The Strongest War God

Chapter 1968: A Disaster is Coming Chapter 1968: A Disaster is Coming Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Even without the transcendence essence, there were still people willing to buy it.

Braydon Neal raised his hand and stored away the corpse.

Instead of heading directly to the second road, he turned and made his way to the basement.

In the damp basement, there was a human-shaped corpse covered in green fur, sitting in front of a chair, writing something with a pen.

It had held that position for many years.

It seemed to have been killed suddenly.

There hadn’t even been time to resist.

Braydon stepped forward, frowning.  Green fur growing on a corpse wasn’t a good sign.

This corpse was likely on the verge of becoming psychic.

If it gained consciousness, it could turn into a terrifying creature.

Braydon pulled the paper from the corpse’s hand and read the three lines of small writing aloud: “I am Jagur Draper, listed in the Heavenly Court.

I sense a great calamity approaching, and my nine disciples won’t escape.

I cannot bear for my legacy to be lost.

I leave it here for future generations.

I hope they will cultivate diligently…” There were only a few lines, but they revealed the green-haired corpse’s deep unwillingness from when it was alive.

He had once been a level nine creature, an existence comparable to the demon race’s Lencho Kebe.  But in the face of the looming calamity, he had no power to resist and could only wait for death.

Thus, he left behind his legacy, hoping future generations would not forget him.

On the table was a storage ring.

When Braydon opened it, he found thousands of letters, a will, and a jade slip.

All of them were legacies and letters left behind by transcendents from Jagur’s lineage.

Braydon opened one letter, his pupils narrowing.

The letter finally revealed the reason for the destruction of the Heavenly Court.

It also detailed what had transpired back then.

“In the year 8741 of the Ancient Era, we toured the Heavenly Court as usual.

On tribute day, we would come to the Draper Hall to listen to the Ancestral Master’s sermon.

But on that day, the Ancestral Master didn’t preach.

Instead, he announced suffocating news…

Braydon read it softly and turned to the next page, frowning.

“The East Pole Ancestral Master said that a Great Tribulation was coming and that no one could avoid it.

He told us to sever our mortal ties.

For a moment, all the disciples were terrified.

Even Lord Gadin Jennings, the Lord of the Heavenly Court, was so powerful, yet he couldn’t stop the Great Tribulation.

“The entire Heavenly Court fell into endless despair.

In just one night, countless path hearts shattered.

Many lost their minds, gazing up in despair, losing their path hearts.” Braydon quickly skimmed through the letter until he reached the last page.

The cause of the Heavenly Court’s destruction was a five-fingered hand that had appeared above the celestial heavens.

With a single strike, it obliterated the Heavenly Court.

Countless buildings were instantly destroyed, and all transcendents below level seven were killed.

Then, a mysterious creature emerged from the endless void.

It resembled a human figure, shrouded in fog.

Descending upon the Heavenly Court, it killed level nine transcendents with a single thought.

After Braydon finished reading all the letters, he turned and flew into the sky.  He soared 30,000 meters up and finally saw the full scope of the ruins of the Heavenly Court.

The ruins stretched for countless miles.

A massive handprint remained.

The five-fingered palm print still emitted a terrifying aura.

It wasn’t the power of transcendence, but it could suppress the path of transcendence and obliterate it.

“The palm strike mentioned in the letter?” Braydon muttered as he dashed into the depths of the cave.

The surrounding buildings were left for the two crippled bodies to search.

He looked down from the sky.

More than half of the four sky-high halls had been destroyed, and the remnants still radiated a terrifying aura.

Braydon could feel the presence of a powerful force in those halls.

“The aura of transcendence essence!” Braydon’s eyes lit up as he approached.

In the southern hall, just as he stepped within a ten-mile radius, a terrifying aura drifted through the air, exerting an immensely powerful suppressive force.

Braydon’s face turned pale.

The pressure felt eerily familiar.

It was just like the level ten pressure from his first life.

“A level ten transcendent is buried here…” Braydon murmured, almost certain.

In the southern hall, a level ten transcendent’s body was buried.

And it was already dead.

It no longer controlled the aura, like a shining stone releasing its light instinctively.

Who could resist the might of a level ten?

Braydon couldn’t even withstand the aura, let alone enter the Southern Hall.

He stood still, pale, circulating his cultivation.

His ancient immortal power surged to its peak.

Boom!

But even the might of a peak enemy was like a small boat tossed in the wild sea before the level ten body’s aura, at risk of being swept away at any moment.

Each step Braydon took left deep imprints on the ground.

Thirty steps forward!

Bang!

He was thrown back, landing in a small, ruined palace.

“Puff!” Blood spurted from his mouth as the level ten body’s aura injured him.

Braydon sat cross-legged, adjusting his energy.

It took him six full hours.

When he finally opened his eyes again, he sighed.

“A level ten body is truly terrifying!” he muttered, rising to his feet.  He seemed to sense something, then swiftly left the dilapidated palace, eyeing the enormous pit outside its door.

The black pit was tens of thousands of feet wide, with debris scattered everywhere.

At the bottom of the pit, there was a familiar, terrifying aura.

It was the same as the aura of the level ten body in the southern hall.

He stepped into the pit.

Junk and rubble floated into the air.

The pit was exposed.

A withered black finger gave off an overwhelming aura.

“The finger of that level ten creature?” Braydon’s eyes gleamed as he approached.

Even just the finger emitted a suffocating aura.

Within ten meters, Braydon’s face turned pale, his shoulders felt weighed down as though crushed by a heavy object.  Moving even an inch, let alone breathing, became incredibly difficult.

He slowly advanced.

The combat technique’s aura flared, and he gripped the Northern King Sword.

Even the seven-leaf grass radiated its energy.

This eased the pressure on his body significantly.

Even so, every step forward covered just three to five centimeters.

It took him half a day to cover ten meters.

By the time he reached the finger, Braydon was drenched in cold sweat.

He bent down and lifted the broken finger, as if hefting a star.

A single finger was already this terrifying.

A level ten body was likely even more fearsome.

The transcendence power within the broken finger had endured all this time.

Braydon gripped the broken finger, looking toward the ruined southern palace.

He advanced.

In the next moment, his figure blurred, moving like a streak of light toward the southern hall.

The two crippled bodies stood in the distance, watching.

Braydon’s broken finger glowed faintly.

The pressure from the level ten body was ineffective against the finger.

After all, it was part of the level ten body.

Now, it had returned.

Using the broken finger as a guide, Braydon stepped into the ten-thousand-meter radius of the southern hall.

In the next instant, he closed the distance to one thousand meters!

Then a hundred meters!

Swoosh!

He entered the dilapidated hall.

Inside, the first floor was littered with corpses.

All of them were high-level transcendents.

From level seven to nine, over a hundred bodies lay scattered.

Braydon’s eyes gleamed.

With a slight sigh, he raised his hand and stored all the transcendent bodies.