The Strongest War God

Chapter 1962: I Am Gadin Jennings Chapter 1962: I Am Gadin Jennings Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Step by step.

A thousand steps.

It rose all the way up.

He seemed completely unaffected by the pressure.

In a flash, Luther Carden caught up to Leron Schatzman.

Luther shook his head and smiled bitterly.

“The stronger your cultivation, the greater the pressure you have to endure.

I’m afraid Leron and I won’t make it through this Path of Heaven.” “I’ll give it my all.” Braydon Neal didn’t force them.

He was just curious to see who the third level ten transcendent was.

Back then, even in the early days, a peak level ten existence wouldn’t have dared to claim they’d leave behind an inheritance capable of helping their descendants reach the tenth level.

Whoever left the inheritance here was no ordinary person.

As Braydon continued, the pressure only intensified.

Ten thousand steps.

It felt like a giant weight was pressing on his shoulders.

In the shadows, the white-robed old man muttered, “This kid seems off.

Shouldn’t he be feeling the pressure after ten thousand steps?” Little did he know.

Braydon circulated a sliver of his cultivation, and the pressure dissipated around him.

His steps remained steady and calm, like a breeze.

After another 100,000 steps, they were halfway there.

The white-robed old man was visibly shocked and called out, “Kid, where are you from?” “Why do you ask?” Braydon replied.

The old man’s face grew serious.

“We’re halfway up the Path to Heaven, and I haven’t seen you use any forbidden techniques, yet you’re walking like it’s nothing.

Do you even realize the kind of pressure you’re under?” “I’m fine,” Braydon said indifferently.

“You’re under 10,000 times the normal pressure,” the white-robed elder said gravely.

“Your composure…

the technique you’re using isn’t simple, is it?” Of course, it wasn’t.

Braydon had spent ten thousand years cultivating his foundation to develop a forbidden technique like the 100,000 Dharma Idols.

Now, Braydon had 70,000 Dharma Idols.

In the same realm, no one could rival him.

Before entering the ancient immortal realm, Braydon had defeated an immortal celestial as if it were nothing.

Now, having stepped into the ancient immortal realm and fused with 70,000 Dharma Idols, Braydon was unmatched below the peak realm.

No matter who stood against him, Braydon could defeat them with a single strike.

And so, Braydon continued forward.  The pressure came like waves, each stronger than the last, battering his body.

At this moment, the pressure felt like that of an immortal king.

There was a whole realm’s difference between an ancient immortal and an immortal king.

So when the white-robed old man said this pressure was ten thousand times stronger, it wasn’t an exaggeration.

An immortal king could easily obliterate numerous first-level ancient immortals with just a flick of his fingers.

But to Braydon?

Not even an immortal king or immortal celestial pressure could faze him.

Braydon kept walking, a faint smile on his face.

“From what I know, even a tenth level transcendent wouldn’t claim that his inheritance could elevate his descendants to the tenth level, unless he was willing to strip his own transcendence origin and hand it over.” Was that even possible?

Would someone willingly give away a path fruit they had cultivated for countless years to someone unrelated in the future?

That wasn’t benevolence.

That was foolishness.

The white-robed old man fell silent.

Certain things could only be said after Braydon had crossed the Path to Heaven.

The old man frowned, sensing something was off about Braydon.

At first, he thought Braydon was just a super genius.

But now, it didn’t seem that simple.

Meanwhile, more than ten thousand people had entered from the outside world in a short time.

The entrance was wide open, and the pillar of light served as the door.

Clearly, it was meant to draw people in.

The white-haired old man split into thousands of bodies to greet each cultivator who entered.  Local demon beasts from the Spirit Sea were also welcomed as they set foot on the Path of Heaven.

Ten thousand living beings had appeared.

But only one stood out.

Braydon, dressed in white.

He had completed two-thirds of the Path of Heaven.

The immense pressure felt like the might of the heavens, akin to that of an immortal celestial.

How could any ancient immortal realm cultivator endure this?

This path wasn’t meant for just anyone to cross.

Even if someone could, they would be a rare anomaly.

Braydon was just that person.

A large number of cultivators had taken their first steps onto the Path of Heaven, only to be blown away and eliminated after just three or five steps.

Yet the white-robed elder didn’t announce the rules.

Those knocked out could still attempt the Path of Heaven again.

And again, they tried.

The commotion behind him made Braydon frown.

He didn’t like the noise.

He was getting tired of it.

Here, Braydon floated three feet above the ground, standing with his hands behind his back, as the end of the Path of Heaven came into view.

“What are you planning to do, kid?” the white-haired old man exclaimed.

“Fly.” Braydon met his gaze.

The old man was so startled he nearly lost control.

“Flying requires you to endure pressure ten or even a hundred times greater than on the ground!

If you act so recklessly, you’ll be crushed under the weight.” “Let’s find out.” With his hands clasped behind his back, Braydon surged forward.

In an instant, his slender frame exuded a terrifying pressure, colliding directly with the pressure of the Path of Heaven.

A terrifying aura swept across the entire Path to Heaven, causing misery to everyone else.

His aura slammed into the ground, sending all the other cultivators flying.

“Forbidden technique, Thousand Feather Flying Immortal.” Braydon’s lips moved slightly.

Swoosh!

A thousand white figures, Lukyan Flerov’s technique, shimmered in the air before merging into Braydon’s body.

His power surged tenfold!

The overwhelming aura blasted back onto the Path of Heaven, not just clashing with the pressure but overpowering it entirely.

The cultivators below were stunned.

From a distance, Leron could only smile bitterly.

“The commander’s in.

How can outsiders compete?!” There was no way to fight for it.

No one could win.

The white-robed old man was dumbfounded.

“He’s just at the first level of the ancient immortal realm, yet he’s already comparable to the peak!

What kind of monstrous technique has he cultivated?!” Before the old man could process it, Braydon soared into the sky, reaching the end of the Path of Heaven.

It was a vast land floating in the air.

At its center stood an altar, surrounded by ancient arenas bearing black stains, as if once soaked in blood.

At the front stood a stone tablet, only three meters tall.

The writing on it was ancient, even unfamiliar to Braydon.

The white-robed old man appeared in a flash, his demeanor cold and authoritative, different from the old man guarding the Path of Heaven.  His voice was icy.

“Congratulations, Trial Tester No.

1, you’ve passed the Path of Heaven.” “What does the tablet say?” Braydon asked, knowing that a monument was often erected when someone passed away.

The previous owner of this place must have fallen.

The white-robed old man gazed at the inscription, a flicker of nostalgia crossing his face as he gently touched the letters and softly read, “The path is impermanent.

I am Gadin Jennings, owner of one of the eight universes of the ten thousand eras…” As the old man narrated the words on the stone tablet, Braydon finally understood who had left the inheritance here.

The name was Gadin Jennings.

In ten thousand eras, eight great universes had been born.

Not through the great path, but created by man.

Gadin Jennings was one of them.

Braydon knew that cultivators at their level could create worlds.

But to nurture a primordial small universe?

It required peak cultivation to evolve a starry sky.

To transform it into a universe required a transcendent being.

Yet to create a perfect universe, birthing thousands of races, and leaving behind the opportunity for transcendence…