The Strongest War God-Chapter 1891: Future Enemy

"Outside the cosmos, there’s no shortage of transcendents. Killing and seizing paths is no challenge for me."

With that, Braydon Neal left.

The black-robed Lord McAvoy stood and followed him.

"Farewell, Ancestor Neal! Farewell, Lord McAvoy!" The many peak-level cultivators bowed deeply.

"Why aren’t you sending me off?" Jaxen Neal said angrily.

Chadwick Neal and the others froze in confusion. Who was this guy?

They had never seen him before.

Jaxen muttered, "What a bunch of snobs. It’s just transcendence essence, after all. I’ve got plenty of it too. It’s not worth much in the Nine Illusion Sea, and hardly anyone even wants it."

Then, with a wave of his hand, over a hundred balls of transcendence essence appeared before everyone.

The entire place went dead silent.

Everyone stood there, dumbfounded.

Even Braydon turned around in surprise.

Lord McAvoy was equally shocked.

Jaxen, an 8th level transcendent, truly had a treasure trove of valuable things.

Over a hundred balls of transcendence essence floated before their eyes.

Proudly, Jaxen said, "Of these, the three most important essences here—if you fuse them with your body—will bring you to at least the fifth level. And if the fusion is perfect, you could even reach the peak of the seventh level, just like the essence’s original owner. There’s still a chance!"

"Put it away," Braydon said, turning back with a helpless sigh.

It was too soon to reveal these things.

Although they might spur the race’s peak experts to cultivate faster, it would surely bring a world of trouble.

At that point, the peak beings of the myriad races would come seeking him.

"I don’t need any of this," Jaxen shrugged.

"Give it to me!" Braydon raised his hand and collected everything.

He couldn’t use it, but Braydon certainly could.

Jaxen had no objections and left with Braydon.

"Farewell, Ancetor!" The many peak human experts bowed their heads in reverence.

"Feels pretty good!" Jaxen grinned, clearly in a good mood.

Meanwhile, the chaos in the outside world was intensifying.

The conflict between the native immortals and the cosmic races was deepening with each passing day.

A year later, a massive piece of news broke from the northern desert: they had found a transcendent!

In the past, Lukyan Flerov had suppressed sixteen transcendents, two of whom were sealed in the northern desert.

Now, they had finally been discovered.

The demons, using their eon artifacts, had locked onto the general location in the realm.

After mobilizing 900 million demons and scouring every inch of land, they finally pinpointed the exact spot.

The news had initially been kept secret, but something unexpected occurred.

When the demons disturbed the seal, the terrifying fluctuations attracted the attention of all the peak figures in the Immortal Burial Ground.

On that day, over a hundred peak cultivators in the northern desert were forced into reincarnation.

Some were even unlucky enough to be utterly destroyed, body and soul.

Braydon, however, remained indifferent to all of this.

He was in seclusion, and the human race did not participate in the battle—by his order.

The higher-ups of the human race understood why.

There was no need to fight for it.

Braydon had already bestowed the seven diagrams of transcendence essence.

If everything went as expected, the human race would have seven transcendents in the future.

In addition, Braydon possessed over a hundred balls of transcendence essence, and their grade wasn’t low.

There was simply no need to head to the northern desert for battle.

No one dared provoke the human race, who were stationed at Wollo Western Town.

The main reason was that none of the other races wanted the human race involved.

There were already transcendents of the human race guarding the Immortal Burial Ground.

Lord McAvoy was well-known to all the races.

Who would dare provoke him?

If the human race were involved in the fight, who could stand against Lord McAvoy?

Therefore, the human race stayed silent to benefit the other races.

Just because the human race didn’t fight for it didn’t mean the local immortals didn’t.

Currently, the strongest faction in the immortal realm was the Immortal Sect.

A 2nd level transcendent expert, Indiana Ibbot, was guarding it.

He was prepared to fight.

If the Immortal Sect could produce another transcendent, its power would dominate the entire immortal realm.

No one could challenge it!

Furthermore, the emergence of a 1st level transcendent expert posed no threat to Indiana’s position as sect master.

As a result, the Immortal Sect also joined the fray.

All the old-timers from various races were battling it out.

Every day, peak figures fell.

The chaos was stirred up by Braydon, but he eventually withdrew and ignored the outside world.

Braydon took Elder Levine and the others into seclusion.

Before going into seclusion, Braydon issued a stern order to the outside world, filled with killing intent.

He declared to all races: "Anyone who harms a disciple of the Northern Army will face extermination!"

This order was clearly meant to protect the Northern Army disciples exploring the Immortal Burial Ground and to prevent the Northern Army from suffering heavy losses.

Once the announcement was made, Indiana was the first to respond.

He declared, "All disciples of the Northern Army are protected by the Immortal Sect in the immortal realm. Anyone who harms a disciple of the Northern Army is challenging and declaring war against the Immortal Sect. The Immortal Sect will use all its strength to fight to the death."

This response made many factions uneasy.

They secretly cursed Indiana for being a lackey of that Northern King.

Little did they know, many were not even qualified to be Braydon’s lackeys!

Braydon entered the small world and observed the magnificent River of Time.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he addressed Elder Levine and the others, "You can cultivate here."

"Yes, sir!" Elder Levine and the others responded obediently.

"Come out!" Braydon stepped onto the river and lightly brushed the water’s surface with his left hand.

"What is it?"

A river guardian in a black robe appeared quietly.

"I want to go 90,000 miles down the river. Is that possible?" Braydon asked bluntly.

The black-robed guardian fell silent.

Braydon had broken the rules of the River of Time.

Shun the future. Reverse the past!

He couldn’t interfere with either, as both would disrupt the flow of the River of Time.

However, the most frightening aspect of the River of Time was its constant change.

"What do you want me to say?" the black-robed guardian suddenly asked.

He seemed to have agreed without hesitation.

Heather Sage must have hinted at this.

Braydon chuckled. "With my strength, I can’t navigate the river myself. The waves are surging, and I need you to protect me."

"Understood. When should we depart?"

The black-robed guardian understood what was required.

"Now!" Braydon said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, both of them stepped into the River of Time.

From this moment on, Braydon took a small step in the river.

Remarkably, it was only a small step.

Three thousand years later, what would the universe look like?

Braydon stood in the long River of Time.

The first wave had already appeared. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

It was called a wave, but it was actually a river, surging twenty centimeters high.

One could faintly see that the human wilderness was a desolate land.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to call it a barren wasteland.

There lived a great lord, and his territory stretched for ten thousand miles.

After he died of old age, his eldest son became even more brutal and harsh, exploiting the residents within his domain.

After his father’s death, he even built a tomb for him, requisitioning 80,000 people to construct it.

Among them was a dark-skinned youth wearing a beast robe that covered his lower body.

He was only twelve years old.

His mother had died in childbirth when he was eight, and his father was buried by a beast during a hunt.

He had grown up alone in the tribe, relying on his neighbors for support.