The Strongest War God-Chapter 1936: Dare to Sell Anything

Who would dare touch anything in front of him?

Even Indiana Ibbot didn’t dare to act recklessly.

At the same time, a powerful presence appeared on the ground in an instant, standing before the two peak figures.

It was a transcendent immortal—someone second only to Indiana, known as Maven Kacher.

"Transcendent Maven Kacher of the immortal racegreets Ancestor Neal!"

Despite his status as a dignified transcendent, he knelt on the ground before everyone, lowering himself completely.

The sight left Milo Simmons wide-eyed in shock.

Low-level cultivators couldn’t begin to understand just how terrifying Braydon Neal was, especially the local immortals in the Immortal Burial Ground. They didn’t know Braydon.

However, if you mentioned Lukyan Flerov—the forbidden immortal ancestor—they would be all too familiar.

Braydon’s lips curled slightly.

He found Maven rather amusing.

Last time, when Indiana was besieged in the South Pole Sea and nearly left behind, Maven had sensed trouble and fled.

He’d even betrayed Indiana once.

Now, upon seeing Braydon, Maven knelt without hesitation.

"Are you guarding this place?" Braydon asked softly.

"The peak experts of each race take turns on duty. There are two terrifying beings sealed here. If they were released carelessly, it would spell disaster for the Immortal Burial Ground."

Maven’s gaze subtly hinted at the two level eight transcendent experts, clearly revealing that no race wanted them freed.

Once they were, no one could stop a level eight transcendent, and the races would lose control.

Braydon nodded. "Break through the thirteenth layer of the restriction. The transcendent body will belong to your immortal race. By nightfall, send 100 Immortal Hearts to Wollo."

"Yes, sir!"

Maven obeyed without hesitation.

Whether or not there was a transcendent body on the thirteenth level, or perhaps if the transcendent body was severely damaged, Braydon stated that the immortals still had to send the items over.

Braydon and the others left the palace, and Maven began to take action.

The power of transcendence in his palm transformed into a magnificent sword, which struck down fiercely.

The sword slashed at the roof of the palace, but even after taking the blow, the thirteenth layer of the restriction remained unbroken, showing just how strong it was.

Maven attacked again, this time unleashing his full strength without holding back.

With a loud bang, the restriction finally shattered, and the roof of the palace cracked open.

Inside, an ice bed that wouldn’t melt for ten thousand years was revealed, with a cold aura spreading outward, sending chills even through the peak beings.

On the bed lay a woman with skin like ice and bones like jade, without a thread of clothing.

She appeared as if peacefully asleep, her face youthful and so breathtakingly beautiful that anyone looking at her couldn’t help but be moved.

Maven almost rushed forward but held back, cupping his hands respectfully.

"No need to look," Braydon said. "Her name is Iris. She was the love of Maknum Zaccardo’s life. Later, she was killed by a level nine creature from the universe, and her path to transcendence was utterly destroyed. She died out in the starry sky."

Braydon, familiar with this history, continued, "Maknum refused to accept her death. He tried to restore the path of transcendence within her and bring her back. But sadly, her soul has perished—she cannot be revived!"

Outside the universe, there was no River of Time, no way to be revived from the past.

And what was transcendence?

Once someone transcends, their past, present, and future were all severed.

If they died, they were truly gone from this world.

Transcendence promised eternal life, but there were too many mysterious realms beyond the cosmos.

There were also countless exceptional individuals who had developed secret arts and hexing magics capable of severing the path of transcendence, even killing transcendents.

This was why the first generation of Braydon chose to reincarnate for ten thousand years.

Level ten transcendents couldn’t achieve immortality.

So, what realm must one reach to achieve it?

The first generation aimed to use the accumulated achievements of thousands of lifetimes to surpass the heroes of ancient times, striving for a level unmatched by all who came before.

He had been alone for millennia, determined to stay ahead of those who came before and outshine those who would come after.

That was the ambition of the first generation.

But in Braydon’s current life, his ambition was even more terrifying.

Maven climbed to the top of the palace, took the transcendent body, and left Maknum, heading to the Immortal Sect to deliver it.

Milo looked at Braydon with deep respect as he prepared to leave, wanting to say something but hesitating.

"Haha, my surname is Neal, actually."

"Go to Wollo," Braydon said with a smile. "It suits you."

"Alright, I’ll set off immediately," Milo responded, choosing to follow Braydon’s advice.

Little did he know, no one dared to even think about the jade slip he carried.

Who would dare touch anyone under the protection of the Northern Army?

Braydon moved forward, heading towards the place where the two level eight creatures were imprisoned, followed by Lucian Cross and the others.

At the heart of Maknum lay a kneeling corpse with its head lowered, and even the lingering pressure from it was enough to keep peak experts at bay.

Braydon held something in his hand—the Maknum Sword, a level nine eon artifact that could neutralize the pressure of Maknum.

"Old friend, I’m sorry. I have to use your corpse to trade for something," Braydon softly spoke as he approached the body. His voice was barely a whisper.

"What?!" The nine-headed golden dragon, still suppressed beneath Maknum’s body, roared in fury. "You plan to sell Maknum’s corpse?"

"Shameless!" The multicolored butterfly shouted angrily.

Braydon smiled. "You two better stay alive, or I’ll sell your bodies as well."

"How dare you!"

The nine-headed golden dragon was furious, wanting to kill Braydon.

They were all experts—was there really a need to do something so shameless?

But Braydon did just that.

He took Maknum’s body and, along with Lucian and the other two, returned to Wollo.

The journey was peaceful.

No one dared to kill him!

The transcendent-level experts from various races had already sensed that a high-level transcendent-level expert was hiding in Wollo.

Although they didn’t know exactly who it was, they could sense it.

That person was Jaxen Neal.

Jaxen was responsible for Braydon’s safety.

As a level eight transcendent expert, Braydon only needed to call out, and Jaxen would appear instantly.

At present, all the major forces across the Immortal Burial Ground had to follow the Human Race’s lead.

The human race respected Braydon!

Kill Braydon?

No one dared to.

Even the giants didn’t have the courage.

The native immortal race, led by Indiana, didn’t dare harbor such thoughts either.

The demon race, saint race, and innate race couldn’t declare war on the human race, even if they united.

Besides, they were now independent!

Braydon was the one controlling the game in the Immortal Burial Ground.

No one had the strength to kill the chess master.

Braydon crossed the void, with Lucian and the other two disciples of the Northern Army following him, and they arrived at Wollo.

It was already dark.

The heavenly realm girl had already left.

The robed youth and the demon youth remained, preparing the things Braydon had requested.

Luther Carden was the one who welcomed them.

As the three conversed, Luther learned about the two ancient realms.

The path realm had the strongest foundation.

It was a complete ancient realm.

For it to exist until today, there must be something remarkable about it.

The three of them chatted in the hall.

Braydon returned.

"Second Master!"

Lucian and the other two entered together.

Luther smiled warmly. "You three came back with the commander. That’s perfect. We were about to call back all the regimental commanders anyway. You should prepare and consume the Innate Heart."