The Strongest War God-Chapter 1925: The Real Purpose

The young girl sitting by the window appeared to be around 28 years old.

She wore a silver crown and sat quietly, exuding an air of indifference.

Despite her calm demeanor, her delicate frame radiated heavenly might—the power of the heavenly path.

She was a remnant of the former heaven realm.

After a long time, they had likely recovered.

Back when the heaven realm collapsed, the heavenly men weren’t completely wiped out.

Now, they were part of the bidding, unfazed by the sky-high prices.

In contrast, the golden flood dragon, Indiana Ibbot, and others looked grim.

Why were more and more bidders showing up mid-way, and with such confidence?

At first, they were convinced that the contestant in room 702 was just a nobody.

But now, it seemed these people might be agents of the humans after all.

No time was given to think it over.

"200,000!" came the next bid from room 702.

This kind of bidding left no room for the others to breathe.

In their private room, Luther Carden’s face darkened. "Luke, bid properly. Stop messing around."

"You don’t get how this works!" Luke Yates blinked innocently.

Luther fell silent—he really didn’t understand these things.

The other private rooms were stunned by Luke’s aggressive bidding.

Faintly, the sound of glasses shattering could be heard, most likely from the sixth floor.

Room 602—one of the three great calamities of the Northern Army.

"300,000!" Colton Jansky called out, hands casually tucked in his pockets.

Luther’s palms began to sweat.

He couldn’t understand his older brother’s intentions.

Why let these two troublemakers take the lead?

Was he really not worried about messing up the auction?

But then something even more surprising happened—someone else made a bid.

"350,000!" came a gentle voice from room 110.

"Who is that?" Indiana asked again, visibly puzzled.

The expressions of the silver-crowned girl and the demon youth shifted slightly, and both went to investigate.

"The path world!"

Neither of them had noticed this private room’s presence earlier.

Now, it had suddenly appeared.

Logically, the people of the ancient path world wouldn’t compete for things from the outside world.

They had cultivated for countless years, and among the countless races of the universe, very few had even heard of the ancient path world.

More importantly, the ancient path world’s location was one of the most secretive in the universe’s rifts.

Transcendent experts from outside the cosmos were rare and difficult to find.

And yet, the path world had its own transcendents.

So why would someone from there participate today?

And more curiously, why did they want this transcendent body?

As soon as this price was announced, the room fell silent.

Luther held back Luke, and Yuri Qualls restrained Colton in room 602, preventing them from bidding further.

Otherwise, the item would fall into their hands.

The high price had silenced everyone.

"Congratulations to the guest in room 110 for winning the first item of this auction," Imran Haak softly announced from the auction stage.

"Could you please get in touch with the expert who acquired these transcendent bodies from Maknum? I have a business proposition for him."

A man in a robe stood at the window.

His skin was smooth like jade, and his sharp brows and starry eyes made him strikingly handsome.

He had business with Braydon Neal?

"What kind of business?" Braydon’s voice echoed from room 701.

No one dared to respond openly. The man in the robe cupped his hands and bowed.

"Maknum once had a master. He has since passed, but a great evil is hidden in the mansion. Transcendents are forbidden from entering. Those who trespass will find themselves in danger."

"So, I’m asking if you would go to Maknum to retrieve something for me." The man stated his request.

"What do you want?" Braydon frowned.

"The body in Maknum!"

His words revealed his true motive, and the eyes of all the cultivators in the room widened in shock.

Among them, there was no shortage of local immortal realm experts.

There were still many legends surrounding Manum.

Indiana knew that the master of Maknum had been a level nine transcendent at his peak.

The body of such a powerful being—who wouldn’t covet that?

It was a level nine transcendence path.

If one merged with it, one could potentially reach the ninth level.

Even if that wasn’t achievable, one could still attain level eight.

Beyond the universe, there were countless transcendents, but how many actually reached level nine?

The desire for a ninth-level body was easy to imagine.

"You seem to know quite a bit," Braydon remarked with a faint smile.

"The body is a level nine weapon, the greatest treasure of Maknum," the man in the robe revealed without hesitation.

The demon young master and the silver-crowned girl exchanged glances, their eyes flickering.

Only they understood their true purpose for being here: to see if the body had been brought out and if it would be auctioned.

If there was no auction, it meant the body was still in the hands of the human race, and they would stop at nothing to obtain it.

But then Braydon’s words left them stunned.

"I have a living level nine being right here. Do you want it?" he said, casually dropping the bombshell.

It was like a massive stone crashing into a calm river—everyone was shocked.

The man in the robe paled, his voice trembling. "A living level-nine transcendent expert...?"

"Impossible!" the demon youth exclaimed, standing abruptly and moving to the window. "If you have it, I want it!" he shouted coldly.

Who wouldn’t want it?

A living being at the ninth level represented a fully realized path to transcendence.

If such an existence were placed before them, no one would hesitate to absorb it.

While using external forces to transcend wasn’t the true path to the great path, it depended on the nature of that external force.

And if it was something as powerful as the level nine transcendence essence... who could refuse?

Outside the cosmos, many low-level transcendents wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice their own cultivation to fuse with something like that.

It was a chance to ascend to the highest levels.

Who wouldn’t seize it?

A level nine being, in a dangerous place like the Nine Illusion Sea, was an overlord—an absolute ruler among transcendents.

If they dared to take it, Braydon would dare to sell it.

In his world, tens of thousands of transcendents were imprisoned, and Braydon was bold enough to sell them too.

As long as he had the resources, it didn’t matter.

"I want the resources to nurture 100,000 peaks!" Braydon declared, standing before the window with his hands behind his back.

"That’s no small amount!" the youth from the path world remarked sharply.

"I have the resources for 10,000," the young lord of the demon race replied solemnly. "I can deliver them within three days."

"I want 100,000!"

"The resources needed to nurture 100,000 peak cultivators are the price of the body," Braydon stated.

A dead body was worth only one-tenth of a living being.

Everyone knew that to kill a level nine transcendent would mean destroying the path of transcendence within them.

Level nine transcendents couldn’t be killed.

Even so, a level nine body could still refine the essence of a transcendent being and be fused with.

"The price of the body is too high," the silver-crowned girl said softly.

"After all, it’s the body of an old friend. You’ll have to pay more!" Braydon said calmly.

Selling off the body of an old friend without hesitation, Braydon not only sought resources from various races but also aimed to plunder the ancient realms.

It was clear he had ulterior motives.

Hearing Braydon’s terms, the people from the ancient realms were all considering it.

Indiana also wanted to get involved.

The three demon tribes exchanged glances, their expressions strange.

If even the ancient realm valued this, they had no reason not to participate.

A level nine transcendent body was no small matter.