The Strongest War God

Chapter 1394: This Path, Burying the Heaven’s Favorites

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The man in the red armor narrowed his sharp gaze, his brow furrowing as he demanded, “Didn’t I instruct you not to disturb me without cause?”

Outside the wooden dwelling, someone had arrived silently, bearing news. “Lord Yarbro, the latest directive has been issued by the Cosmos Headquarters.”

Respectfully, the person presented a black stone, its surface etched with an information imprint and sealed securely.

Only Bidal Yarbro, in his crimson armor, possessed the authority to access its contents.

Attempting to force it open would trigger an automatic erasure of the information—a failsafe against unauthorized access.

With a gesture, Bidal indicated for the messenger to depart, his expression puzzled.

The arrival of an order from the headquarters hinted at significant developments.

He raised the stone, breaking its seal with a swift motion.

A holographic image materialized before him, prompting surprise to flicker across Bidal’s features.

This wasn’t a typical message; it lacked any written or spoken words, instead conveying its directive directly through a spiritual imprint—a measure of utmost security employed by the headquarters.

Gradually, the imprint transformed, taking on the likeness of a youth garbed in a black robe emblazoned with a sun motif—a striking contrast against the garment’s dark fabric.

It was the Lauritz Flame Robe.

Bidal’s complexion paled, his body instinctively dropping to a kneeling position as he bowed his head.

“Bidal Yarbro of the Milky Way Empire humbly greets Lord Hagan,” he uttered in a quavering voice.

The figure, manifested from a mere wisp of spiritual Qi, exuded an overwhelming presence, imposing an unparalleled pressure.

Cold sweat trickled down Bidal’s back as he remained prostrate, fully aware of Lauritz Hagan’s esteemed position within the headquarters.

As one of the core figures among the higher echelons of the human race in the starry sky, Lauritz commanded a status, power, and access to resources beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

“Do you have any information regarding Braydon Neal?” The inquiry, delivered by the black-robed figure named Lauritz Hagan, carried a weight that Bidal keenly felt.

“Yes,” Bidal affirmed. “The Moon Corona Genius, Braydon Neal, hails from Nurturing Ground No. 788. He has already attained Moon Corona Glory and—”

“He has passed the Solar Corona Level assessment,” interjected Lauritz, a faint hint of disappointment flickering across his countenance.

Seeking further insight, Lauritz looked to Bidal, expecting a more detailed account.

Yet, it appeared that Bidal’s knowledge was limited compared to the intelligence held by the headquarters.

“Solar Corona level?” Bidal echoed, his astonishment evident.

“Before your departure from the Milky Way Empire, the headquarters reached out to the Yin Yang Holy Master,” Lauritz elaborated. “Braydon Neal, though not the Holy Master’s disciple, has mastered the Yin-Yang Saint Technique without formal tutelage. In time, he may ascend to a position akin to the Yin Yang Holy Master himself.”

Lauritz’s tone carried a note of admiration, underscoring the significance of the Yin Yang Holy Master within the human race’s hierarchy.

It became evident that Braydon’s stature within the cosmos human race transcended that of a mere Moon Corona genius—his potential and internal stability hinted at capabilities surpassing even those of a Solar Corona level.

“Not long ago, the headquarters received a report from Nurturing Ground 788,” Lauritz continued, his voice steady and composed. “It appears that Braydon Neal is not cultivating the Yin-Yang Saint Technique, but rather the forbidden devil path.”

“What?” Bidal exclaimed, his shock palpable as he rose to his feet.

The notion of such a prodigy delving into the forbidden devil path was unfathomable.

Individuals who ventured down the forbidden devil path faced ruthless consequences—death without reprieve.

This decree had been issued by the headquarters millennia ago, with no exceptions.

Having mastered the Yin-Yang Saint Technique without guidance, why would Braydon choose to tread such a perilous path?

It defied logic and threatened to undermine his promising future, leaving Bidal baffled and perplexed.

“He has only recently begun delving into the forbidden devil path,” Lauritz stated solemnly, his tone carrying a weighty significance. “There is still an opportunity for him to reconsider his choices.”

