The Strongest War God-Chapter 1894 - 30% Power

How could he die here?

Forced by Braydon Neal to unleash his full strength, the devilish youth fought until madness took over.

Ten thousand swords swept through the air as he abandoned his human form, transforming into his innate dragon body, swallowing the sun and moon to boost his combat strength.

His cultivation rose by an entire realm—true demon realm.

His power was now comparable to an ancient demon.

He unleashed everything he had—full strength, hidden trump cards.

The sword in his hand slashed through the air, clashing with the storm of swords.

"Kill them!" the demon youth shouted, charging forward with his sword.

"30% of my power is enough to kill you," Braydon smiled.

As soon as he spoke, a sword appeared in his hand—the Northern King Sword.

Through the years, Braydon had wielded more than one or two eon artifacts, but the Northern King was his chosen weapon in this life.

The sword remained sheathed as it tore through the sky, slashing across a hundred thousand miles.

Darkness consumed the heavens and earth.

The devilish youth was killed on the spot—body and soul destroyed.

An innate lifeform with boundless potential, gone just like that.

"Human!" A thunderous roar echoed from the forest.

"You’re of no use to me," Braydon muttered, glancing into the depths before turning around and vanishing.

He returned to the River of Time.

"With your strength, you’re invincible below the god supreme realm," said the black-robed guardian.

"There’s no rush. I’m 90,000 miles downstream. I’m here to cultivate my Dharma, not to rely on outside forces to hone my path."

Braydon’s purpose in the River of Time was to cultivate his Dharma power.

He had already forged a body capable of bearing 100,000 Dharma Idols.

Now, all that remained was to give time to the Dharma Idols.

Braydon decided to fuse 100,000 Dharma Idols at each major realm.

Even with this ambitious goal, the speed at which he condensed his dharma couldn’t keep pace with his breakthroughs.

Even with the aid of thousands of banished immortals, his progress remained slow.

Standing in the River of Time with his hands behind his back, a new Dharma Idol appeared in the Dharma Nation behind him—this time, it was the innate lifeform.

Braydon didn’t hesitate.

Down the river, he moved forward a thousand paces, each step spanning 3,000 years.

For the next 300,000 years, the river’s waves never ceased.

Some were even over five meters tall, splashing against his pants and creating ripples.

Each wave signified the presence of a genius, and Braydon would undoubtedly kill them all.

As the black-robed guardian had noted, Braydon’s combat strength was unrivaled below the god supreme realm.

And that was without risking his life.

Should he choose to use life-threatening forbidden techniques, even a god supreme realm expert wouldn’t stand a chance.

The speed at which the Dharma Idols condensed increased significantly when Braydon himself took action.

Following the River of Time, he traveled 333,000 years into the future.

Along the way, he encountered no geniuses, no monstrous threats that could challenge him.

A sense of disappointment settled over him.

Still, his pace did not falter.

This time, Braydon began to stride forward in large steps, moving through ten thousand years without pause.

The waves around him grew more intense—this was the River of Time, where countless worlds were born and destroyed, and all manner of creatures lived and died within its flow.

Each step represented ten thousand years for all living beings, including the countless genius creatures born in those epochs.

Wave after wave passed by until a towering, ten-meter wave appeared before him.

Braydon’s eyes gleamed as he saw a human girl floating inside it.

She had stunned the human race for ten thousand years with her peerless beauty.

She dominated her generation, unrivaled and unmatched.

This girl favored men’s clothing, her cold beauty striking fear into the hearts of her peers.

Beneath her feet, the bones of countless geniuses lay in defeat.

She was cultivating the immortal path.

Her cultivation level had already reached the ancient immortal realm, and she had slain eight immortal supremes.

In the River of Time, a ten-meter-high wave rose—this was the largest wave Braydon had seen so far.

However, as Braydon descended into the wave, a flicker of doubt crossed his eyes.

He looked at the sixteen-year-old girl before him and fell silent.

In the vast wilderness, the young girl stood still, staring in shock at the plain-clothed young man who had suddenly appeared.

"Father?" Her pretty eyes widened in disbelief.

"Brie?" Braydon could hardly believe it.

This was Eva Foreman and Braydon’s daughter—the little girl who had nearly died in the Spirit Sea.

Who could have imagined they would meet again, forty years later?

How could this be?

Braydon had never been a good father.

He had hardly paid attention to the growth of his children.

"You’re not my father!" Brie Neal’s eyes were filled with shock.

She had already seen what her father would be like forty years from now.

"I came to the future through the River of Time," Braydon explained. "In the River of Time, you stirred up a ten-meter wave. I was drawn here."

"Yes..." Brie fell silent.

She had become a true goddess in this era, yet she felt an unfamiliarity toward her father.

After all, she was an illegitimate daughter, and the number of times she had seen him could be counted on one hand.

Her older brother, Trevon Neal, had inherited their father’s ambition, and his cultivation talent was incredibly terrifying—he held the hope of chasing their father’s footsteps and transcending.

Then there was their second sister, Judith Neal.

Her talent was no less than their brother’s, but she never cared about cultivation.

Now, father and daughter had met in the future.

Braydon didn’t ask about her current cultivation environment or level.

Once he had seen the future, if he returned to the past and changed anything, the future would inevitably shift.

The less he knew, the better.

"Father, what are you looking for in the future?" Brie asked.

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Braydon didn’t say much about himself.

He looked at his daughter and smiled. "You chose to break the seal in this life, and you have your own martial path to follow. I can’t interfere. This is a path from one of my lifetimes—it should help you."

A bright light appeared at his fingertip and shot into Brie’s forehead.

It was a technique from Braydon’s first life.

He passed everything on to Brie, leaving her to choose her own path of cultivation in the future.

This was the future world, so Braydon didn’t linger.

Brie watched her father leave, her bright eyes gradually dimming.

Ever since they reunited, her father had never once mentioned her mother.

Perhaps to Braydon, Eva had just been a passing figure.

And Brie? Just another passerby on the long road of cultivation.

Braydon felt a ripple in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it and moved forward once more.

One step covered ten thousand years as he traveled along the river for thousands of miles.

A thousand miles seemed to stretch far enough for him to glimpse over a hundred million years into the future.

Fortunately, he had the black-robed guardian by his side.

Without that protection, Braydon would have surely been lost in the River of Time, facing great peril.

After all, many ferocious creatures lurked within the river.

Braydon endured hundreds of attacks from these great beasts, all deflected by his guardian.

He had even encountered several monstrous geniuses, battling them for countless years.

Though Braydon was never defeated, he hadn’t managed to conquer his opponents either.

Seven battles ended in draws—seven stalemates, no losses, and 9,862 victories.

In the end, Braydon chose to break through within the River of Time.

He shattered the shackles of the 13th level of the spirit body, merging 10,000 Dharma Idols into one and stepping into the immortal realm.