The Strongest War God

Chapter 1973: The True Intent of the Small Sword Chapter 1973: The True Intent of the Small Sword Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation His body split into ten thousand figures, drifting through the river of time.

Until today.

He had already condensed 70,000 Dharma Idols, merging them with his body.

Braydon Neal entered seclusion.  After careful consideration, he made a decision: to call back all the banished immortals.

70,000 Dharma Idols had been condensed.

As for the remaining 30,000, it was time to make another choice.

Braydon’s physical body sat cross-legged in the northern hall.  He sent out a wisp of his consciousness, entering his small world.  He transformed into a white-robed youth, gazing at the River of Time.  With his hands behind his back, he shouted, “Wake up!” A long howl echoed, transforming into a rumbling sound wave that reverberated through the entire River of Time.

The majestic river stirred, with waves towering a hundred meters high.  A white-robed figure appeared in the river, standing on both banks, moving against the flow, his hands behind his back.

A banished immortal of the past.

He had returned!

And he had returned at his peak strength.

He unleashed a terrifying aura, and behind him, the Taiji Yin-Yang Diagram appeared.

“Long time no see!” he said, smiling.

“You’ve worked hard!” Braydon returned the smile.

The banished immortal had suffered deeply in the River of Time, fighting against the great evils of history.

A genius who had slain countless throughout the ages.

He had undoubtedly endured immense hardship.

As they conversed, waves in the river surged thousands of feet high.  Another figure appeared—the green-robed banished immortal.  His overwhelming might pressured the river for thousands of miles.

Even transcendents paled in comparison.

The green lotus banished immortal had returned!

This innate path body of his, attuned to time and space, had succeeded.  He had battled his way three thousand miles against the current, returning in an awe-inspiring manner.

On this day, the River of Time churned violently, alarming the various guardians.

Even the controller, Heather Sage, descended from the starry sky.

“Have you mastered your cultivation technique?” she asked with a frown.

“Not quite there yet,” Braydon replied.

He had other plans.

Now that he had summoned the 10,000 banished immortals, there was something crucial to be done.

Together, they would unravel the mysteries of the small black sword.

The ruins of the Heavenly Court were far too dangerous; Braydon couldn’t remain there indefinitely.  He intended to resolve the matter quickly.

There was something else.

Braydon’s Dharma Idols sought to gather the paths of all the universe’s geniuses and make them his own.

But how could geniuses born within a single universe over countless years compare to those born beyond it?

Once, there were eight great cosmoses.

The beings that transcended from them had been extraordinary geniuses—rare talents in their own right.

To transcend was already proof of one’s greatness.  In their youth, these geniuses could have easily dominated their peers.

The top batch of transcendents who had settled in the eight great cosmoses were the peak, embodying the very essence of those worlds.

Their path was the ultimate template.

The remnants of the Heavenly Court were the perfect place to cultivate 100,00 Dharma Idols.

This was Braydon’s plan.

In a single night, Braydon summoned thousands of banished immortals.

When the primordial chaos banished immortal returned, he even fought a Time Guardian.  He was not at a disadvantage; within a hundred moves, he killed his opponent.

The banished immortals had already achieved great success!

Transcendence was within reach.

Only the main body lagged behind.

With a thought, Braydon shared the mark of his small black sword with all the banished immortals.

In that dark universe, ten thousand figures appeared.

The banished immortals sat cross-legged in the small world, his consciousness entering the dark universe to observe the sword that had split heaven and earth.

In the northern hall of the Heavenly Court ruins, Hamish Moore’s remnant soul gazed at Braydon with his hands behind his back, sighing.

“It will take me 60,000 years to fully comprehend this sword technique.

I wonder how long it will take you.” As they spoke, Braydon suddenly opened his eyes.  Outside the window, the night had passed, and the dust storm had dispersed.

Standing on the seventh floor of the hall, Braydon gazed at the starry sky.

He raised his hand and pointed.

Grass and trees transformed into swords.

The swords, like streaks of light, cut through the dark void.

“What?” “You…” Hamish was astonished.

Witnessing the sword, he exclaimed, “This sword carries a portion of true intent.

You grasped this in just one night?” He had comprehended a portion of true intent in a single night.

A terrifying display of talent and understanding.

Hamish had spent 60,000 years of tireless effort to comprehend this sword.

And yet, Braydon had grasped it in just one night.

“You’re incredible!” Hamish’s gaze turned serious as he bowed slightly.

“You’re ten thousand times more impressive than me!” “You’re too kind.

It was just a trick,” Braydon smiled.

Hamish didn’t press further, knowing that this was Braydon’s secret.

But he could see the hope for resurrection.

Over the following years, Braydon nurtured Hamish’s hope.

Hamish’s remnant soul guarded him.

Each night, a sandstorm would sweep through.  Black-haired creatures would roar outside the northern hall, as though they sought to invade.

Once, Hamish became enraged, using his formidable swordsmanship to plow the ground for 3,000 miles, injuring the black-haired creatures—a warning to anyone who dared disturb this place again.

“I must kill it!” However, that attack nearly caused the small black sword to explode, risking Hamish’s body in the process.

Braydon secluded himself for a month.

He had comprehended two portions of the true intent of the small sword.

Hamish marveled at Braydon’s terrifying comprehension ability.

Braydon continued his seclusion.

In six months, he had grasped 30% of the true intent.

In two years, he had comprehended 40%.

And in five years, he had mastered more than half of the true intent.

With his current cultivation, Braydon had comprehended half of the small sword’s true meaning.  With a first-level ancient immortal cultivation, he could slay a new peak-level opponent with a mere flick of his fingers.

Within three strikes, even a veteran peak-level foe would fall!

His rise in combat power was nothing short of terrifying.

Hamish’s remnant soul watched, his hope growing brighter and brighter.

“Fellow friend, take a break.

You’ve been in seclusion for too long, studying that sword move day and night.

If you keep at it, it will leave an invincible shadow in your heart, which could harm your future cultivation.” This was true.

But what Hamish meant was…

Braydon’s future would likely surpass even the tenth level.

His achievements would surely outshine his own.

Braydon had already comprehended more than half of the small sword’s true intent.  He looked at Hamish and softly asked, “What kind of creature destroyed the Heavenly Court back then?” “I don’t know…” Hamish’s remnant soul smiled bitterly.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to say—he genuinely didn’t know.

Before they died, they had received Gadin Jennings’s warning: a great calamity was coming, and they should prepare.

Braydon frowned.

The Heavenly Court had once housed beings beyond level ten.

Hundreds of thousands of transcendents.

Yet, it was utterly destroyed.

The creature responsible was unimaginably terrifying.

As they conversed, Braydon took out two jars of liquor, tossing one to Hamish.

For an entire day, Hamish shared stories of the Heavenly Court, details not recorded in the jade slip.

Braydon, in turn, recounted tales of his first life.

“Braydon,” Hamish began, frowning as he looked up at the starry sky, his expression serious.

“I suspect the environment outside is not right.

Be careful.” “Hmm?” Braydon looked at him.

Hamish’s brow furrowed as he gazed upward.

“There are some things I can’t tell you.

If I do, we won’t survive.

But the environment back then… it’s not the same as what you’re dealing with now.”