The Strongest War God-Chapter 1890: An Opportunity

A large number of disciples perished, and the mountain gate was flattened.

Aside from Shadey Kanevsky, Javor Kanevsky, and the two other crippled transcendents, everyone else had been captured.

As for who was responsible, the outside world could only speculate—no one knew for sure.

Too many forces had attacked that night.

The reason Shadey remained untouched was simple: he had a good daughter.

Halya Kanevsky knelt down and pleaded with Lukyan Flerov’s body.

Lukyan’s body stood at the entrance of an immortal palace, hands behind his back.

On that chaotic night, not a single ancient entity dared to approach.

That was the power of Lukyan’s body.

Others might not recognize him, but how could those at the peak of the immortal path fail to?

If it weren’t for Lukyan’s cold attitude, none of those ancient beings would have dared to set foot in the Immortal Alliance.

His presence alone was too great a deterrent.

However, Javor and the other three transcendents were not enough to appease the wolf pack.

Later that night, a demon race ancestor-level creature set its sights on Lukyan’s body.

But before it could act, Indiana Ibbot struck, killing it with a single palm.

Indiana was guarding the Immortal Sect.

Half of the stars in the sky belonged to the Immortal Sect, and he watched over one of them.

Nothing happening below escaped his notice.

After taking action, Indiana coldly warned the remaining peak creatures:

The palace where Lukyan’s body resided was not something they could provoke.

If they tried again, all of them would be killed.

That was Indiana’s stance.

The natives of the Immortal Burial Ground knew all too well how terrifying Lukyan’s body was.

No one would dare challenge him.

After Javor and the other two transcendents were taken, their whereabouts became unknown.

In the following days, another battle erupted among the peak experts, all aiming to free the captured transcendents.

Chaos had begun.

The races outside the Immortal Burial Ground entered a rare period of peace.

All the top figures from various races had gone into the Immortal Burial Ground, and no one was eager to start another war.

Even the demon race, which had suffered a massive loss recently, refrained from igniting a full-scale race war.

Instead, they urged their tribes to keep a low profile and only provoke minor friction with the human race.

Though the human race appeared weak on the surface, they were far from it.

Their foundation was strong, and with the ever-shifting situation inside the Immortal Burial Ground, their interests there remained the most stable—thanks to Lukyan’s body.

At this point, the super races of the universe were on the verge of forming an alliance to eliminate the native beings of the immortal realm.

Because of this, the races outside could not afford to engage in any further conflicts.

Meanwhile, the eight chiefs who had entered the Immortal Burial Ground, along with more than 400 peak human cultivators, gathered in Wollo Western Town.

Overnight, in the core of Wollo Western Town, 100,000 palaces, each 100 meters tall, were erected.

All children of the human race were welcomed to enter and live there.

Inside the core palace, all the top human figures assembled.

A white-robed youth sat at the head of the table—it was Braydon Neal.

"Ancestor Neal!" All the peak human cultivators stood and bowed to the young man.

Who among the human race didn’t know how terrifying he was?

His existence was etched in the history of the human race.

Beside him stood the black-robed Lord McAvoy, while Jaxen Neal lazily stretched, clearly disinterested in the meeting before him.

Braydon smiled faintly. "Take your seats. I’ve called you here because there’s something I need to tell you. During this time, our race can choose to remain silent. We can take advantage of the situation and strike at the immortals, but there’s no need to fight to the death!

"With the deterrence of Lukyan’s body and Indiana’s presence, the native beings of the immortal race won’t dare to touch Wollo. No one would dare to attack this place.

"That’s why the local immortals will target the demon race, the innate race, and even the saint and giant races. There’s no need for us to get involved."

"Besides, they’re here for the transcendent experts who were suppressed."

When Braydon mentioned the transcendents, everyone’s expression grew serious.

They all knew that Lukyan was part of Braydon’s lineage across myriad generations.

Lukyan had suppressed all the transcendents, and Braydon knew their exact location.

"As for the transcendent experts, the human race will not participate. Do you all understand?" Braydon’s tone grew stern as he warned them.

There was no reason for the upper echelons of the human race to risk their combat strength over this.

Swoosh!

"Yes, sir!" Chadwick Neal and the others stood and responded solemnly.

"Alright, Cabel, I have a question for you. Do you want to transcend on your own, or do you want to rely on external help?" Braydon shifted the conversation.

Everyone was shocked.

None of them were fools—was Braydon implying he had access to external forces that could help people transcend?

Could he possibly have the path of transcendence in his possession?

Cabel Callison had already reached the ultimate peak realm.

He was qualified to touch the will of transcendence, and perhaps even the path of transcendence.

"I want to transcend on my own, without relying on external forces." Cabel didn’t want others to interfere.

Braydon had already handed him the Nine Prefectures Record.

It contained the path fruit that their leader had cultivated in his previous life.

If Cabel could comprehend it, he would surely enter the transcendent realm.

It was, indeed, a path to transcendence, but Cabel wanted to rely on his own strength.

"Good," Braydon nodded approvingly.

He then turned to the elders and asked, "Elders, what are your thoughts?"

"We’ve reached the ultimate peak realm, and over the years, we’ve come into contact with the will of transcendence. Unfortunately, we’ve only managed to grasp a little." Elder Levine, who had overseen the human race Hall of Fame for many years, smiled bitterly.

In reality, there were people in the human race who had comprehended 90% of the meaning of transcendence.

There was more than one, but they weren’t present.

They were all outside, searching for the suppressed transcendent experts.

They wanted to transcend.

They had gotten involved in this chaos and disobeyed Braydon’s orders.

As a result, today’s fortuitous encounter wasn’t meant for these old fellows.

"Understood!" Braydon nodded.

Swoosh!

Braydon raised his hand, and seven transparent spheres appeared in front of everyone.

The path of transcendence!

All the peak experts were stunned.

"The path of transcendence?" Chadwick was shocked.

"This..."

Everyone was taken aback. No one expected Braydon to be carrying something like this.

If word got out, the old beings from all races would likely go mad and attack Braydon.

The war of the ten thousand races would reignite.

These were the seven paths of transcendence.

Jaxen, standing nearby, spoke lazily, "These are someone else’s paths. And the paths of transcendence from these seven people aren’t particularly strong. If you absorb and refine them into your own, you’ll be able to transcend. In the future, you might reach the third or fourth level, but that’s the ultimate achievement after fully integrating them."

If luck wasn’t on their side, they’d only reach the second or third levels.

However, for Elder Levine and the others, there was no need to rely on these paths of transcendence.

Relying on oneself—could they transcend in this lifetime?

No one hesitated.

Braydon spoke seriously, "These are the seven diagrams of the paths of transcendence. Each of you will form a group. In the future, you will transcend and lead the human race. The chaos among the myriad races is growing more intense. Our race needs transcendents to take charge."

"Thank you for your gift, Ancestor Neal!"

Elder Levine and the others knelt down in gratitude.

This favor was immense.

Braydon stood up and left, saying calmly, "I told you before I’d give you an opportunity in the future. Today, I’m just keeping my promise. Don’t concern yourselves with others. When you reach the peak of the realm and grasp the meaning of transcendence, if you want to use external forces to transcend, come to me."