s the harm in giving him the Immortal King Pond?” Her words carried the quiet grace of a rose. The four elderly won were clearly unhappy but said nothing more.

Only Rose knew that at Braydon’s peak, much like Lukyan Flerov’s, not only was the Immortal King Pond insignificant, but even the supre treasures of the immortal realm were re trifles in his eyes.

Back at the Immortal Burial Ground, Braydon returned with the Immortal King Pond, placing it heavily on the ground.

“Commander!” many Northern Army disciples exclaid in shock. “The Immortal King Pond is divided into nine regions,” Braydon explained to them, “Immortal Region, True Immortal Region, Heavenly Immortal Region, Ancient Immortal Region, Immortal Supre Region, Immortal King Region, Immortal Monarch Region, and Immortal Emperor Region.

Each has miraculous effects.” Mortals who entered the Immortal King Pond could reach the immortal realm within a year, the true immortal realm in ten years, the heavenly immortal realm in a hundred years, the ancient immortal realm in a thousand, and the immortal supre realm within ten thousand years! The closer one got to the core of the Immortal King Pond, the more potent its effects.

For mortals, these tifras might seem incredibly long, but for immortal beings, to achieve breakthroughs in such a short period was the stuff of dreams.

“Train hard!” Lester grumbled.

“Don’t waste your commander’s efforts.

After all, this was earned after seven days of hard work.

It wasn’t easy to get.

Cherish it!” Bang!

Braydon turned and punched Lester, sending him flying. Why did that guy have to talk so much?

anwhile, outside the Immortal Burial Ground, the Myriad Race Prodigy Tournant had officially begun. It was held on an ancient starry battlefield, with the super races leading the way and the geniuses of all races gathering—humans included. The super races sent their most powerful leaders to oversee the event, ensuring no one would panic and break the rules, regardless of reputation.

Among the human elites were Loki Foreman and a few others. Braydon had deliberately left them in place. With Bedirhan Leitner and Garvie Nantz present, there was little need to worry about the competition.

Braydon wasn’t concerned with the outside world. The Northern Army disciples had already entered the Immortal Burial Ground ahead of the tournant. Once the competition ended, curiosity would rise.

At that ti, Braydon planned to open the passage to the Immortal Burial Ground, allowing experts from all races to enter.

He even had a special surprise prepared—a deadly trap.

Braydon stood in the Immortal Burial Ground, directing the disciples of the various armies to enter the Immortal King Pond. The pond was large enough to accommodate everyone, but there was one drawback: the pond’s power ca from an innate spirit-gathering formation on Immortal King Mountain, which continuously gathered immortal energy for it. Now that Braydon had taken the pond, its power would soon be depleted.

Still, the Hundred Generation Fruit, the Immortal King Pond, and the pure immortal energy would be enough for the Northern Army disciples to refine for a while.

Braydon stood before a shattered immortal king tomb, and his aura suddenly beca unstable and chaotic.

“40,000 Dharma Idols!” Lord McAvoy, clad in black robes, remarked from behind.

Behind Braydon, the Dharma Nation materialized—40,000 Dharma Idols, fully completed. The first 10,000 Dharma Idols were modeled after paths, while the remaining 30,000 were modeled after humans, demons, gods, and innate lifeforms, revered for thousands of years.

Lord McAvoy glanced over and said bluntly, “Your path is different from all living beings.” “You noticed?” Braydon replied. Ever since he had created a new technique and forged a new path, his body had been capable of bearing 100,000 Dharma Idols. His cultivation thod was entirely unique.

Lord McAvoy nodded.

“The Hundred Tribulations Conform to the Heavens.

In essence, it chips away at your foundation.

But in the future, when the tribulation body returns and you succeed, it will restore your foundation a hundredfold.

“You cultivate the Hundred Tribulations while the 10,000 banished immortals cultivate outside.

When you reach the peak realm, you’ll need to rge the 10,000 into one and transcend.” “If I continue cultivating the Dharma Nation and fuse at the end of the great path, it will clash with the Hundred Tribulations.

Both will rge with the path, but in the end, my true self will be destroyed, and a new self will be born,” Braydon mused, understanding Lord McAvoy’s warning.

Lord McAvoy’s words were clear: Braydon would have to make his own choice.

After a mont of contemplation, Lord McAvoy continued, “Your path diverges from others.

The integration of path is its return, and your forbidden technique allows you to cut off your flaws, leaving only a trace.

In every major realm, you can rge with 10,000 Dharma Idols.

At the peak, you’ll be able to fuse with 10,000 banished immortals to reach perfection.

This is your best option.” “That makes sense,” Braydon agreed.

Braydon nodded in agreent.

During his research on the new technique, he had created the Finger Fall Seal, which allowed even crippled bodies to reach the peak of nirvana. Now, it seed Lord McAvoy was right! The path of cultivation was always filled with variables, and adapting to the flow was the true great path. Since that was the case, there was no need to persist rigidly.

As Braydon closed his eyes, his aura suddenly surged, breaking through! The power of eternal great fulfillnt radiated from him, even more terrifying than that of a god. He had surpassed the limits and broken the shackles.

In the Dharma Nation, 10,000 Dharma Idols flew out, rushing back into Braydon’s body at an incredible speed, overlapping with one another. The Dharma Idols rged with the path, and Braydon’s body could now bear even more power.

But he suppressed that urge. Standing with his hands behind his back, lightning flashed in his eyes, and his voice bood like the might of heaven: “Eight Gates Seal.

Suppress!” By forcefully containing the 10,000 Dharma Idols, he made them the foundation of his strength. It didn’t raise his cultivation, but it significantly boosted his battle prowess, forming the strongest foundation.

Braydon’s combat strength was formidable, and as for the crippled bodies, they had long let go. In fact, all four of the crippled bodies were now fully releasing themselves.