The Strongest War God

Chapter 1322: Green Lotus Great Success

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Braydon Neal was ready to take a risk!

He wanted to absorb the fate of a hundred nations into his being!

Success today could reverse the tide of decline and aid in future construction!

Should he succeed, his name would echo through the ages.

Failure, however, would shatter his very soul.

A heavy silence fell upon the gathering.

“Father,” Braydon spoke with a smile, “Hansworth’s legacy spans millennia. We cannot allow it to falter under our watch.”

Louis Neal lapsed into silence.

He understood that the figure clad in white was not just the heir of the Neal family, but also the bearer of the Great Hansworth Seal.

The weight of hope rested squarely on his shoulders.

For the next three days, Braydon remained at home, dedicating his time to his wife and children.

Three days later, Braydon departed alone, without a single companion.

He journeyed to the Delta Empire, leaving his homeland behind.

The gates of the Delta Empire’s capital stood wide open, eagerly welcoming King Braydon.

Country Ruler Ian Fick and the Delta Empire’s second-in-command, Jaziel Sherman, personally greeted him, accompanied by numerous high-ranking officials.

The appearance of the white-robed youth signified something significant.

As Braydon traversed the vast expanse of land, his hands clasped behind his back, he spoke slowly, “The enmity between the Delta Empire and Hansworth spans a century. Today, I have come to seek resolution and put an end to this animosity.”

“What is the Northern King’s intention?”

Jaziel’s feigned astonishment was quite convincing.

“Ten thousand miles of national fate!” Braydon grinned.

“What?”

“Braydon, how dare you!”

“You dare to steal my country’s fate? The entire Delta Empire will fight you to the death!”

Instantly, shock and fury rippled through the crowd. No one was willing to accept such a brazen act.

Ian remained silent, the only one refraining from speaking out.

“Haha!” Braydon’s laughter boomed like thunder. “Today, the Delta Empire must yield its national fate to me.”

As he spoke, two hundred-meter-long imperial paths materialized behind Braydon, one representing a banished immortal skilled in martial arts and the other an ancient martial arts banished immortal.

The 3,000 imperial paths manifested behind the ancient martial arts banished immortal.

With a mere wave of his hand, the martial arts banished immortal could command 30,000 techniques from across the world.

If Braydon wished, he could reduce the capital of the Delta Empire to rubble within fifteen minutes! n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

“Welcome the Northern King to the capital!” Ian’s voice broke the tense silence, his tone subdued.

“Country Ruler!”

The assembly was stunned.

Was Ian truly surrendering the fate of the country to Braydon?

With Ian’s proclamation, the crowd parted, allowing Braydon and Ian to engage in a private conversation that lasted a full hour.

An hour later, Ian escorted Braydon to the core area of the Delta Empire.

At an altar, Ian personally facilitated the transfer of the Delta Empire’s fate to Braydon.

What kind of arrangement had the two come to?

No one knew.

Ian’s concession was indeed shocking.

How could they agree to such a proposition?

It seemed inconceivable that the fate of their country would be entrusted to outsiders.

Outside, Ian observed silently as Braydon assumed the mantle of carrying the country’s fate.

“Country Ruler, are you…” Jaziel began, furrowing his brows.

“Starting today, select 100,000 individuals and send them to Hansworth,” Ian stated calmly.

These 100,000 spots were the price exchanged for the country’s fate.

Braydon and Ian’s clandestine meeting had been crucial, related to the might of the 3,000 ruins.

The ruins’ power inspired despair; if the deadline passed and the aborigines invaded, it would spell calamity for all.

Braydon had informed Ian that the Northern Army had established a safe zone within the 16th ruin.

The Donta Imperial Dynasty and Oracle Palace in the 16th ruin lay in ruins, while the Northern Army fought against the nine royal dynasties within.

Amidst the ruins, the Northern Army had secured a portion of the land, creating an oasis of safety.

Ian understood the implications.

Hence, Braydon offered him 100,000 slots, contingent upon the transfer of the Delta Empire’s fate.

Ian, too, grasped that refusal would likely result in Braydon taking it by force.

Under the gaze of onlookers, Braydon stood tall in the sky.

