The Strongest War God

Chapter 1175: The Long Road of Cultivation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The wilderness teemed with danger, and they had to steer clear of sixth-level and higher spirit beasts.

At this pace, it would take Braydon Neal and the little fool at least a year to reach the ancient city.

Yet, this journey served as a unique form of cultivation—a rigorous and demanding training.

Although there were no direct competitions with peers, Braydon’s adversaries were the spirit beasts lurking in the wilderness.

Each encounter was an opportunity to refine his skills.

As night descended upon the wilderness, Braydon and Luke excavated a cave on a small hill, sealing its entrance.

The wind picked up with the onset of night, and the spirits of various spirit beasts came alive in the darkness.

Many of these creatures preferred to hunt under the cover of night to sate their hunger.

Braydon assumed a cross-legged posture, closing his eyes to engage in cultivation.

The little fool, however, opted not to cultivate.

Instead, he kindled a bonfire, using a wooden stick to roast a succulent piece of meat dripping with oil.

Unquestionably, it was snake meat that he had obtained earlier.

He spread the snakeskin across the cave floor, creating a comfortable bed. Leaning back on it, he crossed his legs and enjoyed the roasted meat in large, hearty bites—a solitary feast.

Braydon opened his eyes, casting a glance at his younger brother.

“Oh!”

Despite Luke Yates’ aversion to cultivation, he was now within Braydon’s watchful gaze, unable to slack off.

Braydon also discerned that the little fool approached cultivation differently from others.

Sitting cross-legged, unwavering like a mountain, Braydon focused on his cultivation.

In contrast, the little fool scratched his ears and cheeks, looked around, and occasionally let out a fart.

“Close your eyes and meditate. Didn’t I teach you that when you were young?” Braydon suggested calmly.

“Brother, I haven’t eaten my fill yet. I can’t settle down,” Luke replied honestly.

Braydon was left speechless. “That piece of snake meat weighed at least five pounds. You ate it all. Are you still not full?”

“No!”

The little fool replied honestly that he was not yet satiated.

Maintaining his composure, Braydon rose and left the cave.

“Brother, where are you going?” Luke inquired anxiously.

“Stay here obediently!”

In a flash, Braydon departed.

An hour later, he returned holding a massive deer leg, likely weighing over a hundred pounds.

He also tossed over a beast core the size of an egg—a fifth-level spirit beast’s core.

“Cultivate when you’re full.”

Braydon had ventured out to hunt for food for Luke.

The night in the wilderness was exceptionally perilous.

Compared to the daytime, the dangers increased tenfold at night.

Even the aborigines of the ruins avoided venturing out during the night due to its extreme peril.

The little fool inspected a hole in Braydon’s left shoulder where his clothes were torn, marked by traces of blood.

“Brother, are you injured?” he inquired.

“The wilderness at night is indeed more perilous than during the day,” Braydon remarked indifferently.

Seating himself cross-legged on the ground, he once again immersed himself in cultivation, without disclosing the encounters with the spirit beasts outside.

For a spirit beast to wound Braydon, it had to be at least of the fifth level, possibly even the sixth level.

The little fool obediently remained by Braydon’s side, refraining from causing a commotion.

He roasted a portion of the deer leg, ate some for himself, and left a share for Braydon.

Turning around, he lay on the ground, resting his head on his brother’s leg, closing his eyes, and drifting into slumber.

The night was serene.

Braydon gathered a strand of purple Qi, drawing it into his mouth.

It transformed into a vast expanse of vitality stretching a thousand miles, absorbed by the red lotus above his head.

Meanwhile, the little fool remained in a deep slumber, enveloped in a faint golden light.

As for the little fool, his vitality flourished on its own.

The three emperor seeds within him emitted a steady, weak force, nurturing his body and augmenting his vitality.

The rate at which his vitality increased rivaled Braydon’s.

At this pace…

In perhaps three to five years, the little fool might ascend to the supreme pinnacle realm.

After all, he was born with great luck.

No one could begrudge him.

He had inherited the legacies of three formidable figures.

Braydon rose without waking the little fool.

Upon reaching the cave entrance, he noticed dense beast footprints outside, each as large as the little fool’s head.

Last night, a formidable spirit beast had roamed the vicinity, likely catching a whiff of Braydon’s scent.

They couldn’t linger here!

Braydon’s expression turned grave. Turning back, he said, “Luke, wake up. We need to move!”

“Alright!”

Luke rubbed his drowsy eyes, took the deer leg he had roasted the previous night, and joined the journey.

As for the snakeskin on the ground, the little fool left it behind, seemingly considering it too bothersome to carry.

Braydon and Luke resumed their southward trek.

Throughout the journey, they stuck close to each other.

Whenever they encountered spirit beasts of the sixth level and above, they maintained a considerable distance.

Spirit beasts below the sixth level were slaughtered by Braydon.

Luke already had hundreds of beast cores on him.

After forty days, they had covered 2,300 miles but were still a substantial distance from the ancient city.

In a desolate region, the vegetation wilted, turning the landscape into a realm of death.

Not a hint of life lingered within a thousand miles.

Emerging from the wilderness, a pair of beleaguered brothers crawled out of the jungle.

The first young man, despite his tattered clothes, exuded a calm demeanor. His sleeves were torn, revealing his arms.

Meanwhile, the companion trailing behind him was caked in dirt—his disheveled hair resembling a bird’s nest, his face smudged with black ash, and a faint stench emanating from him.

These two figures were Braydon and the little fool.

The wilderness was rife with danger!

Over the past forty days, the duo had weathered numerous battles—over a hundred to be precise—against formidable spirit beasts.

Their adversaries were powerful.

On some occasions, they rested in caves at night, only to be discovered by spirit beasts, leading to chases by more than ten sixth-level spirit beasts. Braydon had to employ the eight pinnacle techniques and sustained severe injuries. Yet, they persevered and fought their way out.

Practically every day held a perilous encounter in the wild.

As a result, their clothing had long been shredded!

Typically, the brothers would forage for spirit herbs and fruits to stave off hunger.

However, they dared not start fires to roast meat.

Fifteen days ago, they had been hunted by an eighth-level spirit beast.

A close call that nearly cost Braydon his life!

The three ancestors within the little fool did not intervene.

It seemed they had left it to the little fool and Braydon to handle spirit beasts below the ninth level.

An eighth-level spirit beast could overpower a peak supreme pinnacle.

How could Braydon and Luke stand a chance?

Without external assistance, victory seemed implausible.

Braydon had been able to defeat a supreme pinnacle in the Alpha Empire by absorbing the power of the Alpha Empire’s national fate, essentially making him a quasi-emperor.

However, this was the Ruins World.

Braydon’s cultivation was only at the pinnacle realm.

Luke scratched his head, surveying the landscape ahead. With a mischievous grin, he asked, “Brother, something seems off up ahead. Why are the plants withered?”