The Strongest War God

Chapter 2043: Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain Chapter 2043: Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation His body seemed to have reached the peak of sublimation, and his aura resembled a dragon soaring through the skies.

Clad in a white robe, his hands folded behind his back, he exuded a breathtaking presence.

The ten thousand banished immortals seated cross-legged on the ground rose to their feet, their gazes fixed on the original body that had achieved a breakthrough.

“It’s not good for you to stay here any longer.

Go out and see the world.” At last, Braydon Neal allowed the ten thousand banished immortals to leave.

Beyond the universe, transcendents roamed in every direction.

The banished immortals would undoubtedly grow quickly in such an environment.

“When you reach the tenth level in the future, we’ll return together,” the primordial chaos banished immortal said with a nod.

“Reaching the tenth level takes time.” Braydon raised his gaze to the sky, hands still behind his back.

Level ten was still far off, requiring patient accumulation.

Yet, that day didn’t feel unreachable.

The moment Braydon left the small world, he arrived at the grand hall outside.

At the same time, ten thousand streams of light shot out from his body.

Everett Neal, looking like a child, was startled, his eyes wide.

“Why are you doing this?

The path origin is leaking out!” “An aura that shares the same origin as yours—clones, perhaps?” Shock flashed across Kreig Jordahl’s face.

None of them had expected Braydon’s ambitions to be so vast.

One breath to create ten thousand.

His true body would undoubtedly be weakened to an extreme degree.

And yet, it was terrifying.

When would he choose to merge the clones?

If he did, the result would be unimaginably powerful.

At that moment, a thunderous voice rang out.

“What evil is this!

How dare you stir up trouble in my Lotus Feather Pavilion!” Boom!

Scipio Langdon moved to suppress the ten thousand banished immortals.

“Pavilion Master, please wait,” Braydon intervened quickly.

“Hmm?” Scipio immediately sealed the space, his sharp eyes scanning the ten thousand masked banished immortals.

But even their masks couldn’t hide the truth—each of them bore Braydon’s exact appearance.

“A split-origin body?” Scipio asked, astonished.

“Yes,” Braydon admitted.

Scipio’s surprise deepened.

“How can there be so many?” “Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art!” From the side, Rusty Neal remarked casually, munching on fruit.

Scipio had already pieced it together.

There was no other technique in existence capable of achieving such monstrous results.

Even so, one question lingered—what was Braydon’s connection to the Empress?

Why did he have access to her cultivation method?

The Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art was rumored to be known only to the Empress herself.

“Colette and I have a karmic bond,” Braydon said softly.

“Did you…

sleep with the Empress?” Rusty’s eyelids twitched at the audacious guess, leaving Scipio visibly shaken.

Despite being a tenth level combatant, Scipio dared not show any disrespect toward the Empress, the most extraordinary figure in human history.

Her brilliance surpassed all comparison.

The Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art, a testament to her genius, was coveted by even level ten existences.

Yet no one dared try to take it from her.

Rumor had it that she resided in the Nine Illusion Sea and had not been seen in years.

That Braydon had any connection to her was staggering.

If he had such a backer, no power would dare make a move against him.

“Wait!” Scipio interjected suddenly.

“That doesn’t add up.

According to the rumors, someone did have a karmic relationship with the Empress, but that person died long ago!” “Perhaps.” Braydon smiled enigmatically.

Some truths didn’t need to be spoken aloud.

Scipio’s gaze sharpened.

“Braydon, are you… a reincarnator?” “You could say that,” Braydon replied without denying it.

Scipio wanted to probe further, but Braydon turned his attention to the banished immortals instead.

“Scatter!” At his command, the ten thousand banished immortals dispersed, masks still on, vanishing in different directions.

Scipio sighed as he watched.

“Cultivating the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art internally while exploring the paths externally…

When you enter the transcendent realm and your incarnations return, you’ll truly lead the younger generation.” “But he won’t merge with the tribulation bodies of ten thousand supremes upon reaching the transcendent realm,” Kreig noted.

Rusty and Everett understood as well.

If Braydon intended to merge, he wouldn’t have let the banished immortals leave.

And someone who cultivated the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art surely had ambitions far greater than this.

Even the Great Empress, the art’s creator, had yet to fuse all her tribulation bodies.

She had reached the tenth level but still refrained from uniting them.

How far did she plan to go before merging?

And if she did, how terrifying would it be?

The path Braydon was walking seemed no less ambitious.

Everyone understood this: Braydon was ahead of his time.

When he reached the tenth level, the mysterious teacher who had guided him would reveal himself, leading Braydon to an even vaster world.

That teacher was said to be capable of suppressing all of existence, capable of killing level eleven beings with ease.

Clearly, Braydon was being trained by a giant among giants.

The ten thousand banished immortals disappeared without a trace, and Scipio spoke again.

“There’s something I forgot to mention.

The old dragon of the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain is nearing the end of his life.

During the half-year you were in seclusion, strange occurrences have been reported there.” “Do you plan to go?” Braydon asked.

Scipio nodded.

“All disciples of the Lotus Feather Pavilion will head there.

The old dragon’s passing will reveal the tenth level great path, a rare boon for ninth level practitioners.

Furthermore, the transcendent great path will transform into rain, blessing all who are present.” “Understood.” Scipio hoped Braydon would accompany them.  If Braydon stayed behind, an attack on the pavilion could put him at risk.

Elder Juntenen was eager to join as well.

The Lotus Feather Pavilion would descend on the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain as a formidable force, hoping to glean insights into the tenth level path.

Preparations complete, everyone gathered at the mountain gate.

Pavilion Master Lynwood Strouse raised his hand, summoning a long sword.

“Everyone, step aboard.

Braydon, stay close to me.” “Yes, sir!” Cleofas Berardi and the other disciples obediently followed the command.

In the presence of their pavilion master, no one dared step out of line.