The Strongest War God-Chapter 1863: An Old Friend

The tree stood a hundred thousand feet tall, with its tree crown reaching a height of a hundred feet.

The most precious part of it was the centurion crown on its head—the Hundred Generation Immortal Spirit Fruit!

Consuming this fruit would transform a mortal, allowing them to shed their old body and attain immortality, reaching the great fulfillment of the immortal supreme level within ten thousand years.

For an immortal, it would elevate them to the immortal king realm within a year.

Such a treasure was exceptionally rare, even in the immortal realm.

Braydon Neal had come specifically for this item.

The Hundred Generation Fruit could significantly boost one’s cultivation.

"In this life, I’ll give you a chance to transcend. What do you say?" Braydon asked with a faint smile.

"Really?" The old tree sounded excited.

"Why would I lie to you?" Braydon responded with a reassuring smile.

"Deal!" The old tree agreed immediately, shaking its trunk decisively.

The white immortal spirit fruits fell from the hundreds of tree crowns.

The fruit couldn’t touch the ground; it melted as soon as it did!

Braydon raised his hand and caught all the Hundred Generation Fruits.

They were supposed to be a million in total, divided into a hundred generations with ten thousand per generation.

However, seven of the most precious Hundred Generation Fruits were missing, likely given away to someone else.

After gathering the fruits, Braydon nodded. "In the future, when I transcend, you’ll definitely sense it. Come and find me then."

"Alright!" The old tree agreed.

It then gently stroked the snow Qilin’s head and said, "I heard you praise this snow kid. Do you want to bring him with you? He has the combat strength of a peak immortal and should be quite useful to you now!"

"He’s a good seedling!" Braydon accepted without hesitation.

"Little Snow, acknowledge him as your master!" the old tree instructed directly.

"I..." The snow Qilin was left unsure.

Originally, he was untamed.

However, with Braydon being the reincarnation of Lukyan Flerov—a revered figure among immortals, a legendary ancestor—it was a different story.

Even though he was at the peak of the immortal path, the snow Qilin felt like an ant in the presence of such a towering figure.

Becoming his mount?

It wasn’t out of the question!

Braydon looked at the snow Qilin and said calmly, "I’ve already cut off your chance of transcending here. You’re bound to the ancient realm and will never transcend. But follow me, and I’ll help you achieve transcendence in the future!"

"I’m willing to follow you!" The snow Qilin lowered its head, acknowledging its new master.

It was a peak immortal path creature, a good find for Braydon.

"This trip was indeed fruitful," Braydon remarked.

"Old Tree, we’ll meet again if fate allows!" Braydon said as he prepared to leave.

"Take care!" replied the old tree.

Braydon, along with the three companions and the Qilin, soared into the air and departed.

Before heading to their next destination, Braydon returned to the burial ground.

Millions of god wolves lay on the ground, protecting their masters.

"Let’s go!" Braydon decided.

He opened the entrance to his small world and announced, "All god path cultivators, come in!"

Inside his small world was a Sea of Gods, fragments of the Ten Thousand God Stone, the Source of Divine Concentration, and a ninety-nine-story god tower.

It was the perfect environment for god path cultivators.

Instead of letting the god wolves waste time outside, he wanted them to enhance their strength within this space.

Cole Colbie and his group had also entered the deep sea, as they were also god path practitioners.

Braydon waved his hand and brought out all the Hundred Generation Fruits.

"If you consume any fruit from the tenth generation or below, you can enter the immortal realm within a year. The longer you consume it, the stronger the effect. There aren’t many fruits, so distribute them according to the order of the army. I’ll find other ways to boost your cultivation."

After leaving his instructions, Braydon departed.

Meanwhile, 3,000 imperial guards appeared, as the Northern Army sons had entered the Sea of Gods of the small world to cultivate.

The imperial guards were now in charge of overseeing and distributing the resources.

Convincing the masses was the easiest part!

The Hundred Generation Fruit and the Ninety-Ninth Generation Fruit were the most potent.

Consuming them would enable someone to reach the great fulfillment of the immortal supreme realm within a year.

Braydon directed the 3,000 imperial guards to take them.

Given the rapid cultivation speed of the imperial guards, they had nearly reached the spirit body realm.

It was time for them to choose their path.

The Hundred Generation Fruit was the ideal choice for them.

In terms of rank, the 3,000 imperial guards were enough to fill the positions of regimental commanders.

They were willing to step back and serve as the personal guards of the commander.

Even so, only the lieutenant commanders weren’t intimidated by the Northern Army imperial guards.

The rest had to show respect to them, as the rule in the Northern Army was that wherever the commander went, the Northern Army imperial guards were present.

The 3,000 guards represented the commander—who would dare to be disrespectful?

Such a violation would be considered a grave offense!

One million immortal spirit fruits were distributed among the ten legions by the 3,000 guards, along with immortal blood essence.

The cultivation of the Northern Army disciples advanced rapidly.

Braydon crossed the Hundred Generation Mountain Range and headed directly to his next destination—the place with the strongest spirituality in the immortal realm: the Immortal King Pond.

From a distance, a towering mountain reached straight into the sky.

The peak of the mountain resembled a massive funnel, forming a vast pool of water that stretched for thousands of miles, surrounded by immortal mist—a rare and treasured land.

In the past, an old female friend of Lukyan had lived here in seclusion.

Because of that, when Lukyan had destroyed the immortal realm, he spared this place, knowing that his old friend had protected many immortal beings here.

He had chosen to leave it untouched.

Time had passed, and today was the day to revisit this old place.

Braydon wondered if his old friend was still around.

He rode the snow Qilin like a young master from a prestigious family and stopped at the foot of Immortal King Mountain.

Lester said angrily, "You’re not a good person. Why be so polite? Since you are here, you can just kill your way in."

"There are transcendents here!" the black-robed Lord McAvoy said calmly.

Lester was startled. "Transcendent?" he asked.

"Almost," Braydon replied with a faint smile.

The black-robed Lord McAvoy frowned as he sensed the situation.

After a moment, he agreed, "She’s indeed lacking just a little. If you hadn’t cut off the immortal realm’s chance to transcend back then, she might have already transcended."

"So, I’m the one who caused her trouble?" Braydon snapped.

Lord McAvoy was silent for a moment, then spoke the truth. "If she’s your old friend, it’s your responsibility whether she transcends or not!"

"Shut up!" Braydon glared at him and signaled the snow Qilin to climb the mountain.

Lord McAvoy shook his head. "There are no extraordinary men in this world. One look at Lukyan Flerov and you ruin your life. Looks like I’m finally going to meet the author of this sentence today!"

"What?" Lester Crawford asked, confused.

Soon, he understood why Lord McAvoy knew about this sentence.

There was a line of faded, small words at the base of Immortal King Mountain, seemingly weathered by countless years:

"There are no extraordinary men in this world. One look at Lukyan Flerov and you ruin your life!"

Lester muttered the line again, not realizing that Braydon’s expression had gone cold.

If Luke Yates were here, he’d bet that Lester would be in trouble if he read it again.

At the base of Immortal King Mountain, sixteen immortals in white dresses descended from the sky.

Their faces were concealed by white veils, and their cold voices echoed, "The Immortal King Mountain does not allow outsiders to climb. Please leave."

"Roar!" The snow Qilin tried to sound fierce, but its growl came out like that of a young demon beast, almost comical.

Braydon remained expressionless.

"Are you even fierce?" Lester asked, his face dark.