The Strongest War God-Chapter 1911: A Prison

"There are still two transcendent-level experts suppressed in Maknum," the golden flood dragon said hesitantly. "If we join forces, Indiana Ibbot and the giant race will be nothing to us."

"At that time, you will be able to obtain another path of transcendence," King Isberg continued.

In the end, the nine-headed serpent’s group of five stepped into the air and disappeared into the dark night, leaving behind a warning:

"Maknum is not that easy to break through!"

Out of the four locations, Maknum was probably the most mysterious.

That place contained great danger, as it was once the resting place for transcendent-level experts who had descended upon the immortal realm.

Lukyan Flerov was also heavily injured there!

Maknum had long been famous during the heyday of the immortal realm.

Ordinary transcendents didn’t dare venture there, and even now, the killing intent within could still trap them.

Without Braydon Neal’s order, the nine-headed serpent and the other three wouldn’t interfere in the fight.

However, this time, the giant race had gone a little too far.

They actually wanted to dominate the world and threaten the human race.

How could Braydon allow them to grow?

In the depths of the Immortal Sea, Braydon stood quietly on the water’s surface, his clothes as white as snow.

A white island floated before him, spanning a hundred thousand feet, with a vortex swirling at its center.

As the vortex spun, it drew in black energy.

White and black intertwined, forming a strange scene.

"The innate Yin-Yang Formation. Anyone who enters the formation for three seconds can transform into an immortal’s body. If they last for around 20 to 40 minutes, they can transform into a heavenly immortal’s body," Braydon explained its uniqueness.

Swoosh!

A transcendent expert attacked, his palm suppressing the heavens and earth.

The island lifted up, causing the seawater to surge.

A giant turtle, thousands of miles long, rose from the sea and spoke slowly, "Innate Yin-Yang Diagram, don’t act rashly. Great danger is suppressed here!"

"You old fellow, you’re not dead yet!"

Braydon couldn’t help but smile when he saw it.

The old turtle turned around and transformed into a hunchbacked old man, walking on the sea with a cane.

He could sense that the cultivation of the twenty-six people before him was unfathomable—except for the white-robed youth.

He actually couldn’t see through him!

"Transcendents!" The old turtle was extremely shocked.

He hadn’t expected to see so many transcendents.

"Don’t you recognize me?" Braydon smiled faintly. "You didn’t bully me when I was Lukyan."

"F*ck!" The old turtle was startled and turned to run.

A transcendent expert appeared in front of him.

"Where are you going?" Braydon asked with a half-smile.

"Uh, when did you return?" the old turtle forced a smile that looked worse than crying.

Braydon chuckled. "I’ve only been back for a few years. I’ve taken the innate Yin-Yang Formation with me. I’ll take care of this place for you. From now on, you can go wherever you want. You don’t have to stay here."

"Up to you," the old turtle mumbled, not daring to object.

Back then, Lukyan and Halya Kanevsky had been captured here by Shadey Kanevsky and a million immortals from the Immortal Alliance.

Later, when they parted ways, a peak immortal from the Immortal Alliance wanted to kill Lukyan.

Lukyan was crippled but managed to survive by barging into this place.

Even the immortal peaks didn’t dare go too deep into the innate Yin-Yang Formation, and the old turtle was guarding it.

This turtle had comprehended 90% of the will of transcendence—definitely an expert.

Under his protection, Braydon had kept his life, allowing Lukyan to awaken.

Old friends meeting again, Braydon chatted with him for a long time, watching as the island was uprooted.

A ray of light appeared beneath the island, growing brighter and brighter, like an egg.

Boom!

The light shot up like a pillar from the Big Dipper, piercing the dome of the immortal realm.

On Braydon’s left hand, the little seven-leaf grass stirred, emitting a fluctuation. "A level seven transcendent expert—no weaker than I was at my peak. If I don’t suppress it, it’ll attract other transcendent experts."

"Jaxen is already here."

Braydon spoke.

A three-eyed young man emerged from the darkness, shouting with his hands behind his back, "Suppress!"

Swoosh!

The white light vanished.

He raised his hand and slapped the light pillar back, descending to the scene.

Finally, the bottom of the small island revealed its true form.

It was a prison—a transparent one, constructed by the terrifying power of transcendence.

Inside each prison hung a black box covered in runes, each box representing a transcendent.

There were probably tens of thousands of them!

This was the great danger the old turtle had spoken of, though even it didn’t know exactly what it was.

The prison had been here as long as the old turtle could remember.

Later, someone had taught it a cultivation method and instructed it to guard this place forever, forbidding anyone from getting close.

They even gave the old turtle a level three eon artifact.

During those years, true transcendents didn’t dare set foot here, for a red flag stood on the island.

The flag fluttered, and no one dared to land.

Even transcendent experts wouldn’t enter, and there were few beings below transcendence who could challenge the old turtle, especially with its level three eon artifact.

Furthermore, the innate Yin-Yang Formation made the place untouchable for ordinary people.

Now, however, the innate Yin-Yang Formation at the prison’s entrance had been removed.

The power source sealing the prison seemed to have been cut off, causing all the black cages to tremble slightly, as if they were about to break free.

Jaxen Neal stood at the exit, facing the black mist, his expression unusually solemn. "What is this place? Why did you open it? Let me warn you, I can sense transcendent beings trapped here. Some are at the ninth level. If they escape, I won’t help you stop them."

"They can’t come out," Braydon replied as he approached the prison and touched the screen with his hand. Closing his eyes, he said, "The person who created this place was no weaker than I was at the peak in my first life."

"What?" Jaxen was shocked.

He knew just how terrifying Braydon had been at the peak in his first life.

He had been the only level ten transcendent during that era.

The person who created this prison was just as powerful as the first generation Braydon. That was truly terrifying!

"There are many secrets in the universe," Braydon said softly. "If you trace everything back to its origin, there’s always a source and an end. But beyond the universe, there are countless mysteries—too many to see clearly."

"Before my first life, there were experts too!" Braydon continued. "For instance, no one knows how the Nine Illusion Sea was formed."

As they spoke, Jaxen entered the cell and suppressed the creature trying to escape. It was a golden toad.

"Duliamaha?" The golden toad spoke in an ancient language.

"What’s that?" Jaxen didn’t understand.

He grabbed the toad and looked over at Braydon. "Can you make sense of what it said?"

"Keep it with you," Braydon replied.

He didn’t understand either. He then turned and lifted the ten-meter-long prison.

From the outside, the prison seemed ten meters long, but inside, it was actually an enormous world.

Braydon raised his arm and withdrew his perfect small world.

The old turtle was shocked. "There are so many dangerous creatures in there. If you put them in your small world, even one of them could easily destroy it!"