The Strongest War God-Chapter 1867: Secret in the Heart

"Understood!"

A peak demon shot into the tunnel in an instant.

However, the moment his body entered, it was crushed into powder by an overwhelming force.

Within the passageway, peak-level entry was strictly prohibited.

His body was destroyed, but his soul managed to escape.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into another body—a clone he had cultivated.

He looked at the tiger-headed man and said in a low voice, "As always, peak-level cultivators are forbidden from entering the passageway!"

"Forbid peak experts? Hmph. That one even has transcendents by his side. If those figures can enter, why can’t peak experts?"

The black Qilin of the saint race spoke coldly.

Previously, when Braydon Neal led the Northern Army disciples into the Immortal Burial Ground, it caused a huge stir.

The demon race, saint race, and even the old geezers of the innate race all sensed it and attempted to intervene.

But no one had expected Braydon to summon Lord McAvoy’s true body for protection, leaving the various races helpless as they watched him enter the Immortal Burial Ground.

"Enough talk. You seven, go in." Cabel Callison said coldly.

Loki Foreman flashed, and the seven human race geniuses stepped through the door simultaneously.

The tiger-headed man snorted coldly, "You all go in as well. Remember, there’s no need to fear death inside. Even if you die, the ancestor has ways to bring you back!"

"We understand!"

Thirty-three demon geniuses also stepped into the passageway, along with shrunken giants and innate elites.

They were able to enter because Braydon had awakened.

After his first nirvana, he sensed the events outside the Immortal Burial Ground.

The Immortal Burial Ground was, in fact, the immortal realm!

Braydon was fully aware of everything happening within it.

This place had once been Lukyan Flerov’s private domain, guarded by Lukyan’s body.

In this life, Braydon had already connected with Lukyan’s body.

Opening an existing passage for those outside wasn’t difficult.

Standing under the tree, Braydon glanced at the black-robed Lord McAvoy and said softly, "Wait a little longer. We’ll open the second passage of the Immortal Burial Ground and allow the peak demons in." freeweɓnovel.cøm

"If we let them in, it will definitely cause trouble!" Lord McAvoy’s words carried an underlying warning.

The number of transcendents suppressed by Lukyan had already reached double digits.

Once the peak of the myriad races entered, they would surely try to free those individuals.

And when that happened, it would be chaos.

Braydon was well aware of the risks.

He spoke softly, "Without enough bait, they wouldn’t rush in so recklessly. They’re here for those trash—and for the transcendence path they carry."

Those transcendent experts, now suppressed, were the bait.

They were the key to luring the peak members of the demon race.

Otherwise, why would those beings risk rushing in, knowing Braydon was accompanied by a transcendent expert?

The only thing that could make them act so rashly was the path of transcendence!

It was the one thing that could tempt ancient beings to risk everything, even their lives.

At the end of the great path, there was only transcendence.

If one didn’t transcend, they would ultimately be suppressed by the cosmos essence, forced to endure the agony of reincarnation for generations.

This suffering, like a blade twisting in their souls, was unbearable to those who sought freedom—the peak beings of all races.

What they craved was transcendence!

But the path to transcendence was unimaginably difficult.

Throughout history, how many had truly succeeded?

If there were any other way, even the white-haired young man wouldn’t have swallowed the artifact spirit of the ancient scepter and taken a shortcut to transcendence.

He too knew the risks!

Yet, the path to transcendence seemed nearly impossible.

The peak of the myriad races understood it was a narrow path, but they would pay any price to transcend.

Within the Immortal Burial Ground lay transcendent realm experts, beings Lukyan had suppressed long ago.

Every living transcendent represented a path of transcendence. They were the key—hope.

As soon as Braydon opened the entrance, the peak of all races would charge in, desperate and crazed.

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back, lightly tapping his left hand.

Swoosh!

Golden light surged, and his small world opened.

A thousand peak gods appeared, each with demon bodies, emerging from the Sea of Gods.

It was time for him to use his once-crippled body.

"Master!" The thousand peak gods bowed in unison.

"There are many rare herbs here. Collect them for the next three months!" Braydon ordered.

In an instant, the gods vanished, swiftly setting off on their task.

At the peak of the god realm, no one could stop them—unless a transcendent realm expert stood in their way.

"Are you planning to walk the immortal path?" Lord McAvoy, draped in black robes, frowned.

Braydon’s original body remained in nirvana, nearing the spirit body realm.

In that realm, whether one cultivated a demon body, god body, or heavenly body, the choice was theirs.

Was Braydon seeking immortality by sending his subordinates to gather rare herbs?

But Braydon simply smiled. "I am a cultivator of all things. At the end of the great path, all things become one. I don’t care which path I cultivate."

The black-robed Lord McAvoy gave a slight nod.

It was true.

Transcendence was the ultimate goal of the path!

However, he was unaware of Braydon’s grand ambitions.

Braydon had long shown that his aspirations in this life were immense.

His previous cultivation path hinted at it—his body of ten thousand lives was meant to form the foundation for his new law.

What had Braydon done?

He had transformed his body into the cornerstone of a new system—his Dharma Nation.

100,000 Dharma Idols had been built on the foundation of his myriad lifetime achievements.

What did Braydon seek to accomplish?

His ultimate goal was to use his Dharma Nation to achieve transcendence in this life.

He planned to nurture all the banished immortals through the Hundred Tribulations, guiding them toward transcendence.

Once all banished immortals transcended and returned to one unified body, the looming dangers beyond the starry sky would be vanquished in a single battle.

From that point on, all races would be free from fear.

Among all the races, perhaps only Heather Sage could truly understand Braydon’s intentions.

She, the Ruins Lord, who had once shared a bed with Braydon, had long seen through her husband’s ambition.

That was why she had told Trevon Neal to avoid Braydon in this lifetime, no matter what.

In this life, Braydon would drain the fate of all races across the universe.

The future heavenly path of the universe would grow dangerously weak.

When one man succeeds, all others fall into darkness.

The darkest hour for the myriad races was approaching, inching ever closer.

A single person would transcend, suppressing ten thousand generations, and the path of cultivation would become a thousand times harder than it was now.

Breaking through each realm would be incredibly difficult.

When that time came, it would be the bleakest moment, with despair engulfing every race.

Even humans would not be spared.

This was the extent of Braydon’s ruthlessness.

Beneath his handsome appearance, the heart of a lord had remained unchanged.

For the sake of his own path, he was willing to sacrifice the fate of all races to achieve his goal!

Of course, Braydon could never speak of his true ambitions.

If he did, every race would likely revolt and turn against him.

Even his own race wouldn’t be able to tolerate him.

One man, destroying the future of the entire universe.

His actions would sever the martial path fate for future generations.

Who in this era could accept that?

Who could bear someone cutting off not only their path, but the cultivation path of their descendants?

Thus, this truth could never be revealed!