The Strongest War God

Chapter 1965: The Real Secret Chapter 1965: The Real Secret Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal, sitting cross-legged, had a gleam in his eyes.  He wanted to personally witness this battle.  The reason was simple: through this battle, he caught a glimpse of the ape’s path to transcendence.

One could easily see its potential at a glance.  Although he couldn’t be 100% sure of its future achievements, he could still make a pretty good guess.

When the second crippled body stepped onto the 8th platform, the transcendent-level ape released its terrifying aura.  Transcendence pressure swept across.

“Transcendent aura?

Your aura alone can’t even suppress me.

Reaching the ninth level, let alone surpassing the tenth, would be difficult.” The second crippled body stepped forward and attacked, the power of the god path suppressing transcendence.  They fought fiercely, exchanging a hundred moves, until the transcendent ape was cut down by the second crippled body.

Braydon watched calmly; he already had his answer.  The brown ape was definitely not the one who left behind the inheritance.  But who was?

All of this needed an answer.

The second crippled body passed through the eight battle platforms and ascended to the altar, which released a dazzling light, illuminating the Path to Heaven.  Millions of cultivators looked up as a figure slowly appeared in the light.

That figure had a head full of black hair, scattered in front of his shoulders.  He exuded a wild aura, wearing a loose black robe, barefoot and lacking any sense of formality.

“Barefooted man?” A simple-minded young man said blankly from the steps.  Little did they know that this was the true ruthless person who left the inheritance.

He looked down at the world, exuding an aura that suppressed it.  All living things gazed up at him, finding it hard to compare.

“I am Gadin Jennings, one of the eight ancestors of the human race,” a domineering voice rang out.

Humans naturally had ancestors, but who could say for sure who the true ancestor was?  In the long river of history, who could trace it back to the source?

How were humans born in this universe?

It had become a mystery, a gap in history that couldn’t be filled.

Even if one could trace it back, there were still the eight great cosmoses.  Who created them?  Gadin was one of those people.  He left behind a trace of his will, hidden in the altar, and was now awakened by his second crippled body.

Under everyone’s gaze, he spoke slowly: “Everyone can cultivate my inheritance.

Whether you can obtain it or not depends on your comprehension.” With a wave of his hand, on the path to heaven, hundreds of thousands of steps revealed numerous patterns.  These patterns seemed to have always existed, merely awakened by someone now.

The patterns were peculiar: a small sword underfoot, releasing a terrifying sword intent.  In mere minutes, the person stepping on it was sent flying, unable to withstand the sword’s force.

All kinds of images adorned the steps—tadpole runes, fish scales, birds, beasts, flowers, plants, insects, and more.

Frediano Jadanza arrived and stepped onto the stairs, eyes widening in shock as he took a closer look.  After sensing carefully, he suddenly opened his eyes, astonished.  Syrus Yanagi and the others were also present.

“The path of transcendence?” the sons of the Northern Army asked in unison.

“These are all transcendence paths.

What a grand gesture,” said Jonah Shaw, his expression cold and solemn.

This place hid the secret of the Path to Heaven.  The Path to Heaven was filled with transcendence, not for the living but for inheritance—transcendent legacies left for others to grasp.  If one could comprehend it, future transcendence would be within reach.

Lazlo Abbot’s eyes burned with determination.

“Pass down my order.

The war against the demon race will be delayed.

All disciples of the Northern Army, return to your hometown.” “One Path to Heaven, hundreds of thousands of transcendent legacies,” Hendrix Bailey said, eyes glowing brightly.

The Northern Army wouldn’t let this treasure slip away.  The order was given, and the Northern Army was mobilized, rushing home.

The secret couldn’t be kept.  Soon, the information reached the human headquarters, stirring the peak humans.  They all came to Earth, but the Northern Army didn’t stop them.  Mortal cultivators were allowed to enter and seek their fortunes.  Who wouldn’t want a transcendent legacy—the transcendence that cultivators had long pursued was now within reach?

Even the Northern Army Cavalry couldn’t monopolize it.  Such greed would only breed dissatisfaction, leading to chaos.  The looming war with the ten thousand races could not be compromised by internal discord.

In just one night, the eight million cavalrymen of the Northern Army were mobilized.  Apart from the first and second legions, all the other disciples were present.  Human cultivators from across the world were also converging.  In just one night, 70 million human cultivators arrived.  Even more were on the way, bypassing the super teleportation town.

Braydon stood above with his hands behind his back, calmly ordering, “Send a thousand life planets.

They’ll be Earth’s guardian planets and will also accept human disciples from across the world.” “Understood,” Luther Carden and the others replied.  The influx of cultivators would soon overcrowd Earth.  More crucially, life planets had a limit to how many cultivators they could accommodate.

Such a massive secret hidden here would attract cultivators from all 10,000 territories.  Tens of millions arriving was only the beginning—their numbers would multiply.  To avoid chaos, proper arrangements had to be made in advance.

Thousands of life planets were quickly arranged around this magical place.

Hundreds of thousands of transcendent paths lined the Path to Heaven.  Above the altar, Gadin’s figure looked calmly at the second crippled body.

“The purpose of the Path to Heaven is to stop the mediocre.” “What if someone doesn’t care about these transcendent paths?” Braydon chuckled.

Gadin replied calmly, “If they don’t care about hundreds of thousands of transcendent paths, they must be highly ambitious.

How can such a person be called mediocre?” There was truth in that.  The Path to Heaven existed to retain people.  For countless cultivators, transcendence was their greatest desire.  Who could be more ambitious than to surpass that?

Above the altar, a door appeared, its destination unknown.

“You’ve passed the eight arenas and defeated one of my former servants,” Gadin said calmly.

“You’re qualified to enter the Heavenly Court.” “Heavenly Court?” Braydon’s eyes lit up.

The second and first crippled bodies passed through the eight battle platforms and entered the altar.  Braydon didn’t waste any time and ascended the eighth fighting ring.

The brown ape, a veteran peak, didn’t bother with words.  Braydon’s left hand bore the mark of the seven-leaf grass, releasing a trace of sword intent and slashing down.

The brown ape was killed instantly.