The Strongest War God-Chapter 1926: The Demon Race

If he could fuse with it, he might even have the potential to reach level nine in the future, standing on par with the master of Maknum.

Even if he only reached the eighth level, what difference would it make if other powers in the immortal realm produced more low-level transcendents?

He could sweep them away single-handedly.

"A crippled body in exchange for resources to cultivate 100,000 peaks," the young man mused for a moment. "The price is indeed a bit steep."

"In the Nine Illusion Sea, those people wouldn’t even glance at resources meant to nurture peak-level beings," Braydon Neal said, fully aware of the value of a level nine body.

Once this thing was out of the universe, its true worth would be revealed.

By then, groups of level seven transcendents would be fighting over it.

It wouldn’t be surprising if a level eight being came to compete.

"I’ll pay the resources, but when will you deliver the ninth level body?" the young demon lord asked decisively.

"Within two days," Braydon replied confidently, ready to sell anything.

The guy from the ancient realm was ready to buy anything!

"What do you want?" the young man in the robe softly asked the young demon lord. "A ninth level body? What do the demons need it for?"

The ancient realm had been shattered. Why would they need a ninth level body?

Among the various ancient realms, only the path world remained intact, with plenty of transcendents.

"My race has its own uses," the young demon lord said indifferently.

As the three of them spoke, they paid no mind to the other races in the Immortal Burial Ground.

"Continue the auction," Braydon said, sitting by the window as he glanced at Imran Haak.

The auction resumed.

The matter of the body could be dealt with later.

There was only one item, but many buyers.

Imran stood on the stage and said softly, "The second item is a level two transcendent body. The starting price is 100 million auction coins. Each bid must increase by at least 100,000."

Wisps of spiritual energy enveloped the stage.

A low-level transcendent body, with its path of transcendence completely severed, and its body severely damaged by the overpowering true force.

Even so, it was still highly valuable to those who had comprehended 90% of the transcendence intent.

The bidding began.

People in the hall started making offers:

"110 million!"

"120 million!"

...

"300 million!"

There were plenty of peak figures in the hall, and they continued raising the bids.

However, no one in the private rooms made a sound—they were all waiting for the right price before taking action.

Just before, a high-level transcendent body had been auctioned for 35 trillion dollars.

Despite this low-level transcendent body being severely damaged, the price was certainly not going to be lower than 500 billion.

Even in poor condition, it could still assist in achieving peak transcendence.

An auction coin was worth 100 million immortal crystals.

This auction was likely the grandest event the Immortal Burial Ground had seen in recent years, attracting big spenders from all over. novelbuddy.cσ๓

As the bids continued to rise in the hall, a private room finally entered the bidding.

This new price silenced everyone in the hall.

"2,000!" Indiana Ibbot from room 101 called out.

"This one is for Indiana."

The innate race, demon race, saint race, giant race, and god race all shared a rare understanding.

They took turns bidding, ensuring each race got one item.

If a high-level transcendent body appeared, they’d rely on their own strength to seize it.

There was no need to fight to the death over a low-level transcendent body.

The moment Indiana spoke, no one from the first-floor private rooms bid again.

The private rooms upstairs, no longer dominated by the super races, held their silence as well.

The various major powers wanted to produce their own transcendents, but if you weren’t from a super race, how could you compete with Indiana?

The wealthiest bidders present were the super races, along with the people from the ancient realm.

They were the wealthy ones.

If Indiana wanted to secure it alone, the other factions wouldn’t back down.

From the third floor, the head of a powerful force in the immortal realm intervened.

"5,000!"

Indiana was no slouch.

He quickly jumped in with his bid, showing he was ready to chase after anyone who dared to raise the price.

It was clear he was determined to win.

Braydon, sitting at the door of the private room, had already noticed this exchange.

While some didn’t want to engage in a bidding war, others were more than willing.

"10,000!" Luke Yates’s voice called out from room 702 next door.

That odd player was making a move again!

Previously, it was this customer who had pushed the first auction item to a staggering price of 35 trillion auction coins.

Now, he was back to stir the pot again.

"Who is this guy?" Indiana gritted his teeth.

"The information about all the private rooms in the human race’s auction house is confidential. We have no way of knowing," someone explained.

Indiana could only suppress his anger.

"20,000!" Luke called out indifferently while chewing on some fruit.

No one else followed.

A high-level transcendent body had previously been auctioned for 35 trillion and still retained the path of transcendence.

Now, however, the transcendence path of this second level transcendent body had been obliterated.

It shouldn’t have such a high value.

If he bid on it, he would definitely incur a loss.

However, only the people from the super forces understood that any opportunity to transcend was priceless.

They knew very well that once the human race auction ended, finding a chance to transcend in the outside world would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

At that point, they might have to fight among themselves.

Old transcendents fell, and new transcendents were born.

Of course, it was also possible to nurture a group of beings who had comprehended 90% of the transcendent Intent.

If a transcendent died, the transcendent path could create a new transcendent body.

Although it would take time, it could still allow those who had grasped 90% of the true intent to break through.

One for two was a guaranteed win.

However, some things didn’t work that way.

Looking at the various races, transcendent experts were the leaders among them.

They were the upper echelons of the core.

Killing them to help others transcend?

How was that even possible?

What a joke.

Thus, the transcendent experts of their own race could not die; they could only target the transcendent experts of other races.

Once the opportunity to transcend was exhausted, if each race wanted to nurture new transcendents, they could only start from the other races.

Indiana sat in room 101, his face extremely gloomy.

Luke was quiet now.

It was Luther Carden who gave the signal, indicating that it was enough.

At this price, it was already a profit.

Because of this, the private room 702 that Luke was in had already attracted attention from others, who suspected it was a ploy to support the auction house.

"The third item is the body of a level three transcendent. The path of transcendence within it is 99% intact!" Imran announced softly from the stage.

"What?!"

"How is this possible?"

"The path of transcendence is so well preserved. How could it have fallen?"

"Did your auction house make a mistake?"

The hall was filled with murmurs of disbelief.

In room 110, a young man in a robe stood by the window, gazing at the corpse.

He said softly, "The expert who destroyed Maknum has reached the peak of transcendence!

"Who said that if the path of transcendence isn’t destroyed, the transcendents won’t die?

"What’s the point of having one’s soul destroyed and leaving behind an empty shell?

"The soul will turn to nothingness. Everything will turn to nothingness."

The young man saw through the mystery.

The soul of this transcendent had been destroyed.

It was exactly what Lukyan Flerov had done back then!