The Strongest War God

Chapter 1966: Ancient Ruins Chapter 1966: Ancient Ruins Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Gadin Jennings’s eyes widened in surprise.

“A seventh-level plant transcendence expert, sealed in your body?

Seems like you’ve got quite a few secrets.” “May I enter?” Braydon Neal asked as he moved toward the altar.

Gadin nodded, not stopping him.  There were no rules here.  As long as Braydon passed the eight battle platforms, he could reach the altar by any method.

What was inside the altar?  Only a glance would tell.

Fearlessly, Braydon stepped onto the altar and entered the door.  A long, fifteen-minute weightlessness followed.  When his feet finally touched the ground, a chaotic energy storm slammed into him like a peak attack.  Braydon immediately unleashed his cultivation and struck out with his sword, but there was nothing in front of him—only a breeze.

What was strange was this world.  The sky and earth were completely shattered.  At a glance, mountains and rivers were broken, the sky collapsed, and the ground was littered with huge craters, ruined palaces, and countless corpses.  Most terrifying was the air itself, filled with a chaotic and deadly power that could kill even a peak-level expert.  Mixed within it was an endless amount of transcendent energy, making the environment incredibly hostile.

Braydon had just been struck by this wind.  With his hands behind his back, he looked up at the sky.  The outside world was a universe shrouded in darkness, where countless stars had shattered, barely able to remain whole.

“A broken universe?” Braydon’s eyes flashed with a trace of recollection.

Once, there were eight great cosmoses.  He had defeated seven of them, leaving only Heather Sage’s universe.  Many transcendents had descended there—it was the final resting place of the myriad races.

The first crippled body arrived, clearly injured.  He appeared in front of Braydon.  “Injured?” Braydon frowned.

The first crippled body nodded.  “The astral winds here are extremely chaotic.

Some contain transcendence power and can kill level eight transcendents.

It’s very dangerous.

I wasn’t careful when I first entered and almost died.” “It seems many transcendents have been born here before,” Braydon remarked, his eyes filled with doubt.  He had never heard of this place, nor did he know which universe the shattered one outside belonged to.

As Braydon stepped forward, he noticed a broken stone tablet in the distance, cut in half at the waist.  Only one word remained: “…

Court?” Braydon didn’t recognize the characters, so he could only guess.

Gadin appeared.

“This place is the Heavenly Court,” he said slowly.

“It was built outside the universe, born from a universe I once created.” “When those universes were destroyed, why didn’t you appear?” Braydon asked, looking at him.

Gadin shook his head.

“By then, the Heavenly Court had already collapsed.

I was no longer here.” This explained why the seven great cosmoses had collapsed without the creators appearing—they had either fallen or disappeared.  Naturally, they couldn’t intervene in the aftermath.

Braydon looked thoughtfully at the ruins.  Broken halls lay everywhere, with countless corpses—mainly transcendent bodies.  Judging by the lingering transcendence energy, many of these transcendents had been high-level, but it seemed a great catastrophe had killed them all.

Gadin spoke up.

“I was once the Lord of the Heavenly Court.” “Hmm?” Braydon was surprised but quickly understood.  Gadin was an existence beyond the tenth level.  He had created a great universe, so it wasn’t hard to see why such a person would gather transcendents outside the universe to establish a powerful force.  Unfortunately, it had been born too long ago for Braydon to have heard of it.

Gadin raised his hand and unleashed an invisible force, removing the masks of the second and first crippled bodies.  Both shared Braydon’s face.  Gadin, however, was not surprised and calmly said, “When you three arrived, I was hiding in the altar.

I sensed your uniqueness—three soulless bodies.

Are you the original?” He looked at Braydon, asking quietly.

Gadin had encountered countless monstrous geniuses in his life, yet they had all become his stepping stones.

So the scene before him did not surprise him.

“As the original, I once created four crippled bodies,” Braydon confirmed.

“If your soul were here, I could see through your background,” Gadin nodded.

“I’m a cultivator.

In my first life, I reached level ten,” Braydon said openly.

“Level ten, touching the origin of transcendence?” “Yes,” Braydon nodded.

Gadin shook his head.

“At this point, you’re still far from surpassing the tenth level.

You chose to re-cultivate because you want to surpass it, didn’t you?” “Naturally,” Braydon replied, still observing Gadin.

Gadin gestured to the ruins before them.

“My body lies in the main hall of the Heavenly Court.

Whether or not you can obtain it depends on your strength.” “You were killed?” Braydon was shocked.

A being beyond level ten, killed?

From what Braydon knew, level ten beings outside the universe were immortal and untouchable.  Even in dangerous places, their power protected them.  It was almost impossible for them to die.

Gadin said nothing, only letting out a long sigh before disappearing, leaving to bring others in.

“Let’s go have a look,” Braydon’s eyes brightened as he walked into the ruins.

“Why don’t you recall your ancient soul?

If danger arises, it can protect you,” the first crippled body suggested, concerned.

Braydon smiled.

“If this place was dangerous enough to kill Gadin, what use would my ancient soul be here?” Gadin, who was beyond level ten, had died here.  Even if the ancient soul came, it would be useless—just another life lost.

The three of them passed by the broken stone tablet and stepped into the ruins.  Before them stood what had once been a thirteen-story palace, now reduced to ashes.  The surrounding structures were equally dilapidated.

Braydon walked over the rubble and into an abandoned palace.  The floor was littered with scattered jade slips.  Some were damaged, others intact.  He picked one up and pressed it to his forehead.  His consciousness entered the space of the jade slip.

In a vast world, a man in black stood with his hands behind his back—a level five transcendent.  He released the pressure of transcendence, demonstrating his transcendence path as a sword materialized behind him.  The path of transcendence transformed into a sword that slashed out, destroying the world and leaving only death in its wake.

“Transcendent swordplay?” Braydon calmly observed before his consciousness was forced out.

The jade slip contained the sword technique of a level five transcendent.  How much one could learn from a single sword depended on their comprehension.

Braydon gathered all the jade slips, reading them one by one.  Finally, he understood the language of this era.  He wasn’t particularly interested in the transcendence techniques, but he sought the Gadin Jennings Technique—the real reason for reading these jade slips was to decipher the language.

“Look to the east!” shouted the first crippled body.