This time, he bore not just the fate of the country but also the mantle of an ancient martial arts banished immortal, asserting his presence boldly in the human realm.

Within his being resided the fate of the Delta Empire.

The vast fate of the country transformed into a formidable calamity, yet the ancient martial arts banished immortal remained undaunted.

For an entire day, fate flowed like a mighty river, all of it converging upon the ancient martial arts banished immortal.

The country’s fate, though unable to augment his strength, facilitated the expansion of his spiritual aperture, the clarity of his mind, and the enhancement of his martial prowess.

Braydon assumed a meditative posture, seated cross-legged upon the altar, resembling a serene figure lost in deep contemplation.

The ancient martial arts banished immortal, having absorbed the empire’s fate, ascended into the sky, hands clasped behind his back, departing without a word.

Without delay, the ancient martial arts banished immortal then traversed to the Zeta Empire, bypassing any pleasantries and seizing the fate by sheer force.

Meanwhile, Braydon’s physical form remained stationed in the Delta Empire, meditating calmly.

Something was amiss with Braydon; the ancient martial arts banished immortal acted autonomously, guided solely by its own consciousness.

With Braydon immersed in meditation, none dared disturb his solitude.

Meanwhile, Ian issued strict orders, “Mobilize millions of elite troops to converge within a hundred-mile radius. Any avian or animal intruders were to be mercilessly eliminated.”

Angrily, the officials of the Delta Empire questioned Ian, “Country Ruler, he took our country’s fate. Why are you protecting him?”

Ian, however, remained resolute, emphasizing the necessity of their submission.

“If Braydon succeeds in his endeavor to suppress the 3,000 ruins, him claiming the country’s fate is not worth mentioning. It is a more favorable outcome than facing the savagery of the aborigine onslaught.”

Though his words perplexed many, Ian understood the gravity of the situation.

Braydon continued his meditative vigil atop the platform, a crimson lotus blossom blooming within his being, signifying the unfolding of profound events yet to come.

The lotus exuded a pristine clarity, a manifestation of the forbidden technique of the Green Lotus God.

The three red lotuses, known for nurturing connate beings, piqued everyone’s curiosity.

What did Braydon intend to cultivate with the first red lotus?

This question lingered in their minds, yet only Braydon understood that nurturing external entities paled in comparison to harnessing his own inner strength.

His forte lay not in the path of swords, nor in the path of sabers; rather, Braydon’s greatest strength resided within himself.

Then, as the red lotus transitioned into a vibrant green hue, a signal of success emerged.

The red lotus attained perfection, transforming into a resplendent green lotus.

But what would the green lotus bring forth?

As the green lotus blossomed, emitting a dazzling emerald glow that pierced the sky, the surrounding flora within a hundred meters withered, their life force drawn toward Braydon in a swirling vortex of verdant vitality.

Cross-legged and unwavering, Braydon sat before the chest-level green lotus, its crystalline form absorbing the essence of plants and vegetation, nurturing a faint shadow within its depths—a mysterious entity in the making.

As the world outside continued its cyclical dance of sun and moon, time flowed unheeded, yet Braydon remained steadfast upon the lofty platform, a solitary figure in quiet communion with his martial arts path, a steadfast companion amidst the passage of time.

In truth, for martial artists, the arduous path of cultivation often led to a profound sense of solitude.

Even the most powerful experts, capable of extending their lives for centuries, would frequently enter seclusion for decades on end.

Meanwhile, their loved ones would age and pass away, leaving them to confront the unyielding march of time alone, their only companion being the relentless pursuit of martial prowess.

In the eyes of many venerable elders, Braydon remained but a mere speck in the grand tapestry of existence.

Braydon, still in his twenties, appeared as a mere novice compared to those who had weathered the passage of countless years.

Yet, at the zenith of his youth, Braydon possessed strength nearing that of a divine-level figure.

It was evident that his potential far exceeded that of the Seventh Sovereign Lord.

With each passing day, he moved closer toward a destiny that promised to eclipse even the most illustrious of predecessors.

Over the span of a month, the ancient martial arts banished immortal traversed the ten great empires, seizing the fate of each nation in turn.