The Strongest War God Chapter 1344: New Divine Level Expert

Chapter 1344: New Divine Level Expert

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Heavenly Mountain and Kylo, the most enigmatic ent.i.ties, remained silent, declining to dispatch emissaries.

Old Devil Yanagi, in a gradual motion, shook his head.

“The Sovereign Lord is stationed at Heavenly Mountain, ensuring its safeguarding. He’s unlikely to intervene.”

“Why?”

A wave of incredulity rippled through the a.s.sembly, their collective disbelief palpable.

They all recalled how a millennium ago, it was the Seventh Sovereign Lord of Heavenly Mountain that had delivered them from peril.

Now, a millennium later, they harbored hopes that Heavenly Mountain would once again quell the 3,000 ruins, akin to its previous intervention.

Yet, in this epoch, they were bound to fail.

Heavenly Mountain owed them nothing.

A thousand years prior, the Seventh Sovereign Lord, renowned for her unparalleled benevolence, had exchanged her life for a millennium of peace.

But what had transpired in that span of time?

For a millennium, they had been ensnared in ceaseless conflict, with martial arts languishing and warfare enduring.

Despite the pa.s.sage of a millennium, martial arts remained stagnant, leaving the burden of perpetual turmoil for the next generation to bear.

“What?” Another elder furrowed his brow. “If the Heavenly Mountain Sovereign Lord refrains from intervention, who shall impede the aborigines?”

“While the Heavenly Mountain sect opts for a stance of non-interference, what of the Kylo branch?”

All present, well-versed in the intricacies of Hansworth’s clandestine forces, were acquainted with the likes of Heavenly Mountain, Mount Kylo, Mount Karawu, among others—domains inhabited by peerless beings.

Why then did they abstain from action?

The golden-haired elder from the Alpha Empire spoke in hushed tones, “Your country’s King Braydon Neal is the direct heir of the masters of Heavenly Mountain and Kylo. Now, their young master is trapped in the 16th ruin. Do they truly intend to offer no aid?”

“It’s been ten months since Braydon entered the 16th ruin,” Finley Yanagi added softly, casting a searching glance over the a.s.sembly.

Each elder present surpa.s.sed Braydon in age, with many even older than Graham Neal.

Three thousand ruins lay scattered, yet only the 16th ruin bore the brunt of a fierce conflict.

Only the Northern Army men stood firm against the aboriginal adversaries.

The remainder relinquished their resistance, engaging instead in ceaseless debate over who should take decisive action.

Yet, not one entertained the notion of exerting themselves, nor did they contemplate sacrificing their lives.

This rationale underpinned Braydon’s decision to open the 16th safe zone solely to children and youths, while leaving adults of any gender to contend with the aborigines.

The lad remained underage.

As the new leader of Hansworth, protecting the youth of Hansworth became an inescapable obligation for Braydon.

After all, children had yet to mature fully, and safeguarding them was inc.u.mbent upon their caretakers.

Conversely, adult martial artists recoiled from confronting the aboriginal adversaries, their fear of combat overriding any sense of duty.

Such timidity found no quarter in Braydon’s realm.

They were reluctant to face mortality when the lives of the Northern Army men hung in the balance.

Countless venerable figures from Hansworth convened in the conference hall, save for a small faction of elders who did not attend.

Instead, they headed to the 16th bronze door.

There, 13 individuals stood sentinel, including a white-haired gentleman and an elderly woman leaning upon her walking stick, their gaze fixed upon the partially shattered door.

“Braydon has been in there for ten months,” the old man in a white robe spoke slowly. “Are those people still bickering?”

“Just like a thousand years ago, the aboriginals sought pa.s.sage to the outside world. The Seventh Sovereign Lord of Heavenly Mountain rallied experts from all nations to combat the threat, but received no response. In desperation, the Seventh Sovereign Lord led Hansworth’s experts in conquering the 3,000 ruins,” the old woman with the walking stick added softly.

