The Strongest War God-Chapter 1896: Seven Race Guardians

Braydon Neal accepted the scabbard and nodded. "Your state of mind is indeed strong."

"It’s just a matter of victory or defeat. If there’s a win, there’s a loss. Besides, losing to you isn’t unfair," the green-robed man said, seemingly unfazed.

Suddenly, his expression shifted, and he asked with curiosity, "You came from the past. Why are you here? Just to fight for victory?"

"I’m here for the cultivation method," Braydon responded, revealing his Dharma power.

The green-robed man’s gaze sharpened as he fell silent for a long time before finally sighing. "I think I know who you are!"

Thousands of miles down the Yellow River—Braydon couldn’t precisely determine the future time period, but he was certain it was at least 100 million years later.

One hundred million years in the future, no one could say how far Braydon had advanced, but his name would surely echo throughout the universe.

In the Dharma Nation, he had created a miraculous technique—known to all.

"To have fought with you is the greatest honor of my life," the green-robed man said quietly.

"We might meet again someday."

Braydon turned and left. This place was not his.

The green-robed man watched as Braydon departed, then returned to his small courtyard on the mountain peak.

He hadn’t taken another step out since then.

Braydon had fought him not just for victory but to understand his opponent and cultivate his Dharma.

The green-robed man gained new insight from the encounter.

Back in the River of Time, Braydon looked at the black-robed guardian and smiled. "Going downstream is easy, but going back upstream must be much harder, right?"

"It’s not a big problem," the black-robed guardian replied before making his move.

Releasing his full aura, he brought Braydon against the current.

As they moved upstream, the resistance grew a thousandfold, and even the black-robed guardian struggled.

It took an immense amount of time to return, and the burden rested entirely on the guardian.

Braydon followed, closing his eyes to absorb the insights he had gained over the years.

In the first year of his return journey, he had cultivated 50,000 Dharma Idols.

By the third year, the 10,000 banished immortals had cultivated 60,000 Dharma Idols.

With 100,000 Dharma Idols, he had reached 60% progress—already halfway to achieving great success.

The two continued moving in the reverse direction of the River of Time.

The return journey took a full ten years.

When they finally reached the starting point, the black-robed guardian’s face was pale, and without saying a word, he disappeared, clearly drained from the effort.

Braydon left the river of time and entered the small world.

In the golden Sea of Gods, faint figures could be seen on the surface—among them were the sons of the Northern Army.

One figure, simple-minded yet fierce, wielded two swords and was cutting down innate immortal beings in the sea with incredible bravery.

His aura was that of a great fulfillment ancient god, just one step away from the god supreme realm.

Braydon hadn’t expected Luke Yates’s cultivation to progress so quickly.

After all, Luke was a divine-demon body Cultivator, training in two different paths—dual cultivation.

His pace of cultivation had always been slower than others.

Yet, his speed now nearly matched that of Cole Colbie, who cultivated the Battle of Soaring to the Sky.

Colton Jansky and the others also showed impressive progress.

Their memories of past lives had been restored, and each had embarked on a new path.

Nearby, a massive pond known as the Immortal King Pond was visible.

It was filled with rare immortal herbs, all taken by thousands of god peak slaves.

The pond resembled a mountain, and Elder Levine and the other seven had experienced breakthroughs as well.

Although it seemed like Braydon had just taken a brief journey through the River of Time, for those in the small world, 300 years had passed.

The same was true in the Immortal Burial Ground.

Over the last 300 years, many events had occurred in the outside world.

However, no one dared to invade Wollo, nor start any large-scale wars.

The reason was simple—the Immortal Sect’s Indiana Ibbot stood as a powerful deterrent.

In addition, the human race had a solid foundation with experts protecting it, including Jaxen Neal, a mysterious youth from beyond the universe whose strength was formidable, and the formidable body of Lukyan Flerov.

Who would dare to attack the human race’s Wollo Western Town?

However, aside from Wollo, other regions were on the brink of collapse.

Beyond Wollo, the six transcendent experts imprisoned in the northern desert, the South Pole Sea, and the Maknum Eastern Town had all been found.

No one came to their aid!

Even the six transcendent experts themselves, along with their former forces and current leaders, were all eager to become the next Indiana Ibbot.

When faced with the chance for transcendence, old relationships meant nothing.

In the pursuit of such an opportunity, they would betray their masters, destroy their ancestors, and even kill their own kin if necessary.

These experts had only one desire: to transcend!

None of them were willing to release the six transcendants, fearing that letting them go would only create another Indiana.

Instead of freeing them, they preferred to seize the path to transcendence themselves.

In the universe, all the peak creatures were drawn to the Immortal Burial Ground, attracted by the path of transcendence.

Braydon observed Elder Levine and the other three in his pocket dimension.

They had fused with the essence of transcendence, and their understanding of it had reached its peak.

Each had grasped at least 90% of the transcendence intent, just a step away from transcending.

"Ancestor Neal!" Elder Levine and the others stepped forward and bowed.

"You haven’t transcended yet?" Braydon asked in surprise.

"In another hundred years, I should be able to transcend," Elder Levine replied, giving a timeframe.

Braydon shook his head. "That’s too long. Come with me. I’ll have Jaxen help you."

"Yes, sir!" Elder Levine and the others followed him out of the small world.

"Brother!" Luke called eagerly, "Take me with you!"

"Let’s go!" Braydon responded, seeing that Luke had been cultivating in the Sea of Gods for years.

It was time for this young fool to get some real experience.

Otherwise, he would definitely suffocate.

In the core palace complex of Wollo, Braydon appeared.

"You’re out?" Jaxen, sitting at the head of the table with his legs crossed, looked up without surprise.

He was used to Braydon’s appearances since he had nothing to do all day.

He was holding the little Qilin in his arms, whose stomach had puffed up considerably.

Although its cultivation hadn’t increased much, it had gained a lot of weight.

"They’ve reached a bottleneck after fusing with the transcendence essence," Braydon reported.

"What the hell? The transcendence essence is supposed to guide the way, but you can’t even transcend?" Jaxen’s eyes were filled with disdain, causing Elder Levine and the other seven to feel embarrassed.

It was indeed a problem.

Indiana had managed to transcend using the residual power of a crippled transcendent.

Yet, despite the seven of them having access to the complete transcendent essence, none had managed to reach the transcendent realm.

Their talent was just lacking.

Jaxen commented, but he quickly took action.

His palm turned into seven shadows, each landing on one of the seven individuals.

With a single palm strike, the transcendence essence they had spent three hundred years refining was completely integrated into their bodies.

Under Jaxen’s guidance, the seven of them sat cross-legged, deeply comprehending the transcendence essence.

They released their auras and tried to break through the bottleneck, which had become a restrictive shackle.

In the next moment, their auras surged like a flood, breaking through everything.

A terrifying presence engulfed the entire Immortal Burial Ground.

Indiana was the first to sense it.

Standing in mid-air with his hands behind his back, he looked westward with a solemn expression and said, "The aura of transcendence. A new transcendence has been born... No, it’s two. No, it’s..."