The Strongest War God

Chapter 1961: Found It Chapter 1961: Found It Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation At the same time.

Neal manor.

In the pavilion, Frediano Jadanza and Westley Hader were chatting when suddenly, Frediano’s face showed shock and anger.

“Big brother’s aura has disappeared!” “Luther’s aura is gone too!” In an instant, Yuri Qualls arrived.  The sons of the Northern Army could no longer sense Braydon Neal’s presence.

Nor could they sense Luther Carden’s aura.

Luke Yates clutched a dim soul lamp, his voice trembling with fear.

“My brother’s soul lamp is out…” “What?” The others turned to him.

“What happened?” Syrus Yanagi demanded angrily.

“He entered a strange place.

Don’t worry, someone is more afraid of his death than you are,” Heather Sage said as she tended to the flowerbed.

This sentence calmed the others.  They all knew her identity—she was the Ruins Lord, guardian of the universe’s origin, and the master of this universe.  If she said it was fine, then it was fine.

And Heather was right.  Some were more worried about Braydon’s death than the sons of the Northern Army.

The reason was simple.

The ancient soul was terrified of Braydon.  If there was danger, he would be the first to rush in.  His body had been destroyed, and the work of ten thousand generations had vanished into thin air.  How could the ancient soul stand idly by?

There was also Great Empress Colette Kepner, overseeing the Nine Illusion Sea.  She wouldn’t allow Braydon to fall in this life—after all, she had waited ten thousand generations.  This life was the end; many were not willing to wait any longer.  The Nine Illusion Sea wasn’t willing to wait either.  Braydon’s karma had to conclude in this life.

Braydon felt a sense of weightlessness.  When he opened his eyes, he found himself in an endless white world, with no sense of time or space.  It was a place where eternity reigned, without wind or the passage of time.

Braydon frowned.

“Kid, where’s your soul?” An ethereal voice drifted through the air.

Braydon’s mouth twitched, feeling helpless to explain.  His soul had run away and refused to return—what could he do?

“It ran away from home!” Braydon answered flatly.

“What?” A gust of wind blew, and a white-robed old man appeared.  His white hair was tied in a crown, and he had a goatee, looking every bit like an immortal.  His eyes narrowed at Braydon, twitching as he said angrily, “Your soul ran away?

Aren’t you even a little anxious?” “Being anxious won’t help,” Braydon responded calmly.

It was true.

Anxiety wouldn’t solve anything.

His soul was gone, but he was still alive.

“Interesting,” the white-robed old man mused.

“Out of the three who entered, you’re the most unusual.” “Three people?” Braydon looked puzzled.  Only Luther and he had entered earlier.  Including Leron Schatzman, there were three.

“Though your cultivation isn’t as high as those two kids, and you’re only in the first-level ancient immortal realm, your adaptability is higher than theirs,” the white-robed old man remarked bluntly.

Leron and Luther were both at peak cultivation.  Even though he was newly at his peak, one more realm would push him to transcendence.  Compared to them, Braydon’s cultivation was much lower.

“Have you ever heard of transcendence?” asked the old man indifferently.

“I have.” Braydon responded just as calmly.  Over time, Braydon had created at least 80 transcendents, all locked up in the Immortal Burial Ground.  None dared to come out.

“This place holds the opportunity for transcendence,” the white-robed old man added.

“Hm?” Braydon’s eyes gleamed.  He had held back enemies at the starry sky’s entrance for ten thousand years, even establishing an ancient hall to prevent transcendents from entering.  And now, this old man was telling him there was a chance for transcendence here?

Who had led him in?  Or had there been a transcendent in the endless years of this universe?  Could there be living transcendents here?

“Do you think it’s just an ordinary opportunity for transcendence?” The old man smiled.

“The inheritance left by Master will allow you to cross the ages and reach the peak of level ten.” “Straight to the tenth level?” Braydon was stunned.  To his knowledge, only two level ten transcendents existed—one from the first generation and another who was a madman.  These two had shaken many people outside the universe.  And now a third one?

Why hadn’t he heard of this before?

“As far as I know, only a handful of level ten transcendents have been born outside the universe,” Braydon said, his eyes gleaming.

“You know a lot, just like those two kids.

Though you’re native to this universe, you know much about the world beyond.

It seems you’re no different from them,” the old man noted.

“There are too many secrets buried here.

Master left his inheritance, waiting for the right person.

If you want to know more, follow me.” A path to the heavens appeared out of thin air.  At the end, the destination was unclear.  The road was paved with green bricks, stacked hundreds of thousands of layers high, stretching to the horizon.

On this road, Braydon could vaguely make out two figures—Luther and the missing Leron.

“The Path to Heaven is the first test set by Master,” the old man said calmly.

“If you can reach the other side, the questions in your heart will be answered.” And with that, he disappeared.

At the same time, a ray of light shot into the sky, piercing through the Spirit Sea and turning into a brilliant pillar that lit up the silent starry sky.  The unexpected light attracted countless cultivators across the universe.

In the Neal manor, Heather’s face grew cold as she softly muttered, “Tenth-level transcendence Qi…” A mysterious place had opened its doors, allowing all cultivators to enter.  There were no restrictions—any living being with intelligence could pass.

Suddenly, cultivators from across the universe rushed towards the light, drawn to it like moths to a flame.

Lazlo Abbot, a core figure of the Northern Army, stepped into the starry sky and commanded, “Mobilize ten legions to guard the Spirit Sea.

Stay vigilant for any changes.” “Yes, sir!” the deputy general replied.

A million black-armored elites were dispatched to guard the Spirit Sea at Northern Army’s garrison.  No one dared cause trouble.  Everyone knew who commanded the Northern Army—the first-generation Ancestor Neal.

Many significant figures from the human race were also alarmed, clearly sensing the transcendence Qi.

Meanwhile, deep inside, Braydon stepped onto the green brick path.  An invisible pressure enveloped him.

“Big brother!” Luther turned around.

“Commander!” Leron exclaimed in surprise.

“Luther and I came to find you.

I didn’t expect you’d stumble upon an opportunity here,” Braydon remarked.

Leron’s face was filled with guilt.

“I found a map fragment and came to investigate before reporting to the military.

I didn’t expect this place to be so terrifying.

I’m trapped and can’t reach the outside world.” “It’s fine.

Since we’re here, let’s explore.” Braydon clasped his hands behind his back and continued walking up the green-brick path.