The third old man clenched his fists and continued, “A millennium ago, the Seventh Sovereign Lord fell in battle. The current Heavenly Mountain Sovereign Lord is the eighth generation, and at that time he had barely grown to maturity. Foreign elders united and descended upon Heavenly Mountain, pressuring the Eighth Sovereign Lord to relinquish the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art. Even Hansworth’s hidden cultivation sects sent envoys to exert force!

“If not for Kylo’s intervention to safeguard him, the Eighth Sovereign Lord would have perished long ago.”

In this moment, an ancient secret unraveled, known only to a select group whose lineage spanned millennia.

Why was Heavenly Mountain refraining from intervening in the rebellion within the ruins?

Was history poised to repeat itself?

A millennium past, the Seventh Sovereign Lord, preoccupied with the conquest of the 3,000 ruins, failed to ensure Heavenly Mountain’s succession.

Consequently, no successor emerged, leaving the Eighth Sovereign Lord to hastily inherit the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art, becoming Heavenly Mountain’s weakest Sovereign Lord in history.

The Spirit Summoning Monarch Art of Heavenly Mountain ranked among the world’s most coveted treasures, its terror reaching the peak of the divine realm.

The Eighth Sovereign Lord grappled with despair and disillusionment.

Yet, with Braydon’s youth and the Eighth Sovereign Lord’s guardianship of Heavenly Mountain, the aboriginals would hesitate to a.s.sail them in the outside world.

The formidable legacy of Heavenly Mountain’s past divines instilled terror in the aborigines.

Meanwhile, outside the turmoil persisted.

Within the 16th ruin, Braydon remained secluded within Star Tower for five years, totaling sixty months.

Five years of isolation equated to six months in the outside world.

The artifact spirit released Braydon from seclusion, indicating that his cultivation had reached the point required by the artifact spirit.

Above a small mountain, a white-robed youth emerged, gazing calmly toward Zunde Royal City, three thousand miles away.

However, a sudden and formidable energy surged, signaling someone’s attempt to ascend to the divine realm.

The question lingered: who was attempting this breakthrough?

The rapid advancement seemed improbable for the men of the Northern Army.

Moving from the emperor realm to the divine realm in just a few months was implausible.

In an instant, Braydon traversed 3,000 miles to arrive at Donta Imperial City, showcasing a remarkable enhancement in his mastery of the s.p.a.ce path after his seclusion.

In the southeast of Zunde Royal City, a breakthrough was underway, but it wasn’t initiated by the men of the Northern Army; it was Xetsa Yeza, a woman of remarkable beauty and once the leading priest of the Oracle Palace among the ten Divine Priests.

Trapped in the emperor realm for countless years, she had finally broken through.

The transition from emperor to divine was rare.

On the city walls of Zunde Royal City, the sons of the Northern Army stood solemnly, observing as Xetsa’s breakthrough unfolded in the sky, manifesting as a cascading waterfall of spiritual energy descending from above.

All the vitality and true essence in Xetsa’s body converged above her head, gradually forming a divine pill.

The pill, entirely blood-red, exuded a vast and majestic power, signifying the completion of the divine pill.

This marked her initial stride toward divine status.

The next phase involved transitioning the imperial path into the divine path, a daunting challenge that deterred many.

Should she falter at this juncture…

Braydon arrived, casting a soft gaze toward the distant girl.

“From the moment I laid eyes on you, I sensed the latent vitality power within you. The divine priests of the Oracle Palace delved into secret vitality cultivation, alongside martial arts.”

“Dual cultivation, Xetsa. Your ambition surpa.s.ses even Rayha Qhobela,” Braydon remarked casually to his acquaintance.

Traversing both martial arts and ancient martial arts cultivation, Xetsa’s potential for extraordinary battle prowess depended on her success in ascension to the divine realm.

As antic.i.p.ated, after Xetsa ingested the divine pill, dark clouds ama.s.sed in the sky, coalescing like a colossal sponge, with even a ma.s.sive bolt of lightning descending from their midst.