Braydon’s exceptional potential had drawn the attention of the human race in the cosmos, with even the Yin Yang Holy Master taking a keen interest in the matter.

Orders had been issued to secure Braydon’s return alive, underscoring the importance attached to his fate.

Bidal comprehended the implications of the headquarters’ directive.

This was no ordinary mandate—it was a decree that tolerated no dissent.

Despite the urgency of the situation, the starship maintained its relentless pace, hurtling through space at an unyielding speed.

Yet, even with such velocity, it would still take over four years to reach the Spirit Sea.

Meanwhile, within the expansive expanse of the Spirit Sea, nestled within the towering confines of the Ivory Tower, Braydon, his aura suffused with a surging tide of demonic power, pressed onward into the twelfth stage.

Guarding the twelfth stage was a resplendent moon, its ethereal glow casting an otherworldly illumination upon the surroundings.

With a diameter spanning more than ten miles, the moon hung aloft like a colossal disk, its radiance casting an icy sheen across the landscape.

The atmosphere felt frozen, blanketed by an intense chill that seemed to permeate every corner.

“It’s been many years since anyone has ventured here. What’s your name?” A soft, ethereal voice drifted through the air.

Without hesitation, Braydon swiftly dodged the question and launched into an attack.

He hadn’t come here for idle conversation; his purpose was to confront the trial head-on.

The girl within the moon appeared taken aback.

“What’s gotten into you?” she queried incredulously.

Before she could continue, her voice seemed to penetrate through layers of resistance, reaching Braydon’s spiritual core with an unwavering force, jolting his awareness back to clarity.

His mental fog lifted, dispelling the haze that had clouded his judgment.

The relentless focus on the Myriad Path Diagram had left him on the brink of losing himself.

The bright moon’s intervention served as a much-needed wake-up call, restoring Braydon’s mental acuity.

Although the aura of demonic energy still lingered around him and the Myriad Path Diagram loomed behind, amplifying his combat strength, he was now firmly in control.

A cold sweat broke out on Braydon’s brow as he realized the perilous brink he had teetered upon.

The allure of the Myriad Path Diagram’s endless transformations was a seductive trap, capable of ensnaring even the most resolute mind.

Grateful for the bright moon’s intervention, Braydon mustered a nod of acknowledgment.

“Thank you,” he murmured, meeting her gaze with newfound clarity.

But the bright moon’s next question cut through the air like a blade. “Do you cultivate the forbidden devil path?”

The bright moon’s curiosity was piqued as she observed Braydon.

The expansive barrier of the bright moon, stretching ten miles in diameter, cracked open effortlessly, revealing thousands of smooth surfaces.

A slender figure emerged, adorned in a delicate white dress, her bare feet gracefully hovering in the sky.

Her beauty was ethereal, untouched by mortal hands, as though she had descended from the realms above.

Her perfect features, framed by a thin veil, exuded an otherworldly charm that captivated all who beheld her.

With a voice as gentle as a breeze, she addressed Braydon, her clear eyes fixated on him as her lips parted slightly.

“Cultivating the forbidden devil path is a grave offense,” she intoned. “There is no turning back from such a decision.”

Braydon’s eyes, once clouded by darkness, regained their clarity as he absorbed her words.

The path he had chosen was irreversible, bound by the legacy of the ancient martial arts banished immortal.

To stray from it would be to forfeit his own essence.

“I am Moon Shadow. What is your name?” The girl’s voice was soft, a gentle melody amidst the stillness of the sky.

“Braydon Neal,” he replied, his gaze steady. Despite facing the twelfth stage, he showed no urgency to progress further.

“In the distant past, among the human race of the cosmos, the path you now tread was not branded as the forbidden devil path,” Moon Shadow explained, her tone carrying a hint of nostalgia. “Instead, it was revered by many as an extreme path, respected by even the most formidable experts.”

Braydon, with his keen intellect, pieced together the narrative. “So, as time passed and fewer walked this path, it earned the ominous title of the forbidden devil path?”