The Strongest War God-Chapter 1882: When to Act

The lowest-profile beings from the outside world were those who truly grasped the meaning of transcendence.

Some had partial understanding, while others had comprehended up to 90% of its essence!

They kept a low profile because they knew, better than anyone, that the Immortal Burial Ground had suppressed ten transcendents—a terrifying reality.

Transcendents embodied the path of transcendence, and even with 90% comprehension, one was still insignificant before a true expert.

The gap between them was like a vast chasm.

These individuals had all quietly entered the planet, causing no disturbance and choosing to live in seclusion.

Their purpose for hiding was to investigate the situation in Jlato City and locate where Lukyan Flerov had suppressed those transcendent experts.

Once they discovered the location, they would help the transcendents escape without hesitation, ensuring that they owed them a favor.

Then they would have hopes of reaching transcendence!

Unfortunately for them, Braydon Neal had observed all their moves.

Lukyan’s body rested on the altar as he gazed into the void and calmly declared, "If I attack, you will all die!"

Yet, Braydon held him back, saying, "There’s no need to rush."

Braydon understood Lukyan’s condition better than anyone.

His body could only allow him one moment of brilliance—like the brief bloom of an epiphyllum, stunning but fleeting.

Once it blossomed, it would wither.

With his hands behind his back, Braydon watched the scene unfold, eyes glinting with unknown intentions.

The opening of the Immortal Burial Ground had drawn all the top experts of the myriad races.

This development could bring great benefit to the human race.

The peak figures, those who had grasped the will of transcendence, were the ancestors and high-ranking figures of various races, and now their attention was fixed on this place.

Meanwhile, the humans of the cosmos could finally catch their breath.

It could also ease Luther Carden’s burden.

They could shift the blame of the myriad races onto the innate immortals.

How could Braydon allow Lukyan to destroy the situation he had painstakingly crafted?

"If they want to find a transcendent, let them. In the future, you’ll need to act—not only will you kill them, but you’ll also have to eliminate those transcendents who are being suppressed," Braydon said calmly.

Everything seemed to be under his control.

The peak figures of the myriad races wanted to rescue the transcendent experts.

Let them!

Once those experts were freed, it would also spell their doom.

At that point, the efforts of the peak figures of the myriad races would prove futile, despite all their hard work.

A small smile curled at Braydon’s lips as he left the planet.

In the main hall of the Immortal Alliance, Halya Kanevsky was present, along with Narcyz Horun and the other elders of the Immortal Alliance.

Eight or nine of them had been peak cultivators whom Lukyan had killed in the past.

He had slain so many top-tier cultivators that part of their souls remained, allowing them to cultivate a second life.

Now, with Braydon’s arrival, it was easy to imagine their fear!

Even though they had been given a chance at reincarnation, they knew the stakes.

Did they dare to oppose Braydon again?

If they had the courage, he would respect them.

But, unfortunately, they didn’t.

And Braydon wasn’t alone—Lord McAvoy had come too, carrying Lukyan’s body!

Even ancient beings like Narcyz recognized it.

Halya gazed at Lukyan, her eyes misting over.

Softly, she muttered, "You’re finally willing to come down and see me?"

"I came down to deal with remnants of the past," Lukyan responded coldly.

He stood in front of the white cocoon with his hands behind his back, staring at it for a long time.

Inside was Saven Flerov, Lukyan’s son.

"You stay here; I’ll go outside to take a look," Braydon said softly.

"When do we act?" Lukyan asked, glancing over.

Braydon looked at Halya, then at Narcyz and the others but said nothing.

A trace of killing intent flickered from Lukyan’s body, as if he had seen through Braydon’s concerns.

He asked again, "I’m here. No one will leak any information."

Dead people keep secrets!

Narcyz’s face was pale, and the other elders of the Immortal Alliance bowed, their voices trembling as they said, "In this life, we only wish to safeguard the foundation of the Immortal Alliance. We dare not show any disloyalty."

Their words were filled with sincerity, but neither the body of Lukyan nor Braydon believed anyone’s oath.

Oaths, by their very nature, were unreliable—let alone promises from these people.

In Braydon’s eyes, they were as worthless as dog shit.

"As I said before, if they are freed, you’ll kill them!"

Braydon had told Lukyan’s body back in Jlato City.

When the eight transcendent experts broke free, Lukyan’s body would step in and finish them off in a single battle.

And if Lukyan’s body couldn’t handle it, Lord McAvoy was still there.

The reason Braydon hadn’t acted yet was simple: he wanted to draw all the top experts of the myriad races into the Immortal Burial Ground.

This way, Luther could hold down the human headquarters, easing the pressure considerably.

Lukyan gave a slight nod.

Braydon and Lord McAvoy left the Immortal Alliance and stood on a high platform, gazing down at the 999 steps below—the highest point in Jlato City.

From there, they overlooked the buildings stretching below.

In the sky above, a battle raged between the peak of the immortals and the peak of the demon race.

A clash between such powers was inevitable.

Suddenly, the stars in the sky lit up.

In an instant, three thousand stars blazed, representing the peak of the 3,000 immortal paths.

Not only was the Immortal Alliance recovering some of its former glory, but even the Immortal Sect was regaining its strength.

"You lowly creatures from the lower realm have entered the immortal realm. Consider it your fortune!" a booming voice rang out, belonging to an ancient figure. "Not only do you fail to appreciate your fortune, but you also dare to challenge the immortals?"

His arrogant tone was nauseating.

Braydon stood on the high platform and smiled. "In the past, Lukyan stood alone before the Immortal Sect. Who among you immortals dared enter the mortal realm?"

His question seemed directed at those at the peak of the immortal path.

The name Lukyan was a taboo in the immortal realm—usually, no one dared to speak of it carelessly.

As expected, a snow-white nine-tailed saint fox transformed into a white-robed woman.

Coldly, she said, "I’ve heard that immortals don’t descend into the human world. We came today to see for ourselves!"

"What nonsense are you spouting? Tell us—where are the ones Lukyan killed buried?"

A giant wearing a bronze crown revealed his form.

He stood 900,000 feet tall, holding a heavenly pillar in his hand, and exuded an overwhelming, terrifying aura.

This was one of the innate giants—born tyrannical, with naturally powerful physiques stronger than even the demon race.

They also possessed the terrifying potential of the human body.

From the moment they were created, this race became a dominant force in the universe.

Innate and extraordinary, they were comparable to the three great races of immortals, gods, and devils—perhaps even stronger in the later stages!

The giant and the nine-tailed saint fox had both revealed themselves, as had the higher-ups from various races.

Naturally, the demons were present too.

Meanwhile, three key figures from the innate race exchanged glances.

One of the innate beings bowed toward the ancient star ahead of him and asked respectfully, "May I ask if the speaker is Patriarch Sarki Kabou?"

"Hmm?" An ultimate immortal cultivator emerged from a blue ancient star.