The Strongest War God-Chapter 1912: Turtle and Golden Toad

"They won’t be able to escape so easily!" Braydon Neal declared as he put away the island.

The innate Yin-Yang Formation sealed the prison once again.

The reason the level seven golden toad could escape was that something had disrupted the black prison that was holding it.

The moment the innate Yin-Yang Diagram was moved, the golden toad rushed out. freewebnσvel.cøm

In the end, Jaxen Neal slapped it.

After everything was done, Braydon looked at the old turtle and chuckled, "You’ll be free from now on. I’ll repay the favor I owed you in my previous life."

"You don’t have to do that," the old turtle replied, saying something he didn’t mean.

When he saw the object in Braydon’s palm, his eyes widened.

A path of transcendence!

"If I fuse with it, transcending won’t be difficult for me in the future." Braydon left the item behind and departed.

The old turtle was stunned.

Eventually, he swallowed the object and dived into the depths of the sea to refine it.

In a few years, there would be a new transcendent expert.

Braydon walked on the surface of the sea and said softly, "This was once the largest Immortal Sea in the immortal realm. It was connected to the starry sky and held many secrets. Back then, Lukyan Flerov was eager for revenge and didn’t explore the immortal realm."

"The people who created this prison are no weaker than you were at your peak. This means these people were born even earlier than you."

Jaxen pinched the golden toad and treated it like a toy.

The difference between a level-eight transcendent being and a level-seven living being was immense.

It seemed like just a one-realm difference, but their strength was worlds apart.

Moreover, the golden toad had been suppressed for countless years and hadn’t yet recovered its peak strength.

In the end, the day it escaped, it became a plaything.

The outcome was tragic.

At the same time, the nine-headed serpent and the other transcendent-level experts had returned.

"Master, this is a path of transcendence," the nine-headed serpent and the others announced as they brought something back.

If the five transcendent experts took anything, Livius Jahic and the others would become suspicious.

Braydon clasped his hands behind his back and nodded. "The five of you have been exposed. From now on, you will attack appropriately in the Immortal Burial Ground. I want the five races to fight. Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

The five transcendents all grasped their master’s plan.

The Immortal Burial Ground was home to six great races.

The five races were fighting, while the human race remained detached from the conflict.

In the future, the human race would undoubtedly surpass them all.

Braydon stayed in the South Pole Sea.

As for Maknum, it would open in a year, giving the five races time to fight — and giving him time as well.

Maknum was unlike other places.

Braydon’s current cultivation was too low, and the chance of him dying in Maknum was as high as 90%.

He knew better than anyone how dangerous that place could be.

"Are you planning to keep that prison in your small world?" Jaxen asked.

"Imprisoning so many transcendent experts suggests there’s a huge secret behind it. I need to figure it out first."

"You can interrogate them and see if you can get any useful information," Braydon replied, glancing at the golden toad.

"Alright!" Jaxen carried the golden toad and crossed the dark night to return to Wollo.

Braydon vanished.

The nine transcendents of the human race also returned to Wollo, choosing not to participate in the battles of the outside world.

On the sea’s surface, the twenty-five transcendents slowly sank beneath the waves.

The nine-headed serpent and four others left, regarded now as remnants of the god race.

They had been exposed in the Immortal Burial Ground and could no longer stay by Braydon’s side.

If the five races discovered that Braydon was behind all of this, they would undoubtedly unite in secret to oppose the human race.

If that happened, Braydon would be forced to flip the chessboard, destroying everything in the Immortal Burial Ground himself.

For now, though, it hadn’t come to that.

The five races were still fighting, and the human race stood to gain the most from it.

Inside Braydon’s small world, the magnificent Sea of Gods stretched out, alongside the Immortal King Pond filled with dense immortal energy and the long River of Time hanging in the sky.

The mysterious prison that had just been moved in stood among them.

Braydon gazed at the prison and entered through the entrance.

Black cages hung in the white-walled prison, and the beings imprisoned inside seemed to have fallen into an endless sleep.

For now, that was a good thing.

Sleeping would reduce energy consumption to its lowest point and preserve strength for the future.

The second black prison at the entrance had already opened.

It was empty inside—likely where the golden toad had been imprisoned.

Braydon was oddly calm.

They weren’t afraid of the many transcendents imprisoned here.

At the peak of his first life, Braydon had been a level ten transcendent.

That was confidence—pure confidence.

Each cell seemed to have a number.

As Braydon passed by Cell 1147, a faint spiritual fluctuation touched his mind: "Hey, kid, help me escape and I’ll give you the Immortal King Path Fruit!"

"Oh?" Braydon smiled faintly and replied in his mind, "The Immortal King Path Fruit? That’s quite something."

"Of course, it is," the voice said. "You’re only at the immortal realm now. If you help me escape, I’ll give you the path fruit and save you a lot of effort!"

"You’re here," the dry spiritual fluctuation added. "You’re here because of your luck."

"My presence here might also be your opportunity," Braydon thought, a faint smile on his face.

His calm tone exuded confidence.

The creature in the dark fell silent. "Damn it," it thought. "I’m a level nine transcendent, and here I am, offering a great opportunity to this little immortal realm fellow, yet he’s acting like he’s doing me a favor."

But the creature had no choice but to lower its head.

After all, it needed help.

"If you can help me escape, it’s naturally my destiny," the creature said in a low voice.

"We can talk about escaping later," Braydon responded. "For now, I want to know—who built this prison?"

Braydon was genuinely curious.

Back when he was at the peak of his first life, he’d roamed the universe and never met another level ten transcendent.

He’d thought he was the only one.

But now, it seemed things weren’t that simple.

Long before him, others had reached the tenth level realm.

The level nine transcendent hesitated before answering, "This place was created by a peak immortal. We’ve been imprisoned here for many years..."

"It’s impressive how easily you lie," Braydon said, smiling playfully.

The level nine transcendent fell silent, feeling a bit confused.

For some reason, he sensed that the white-robed youth who had suddenly appeared was a cunning little fox—like he could see through everything.

It also seemed like the youth knew much more than expected.

But how? This young man was just a mere immortal realm being!

His cultivation level was clear for anyone to see.

What could he possibly know?

The reason the level nine transcendent had lied was that he feared Braydon—a mere immortal—might learn too much about the transcendents and become overly ambitious.

He worried Braydon would demand too much and refuse to help him escape.

"A prison built by a peak immortal to imprison transcendents?" Braydon mused, his hands behind his back. "This is the first time I’ve heard of such a thing."

"You...!" The level nine transcendent’s face turned red. "If you already know everything, why are you here playing games with me?!"