The Strongest War God Chapter 1395: Uncrowned Level

Chapter 1395: Uncrowned Level

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Myriad Path Diagram proved too daunting to master, prompting nods of agreement from Moon Shadow.

“Those who tread this path are destined for a grim fate. No matter their talent, none escape unscathed.”

History was littered with tales of brilliant minds falling to its allure.

They fell not in combat but to themselves; none within their generation could quell its influence.

Nearly all succ.u.mbed; even those who once seemed invincible fell victim to its grasp.

In essence, pract.i.tioners of this path inevitably spiraled into madness, losing themselves along the way.

There were no exceptions, leading many to label it a forbidden, demonic pursuit.

Throughout the ages, it claimed countless promising souls, prompting leaders of the human race in the starry expanse to decree the eradication of all knowledge pertaining to it.

Across the cosmos, even rival factions found common ground in purging any trace of its existence.

“This forbidden path,” Moon Shadow solemnly remarked, “has ensnared not only our own brightest stars but also those from beyond. After eons of dormancy, it resurfaces, poised to ensnare anew.”

Within the sanctum of the Ivory Tower’s twelfth stage, the words of the white-clad maiden rang clear.

“It’s a treacherous journey, harmful to all who tread it. Designed not for ascent but for the burial of Heaven’s favourites.”

“I’m left with no other option,” Braydon Neal stated, his white robes billowing in the wind as he made a slight cupping gesture with his hands.

He and the moon stood as both guardians and adversaries in this trial.

Though indebted to her, their personal ties mattered little against the challenge they faced.

Moon Shadow’s figure, clad in white, swayed gently in the breeze as she spoke softly, “Using force won’t suffice now. If you attempt to manipulate the Myriad Path Diagram, your mind will be ensnared by its ever-shifting complexities.”

“I understand!” Braydon’s resolve remained steadfast, his chosen path unwavering.

Approaching barefoot, Moon Shadow exuded a subtle yet formidable aura, surpa.s.sing even Balulu’s strength amplification of 20,000 times.

Her own battle prowess reached an astonishing 40,000 times, a level of terror that eclipsed any genius Braydon had encountered.

The Ivory Tower, not native to Earth, hailed from the boundless expanse of the starry skies and its human inhabitants.

Its guardians, drawn from history, now stood transformed within its halls.

As the clash commenced, Braydon unleashed a flurry of secret techniques, each strike echoing the power of the heavens.

From the Son of Heaven’s ninefold a.s.sault to the forbidden Heavenly Execution Technique, domains collided in a symphony of conflict.

In the clash of these two exceptional minds, Moon Shadow found herself wounded, her pristine white attire marred and torn, revealing a glimpse of her ivory skin on her left shoulder.

Her once-neat hair now tousled, and the delicate white veil that veiled her face had slipped away.

Softly, she spoke, “Braydon, within my family lies a technique known as Moonlight. Master it, and you can shatter this barrier.”

Grat.i.tude filled Braydon’s eyes as he met her words with renewed determination, his white garments now stained with the evidence of battle.

Their struggle reached a stalemate, each matching the other blow for blow.

Despite Braydon’s formidable prowess, his domain had reached its peak, unable to further enhance his strength nor affect Moon Shadow in any meaningful way.

Even techniques like the forbidden Heavenly Execution Technique proved futile.

The Son of Heaven’s Nine Strikes, once a pinnacle of his power, was now rendered unusable.

The immense surge in his abilities left him unable to even materialize the technique, let alone execute it fully.

His cultivation had become a limiting factor.

Meanwhile, Moon Shadow radiated a luminous aura, a beacon of purity amidst the chaos of battle.

“The Thousand Feathers Technique?” Braydon gasped, recognizing the power of the Thousand Feathers.

Braydon recognized it instantly—it was the Thousand Feathers Technique!

Despite its potency, Moon Shadow remained unfazed, her form enveloped in a cascade of ethereal light, akin to a cloak of feathers draped upon her.

Her movements exuded a grace reminiscent of the feathered-men’s secret technique.

As her slender hand swept across, her battle prowess surged to an astonishing 50,000 times its original strength.

The gap between them widened, her every strike a potential death blow to Braydon.

Determined not to falter before his opponent, Braydon made a quiet plea, “Guard my mind. Once this battle is won, use the dual-pupils to sever the Myriad Path Diagram.”

With clarity regained, he could end the cycle of transformation techniques that clouded his judgment.

But for now, his focus remained on the immediate task—defeating his adversary.

The northern territory’s king was never one to yield, his legend of invincibility to endure through the ages.

With a swift motion, the Myriad Path Diagram shifted once more.

Comprised of the intricate interweaving of 3,000 great paths, its structure resembled a complex tapestry, each thread tightly bound.

Yet, as Braydon moved a single strand, a subtle shift rippled through the entirety of the diagram.

In the blink of an eye, myriad transformations unfolded, ensnaring Braydon’s mind in their intricate dance.

A resounding boom echoed through the air as the fiendish energy surged, its reach spanning three thousand miles, suppressing even the slightest resistance on Moon Shadow’s part.

With each pa.s.sing moment, Braydon’s power swelled, doubling once more to an astounding 70,000-fold amplification.

Veiled in a shroud of ominous black Qi, he wielded a sword reminiscent of the legendary Northern King’s blade.

Advancing with a flurry of afterimages trailing behind him, he cleaved through the fabric of reality, his strike tearing asunder the heavens and earth.

The moon, once a symbol of purity and grace, bore witness to the descent of the demonic blade.

Its ethereal glow shattered as blood painted the sky, marking Moon Shadow’s defeat.

Braydon had pa.s.sed the twelfth stage.

Such was the allure of the forbidden devil path—a path fraught with peril yet irresistible to those driven by ambition.

Despite the countless geniuses who had faltered upon it, there remained a lineage of seekers drawn to its promise of eternal legacy.

It was a path that was incomparable throughout the ages.

There were no paths that were inherently good nor evil; it all depended on the wielder of the path.

For Braydon, consumed by his ambition, there could be no turning back from this path he had chosen.

The twelfth stage had been conquered, and outside, the thirteenth star of the Ivory Tower flickered to life.

All thirteen stars ablaze—an event that sent shockwaves rippling through the outside world.

Alone, he ascended to the thirteenth stage, a testament to his extraordinary talent.

“You’ve breached the twelfth stage!” Soul Slave No. 3’s voice trembled with awe. “Uncrowned level!”

Uncrowned King—a t.i.tle that carried both glory and weight.

It had two meanings.

The first was a person who had not even stepped foot into the Ivory Tower, thus not even reaching the Stellar Corona level.

The second was a person who had surpa.s.sed the Solar Corona level, thus there was no higher level than the Solar Corona that was crownable.

He stood as an Uncrowned King, a figure of unparalleled genius.

Kohen Neal and Soul Slave No. 3 shared a moment of excitement.

“The heavens smile upon our race,” Kohen exclaimed, eyes gleaming with antic.i.p.ation. “How far will a genius who reaches the thirteenth level ascend?”

“I cannot say,” Soul Slave No. 3 admitted with a shake of his head.

This level of genius was unprecedented, a miracle birthed from the Spirit Sea.

Traditionally, geniuses would only reach the seventh or eighth stage of the Ivory Tower.

Braydon defied convention, a monstrous anomaly in their midst.

In this moment, the elite of the Spirit Sea felt a weighty realization settle upon them—none came to offer congratulations, for they understood the inevitable rise of such a prodigy.

In the Spirit Sea, the birth of this super genius meant that the future of the Neal family was destined for dominance, while others would have no choice but to yield or perish.