The Strongest War God

Chapter 1969: Summon the Northern Army Sons to Enter Chapter 1969: Summon the Northern Army Sons to Enter Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation He could faintly sense that these corpses had developed a spiritual connection over the years.

If he ignored them, it would undoubtedly become a disaster in the future!

The transcendent bodies, with their spiritual connection, had inherited the foundation of his previous life, born from a brutal killing intent.

Not only were they terrifying, but they were also deeply ominous.

Such entities could exist in any stellar realm and had the power to wipe out entire regions.

It wasn’t unheard of—there were countless precedents.

Braydon Neal kept these transcendent bodies.  First, to eliminate hidden dangers ahead of time.  Second, to sell them for money.  If he sold them to different races or the ancient realm, he could trade them for a massive amount of resources that would help him reach the peak of the realm.

Braydon climbed the stairs and entered the second floor.

The surroundings had long since been shattered.

On the ground lay four level nine beings.  Each of them, when alive, had probably been as powerful as a Path Lord.

They were just one step away from entering the tenth level realm.

Yet all of them had perished here.

Before him sat a man in green armor on an ancient throne, sword in hand, head raised.  Even in death, he hadn’t fallen, nor closed his eyes, as he stared at the entrance.  His presence exuded monstrous pressure.

He had only nine fingers—one had been severed.

A black hole punctured his forehead; he had been killed in a single blow.

Braydon stood at the entrance, his expression solemn.  He muttered, “A level ten being, dead just like that!” He could sense clearly that the souls of these figures had been completely wiped out, their soul imprints erased, leaving behind empty shells.

At this level, even a drop of blood could be reborn.  But without a soul imprint, how could they return?

Braydon raised his hand, placing the severed finger back on the throne.

Swoosh!

The armored man stood up.

A furious roar echoed from his chest.

“I died with deep regrets!” His voice was ethereal, but filled with surging viciousness and a deep sense of unwillingness.

Braydon’s face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.  His entire body was suppressed, his bones cracking under the pressure.

The surrounding space grew chaotic.

A tenth-level existence—terrifying even in death.

But in the end, he had fallen, leaving only a broken body.

Nothing could go wrong.

If this corpse became sentient and developed a new consciousness, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Luckily, the stronger someone was in life, the harder it was for a new consciousness to be born from their remains.

The unseen forces of the universe wouldn’t allow such an entity to regain consciousness.

Braydon took the brunt of the pressure and suffered severe injuries, but he didn’t retreat.

A tenth-level body!

If he took even one outside, the Path Lord, Lencho Kebe, and the ancient beings from various realms would likely go mad trying to get their hands on it.

Moreover, he had brought it from beyond the universe.

Countless transcendents would flock, risking their lives to fight for it.

Many had heard of living level ten beings, and some old masters had seen them.

But how many had ever seen a dead level ten body?

Even Braydon was witnessing this for the first time.

It was almost universally believed that a level ten immortal couldn’t die.

Outside the universe, no transcendent would have imagined a level ten being could fall.

Now, the fierce unwillingness from the level ten corpse had fully dissipated.

Braydon slowly stepped forward.  The aura from the level ten body calmed, now no more than that of an ordinary corpse.

“You left no inheritance?” Braydon muttered in confusion.  His eyes scanned the surroundings before landing on the storage ring on the corpse’s finger.

He carefully removed it—a dragon-shaped ring.

It was hard to imagine how terrifying the being who had struck him down must have been.  They hadn’t even bothered to take the storage ring of a level ten being.

This ring contained the entire fortune of a level ten existence.

Braydon’s mental power flowed into the ring, and he couldn’t help but be surprised.

The storage space was as vast as a stellar realm, filled with treasures—things that couldn’t be found within the universe!

For instance, Origin Fruits, which couldn’t be cultivated in the universe and were only found beyond it, were crucial for high-level transcendents as they contained pure transcendence essence Qi.  One pill could be refined for 10,000 years.

These fruits were extremely valuable.

Yet inside the ring, they were piled into mountains, likely numbering in the hundreds of millions.

This was understandable.

The Heavenly Court’s level ten transcendents were second only to Gadin Jennings.  Gadin wouldn’t trouble himself with mundane matters, so his level ten subordinates likely managed many resources.  They supported the needs of hundreds of thousands of transcendent experts.

In that light, a hundred million Origin Fruits wasn’t much.  If consumed, they wouldn’t last long.

Braydon found many other strange items in the ring, but none were what he truly sought.

What he really wanted was the inheritance of this level ten transcendent.

“Where’s the inheritance?” He searched several times but found no trace of it.

Perhaps the inheritance of a level ten transcendent wasn’t left in a jade slip.

Braydon frowned, unwilling to give up.

He wouldn’t stop until he found it.

His eyes then landed on the ancient bronze sword beside the corpse.

A level ten weapon!

Forged through a lifetime of cultivation by this level ten transcendent, refined over countless years, this weapon could unleash power as if another level ten transcendent had been reborn.

Unfortunately, the artifact spirit of the weapon had already been killed, greatly reducing its strength.

Braydon gripped the sword and began to pull it out.

Boom!

From where the tip was embedded in the ground, a blinding light erupted.

“You shall not inherit my legacy!” a voice boomed from within the immense pressure.

“Non-human descendants are unworthy of my inheritance!” That single sentence confirmed it—he had been a human ancestor in life.

In death, he left behind his techniques, barring non-human beings from inheriting them.

If that were the case, Braydon would hesitate to sell his corpse to the Path Lord and others.

For this reason, Braydon paused.

“Even after death, you still care for your race.

You’re concerned, leaving behind an inheritance for future generations.

Fine.

Once I’m out of here, I’ll give you a proper burial in a beautiful place.” With that, Braydon stowed the level ten body.

Looking at the crack in the ground, he chose not to enter.  Instead, he turned and asked, “Have Luke and the others arrived?” “Not yet,” came the response.

The first crippled body flashed into the hall, surveying the scene.

Braydon frowned.

“Tell Luke and the others there’s a great opportunity here.

If necessary, let them know it’s worth paying the price to enter.” “Understood.

I’ll inform them personally.” The first crippled body ascended into the sky, evading the life-threatening astral winds.

Outside, several figures had already appeared in the eight arenas surrounding the altar.

They were Braydon’s disciples: Loki Foreman, Bedirhan Leitner, Femi Kabbah, Garvie Nantz, and Maxton Acton.

Each had inherited Braydon’s teachings.

None of them cared for the transcendent legacies along the Path of Heaven.

They sought only to follow their master into the most mysterious realms.

“Grand Master!” Upon seeing the first crippled body, Loki mistook it for Braydon.