The Strongest War God

Chapter 1967: Noticed Chapter 1967: Noticed Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Swoosh!

Braydon Neal lifted his head, gazing toward the east.

Dust and dirt whirled into a hurricane, sweeping across the entire ruins.

The pressure was suffocating, making it hard for Braydon to breathe.

The wind carried an incredibly violent power.

This chaotic force of transcendence came from the remnants left behind by hundreds of thousands of transcendents who perished when this place was destroyed.  It hadn’t dissipated and had instead fused to form this gale.

Such intense astral winds of transcendence would spell certain death for even a level nine transcendent expert if caught in it.

Complete annihilation would be inevitable.

Scanning the area, Braydon’s eyes lit up as he spotted a well-preserved, three-story courtyard.

“Let’s go!” he exclaimed.

He rushed into the courtyard, securing the doors and windows.

Outside, the sandstorm raged on.  Wherever it swept through, debris flew into the air, and corpses danced eerily in the wind as though alive.  Ghostly cries and howls echoed, sending shivers down spines.

The wind slammed against the door and windows.

“This place is terrifying!” the first crippled body said in a panic.

“Will this house hold up against the storm?” “Countless years have passed.

If these buildings couldn’t withstand the sandstorm, they’d have been destroyed long ago.

They wouldn’t have lasted until now.” Braydon remained calm, eyeing the three-story building.

Everything inside was neatly arranged, and even a study room was intact.

This indicated that the original owner must have held a high position in the Heavenly Court.

As expected.

Inside the study, an ancient half-written book lay on the table.

The paper had a special texture—silky to the touch yet able to absorb ink like ordinary paper.

Braydon blew away the dust and softly read the words aloud, “I am Haze Parry, ranked in the Heavenly Court.

More than two eras have passed.

A calamity approaches, and no one can escape it.

My inheritance has been left behind…” “This guy was a level nine transcendent in the past.” The first crippled body pulled a book from the shelf and handed it to Braydon.

It detailed many aspects of Haze’s life.

He had once been a master of the Heavenly Court.

Later, the Heavenly Court suffered a catastrophic blow, and he perished here with it.

Braydon set the ancient book down and gently picked up a jade slip that lay casually on the table.

This was Haze’s inheritance.

He had left it there, as though indifferent to who might claim it in the future.

From the ancient records, Braydon had learned that the hundreds of thousands of steps on the path to heaven outside were filled with inheritances of transcendents from the Heavenly Court.

After the Heavenly Court’s destruction, many of these legacies were transferred to the Path to Heaven.

Outside, the wind howled through the night as the sandstorm carried everything into the sky.  Corpses danced in the air.

Braydon stood by the window, observing both the scene outside and the eerie corpses swirling within.  His eyes brightened, as though a realization had struck him.

“What’s going on?” The first crippled body noticed the shift in his aura.

Braydon pointed toward the storm outside.

“The corpses in the storm are restless.

Even in death, they’re unwilling to be at peace.

Gadin Jennings was an existence beyond the tenth level.

Would he really accept dying here?” “You mean…?” The second crippled body was taken aback.

No further words were needed.

They could faintly guess Gadin’s hidden motives.

Braydon spoke again.

“Though Gadin is dead, his obsession remains.

He even went to great lengths to create a special place outside, moving all the inheritances of the fallen transcendents from the Heavenly Court there, and spending great effort to build the Path to Heaven.” “But why?

What’s his endgame in doing all this?” Braydon pondered aloud.

What was Gadin’s ultimate goal behind all of this?

“Is he trying to rebuild the Heavenly Court?” The first crippled body was quiet for a moment.

“What?!” The second crippled body was shocked.

This was no trivial matter.

If Gadin truly sought to revive the Heavenly Court, it would involve many people.

The Path to Heaven alone held the inheritances of hundreds of thousands of transcendent experts, all from the Heavenly Court.

Restoring the Heavenly Court would mean fulfilling Gadin’s deep-rooted obsession.

But what concerned Braydon the most was the possibility that Gadin wasn’t truly dead!

Braydon knew all too well how difficult it was for a level ten transcendent to die completely.

It was hard for them to fall.

Could an existence beyond the tenth level really be so easily killed?

If he wasn’t fully dead and still clung to life, he would certainly attempt to revive and reclaim his former strength.

In that case, anyone who entered this place would be in grave danger.

“Have you considered that the Heavenly Court once had hundreds of thousands of transcendents?

That level of power, even in the distant past, remains a terrifying force beyond the universe,” Braydon continued.

“How could such a powerful entity be destroyed in a single night?” he asked.

“If they were destroyed, they must have committed some unfathomable sin!” Braydon’s tone turned cold.

The Heavenly Court had been obliterated by a terrible entity.

But why?

Gadin’s obsession had never been fully explained to Braydon.

All he had said was that, to obtain the inheritance, Braydon would have to reach the core of the Heavenly Court and see Gadin’s corpse.

But was Gadin really dead?

If he wasn’t, what was his true motive for luring Braydon here?

A flurry of thoughts raced through Braydon’s mind.

There was something unsettling about this place.

Or perhaps, there was an evil lurking within it.

“If that’s the case, we must evacuate the entire Northern Army!” the first crippled body said with concern.

“No rush.” Braydon shook his head, chuckling.

“If Gadin has ulterior motives, he’s been waiting for ages.

He has already proven how terrifying he is.

His patience is beyond anything we can imagine.

“He opened this place and drew all the cultivators here because he’s looking for someone worthy to inherit the legacy of the Path to Heaven.

He won’t act until this goal is fulfilled.” Braydon’s meaning was clear.

Before the Path to Heaven’s inheritances were nearly exhausted, there would be time to withdraw the Northern Army.

By then, it wouldn’t be too late.

Since this place had opened up such a great opportunity, there was no reason for the Northern Army to miss out.

Handing this over to other cultivators freely was unthinkable.

The sandstorm outside raged through the entire night.

When the wind finally subsided, the ruins remained unchanged.

All the corpses seemed to have returned to their original places.

The ground was littered with broken buildings, while shattered palaces floated in the sky.

Braydon stepped out of the courtyard and calmly ordered, “Search every palace and wooden house.

Don’t leave a single place unchecked.

If Haze left behind his inheritance, other transcendents must have done the same.” The inheritance of a transcendent, especially one of the ninth level, was priceless.

Braydon had once sold the remains of two ninth-level transcendents for 200,000 peak resources.

He also knew the Path Lord and Lencho Kebe were still eager to make their purchases.

These treasures could be traded for vast amounts of peak resources.

Braydon took matters into his own hands, entering another palace.

Seven of its nine floors had been razed, leaving only two.

Inside, corpses were lined up, all killed instantly, their paths of transcendence completely obliterated.

Even these bodies of transcendence could be sold for a profit.

In the universe, many beings at the peak of power would pay a fortune for a transcendent body.