The Strongest War God

Chapter 1978: He Didn’t Die Chapter 1978: He Didn’t Die Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal’s face darkened instantly.  What kind of bad habits did these younger brothers have?  She was a beautiful woman, once the western hall master of the Heavenly Court.

Her identity, status, cultivation, strength, and appearance.

Was she not worthy of you, King Luminosa?

He didn’t want a good woman.

He wanted an inheritance!

It was true that all the sons in the Northern Army were straight men.

The only one enlightened was Luke Yates, who had managed to get a wife by cheating and swindling.  At first, Luke fooled her, but then he tried to run away that very night.

If it wasn’t for the activation of the eastern hall’s guardian, Luke wouldn’t even care about the inheritance.  He’d have abandoned Cassandra Gabler and run away.

Jaylin Xiques was silent for a moment.  Then a bright light appeared on her finger.

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to comprehend my inheritance at this realm.” “The Heavenly Court is already gone.

If you have nowhere to go, we have many properties outside.

You can choose a place to cultivate and offer my brother some advice.” Braydon didn’t say anything, but he felt Frediano would be single for the rest of his life.

Jaylin looked at Frediano and nodded gently.

“Hmph, pink skeleton, you’re messing with my path heart!” Frediano Jadanza stood firm.

Bang!

Braydon pressed him down and gave him a beating.  His face darkened.

“Shut up.

Will you die if you don’t speak?” He was pinned to the ground and beaten.

Frediano took the beating, not daring to fight back.  His face was dark, and he didn’t say a word.

He limped out of the western hall.

It was clear he was unhappy.

As for those bastards, they wandered around the ruins of the Heavenly Court, searching for their opportunities and benefits.

Braydon looked at the core of the ruins.

That was the area with the most serious damage.

It was once the tallest building in the Heavenly Court.

Unfortunately, it was destroyed in the flames of war.

Gadin Jennings’s body was there.

Braydon’s eyes lit up.

He murmured, “Back then, Gadin’s obsession that led us to the altar was probably a wisp of his soul.

Though his body is dead, his soul remains.

I fear his situation is similar to Jaylin and Hamish.” “What’s Gadin’s purpose in setting up such a big trap?” “He’s just trying to revive.

There’s no need to go through so much trouble,” Frediano said, his expression solemn.

The Path to Heaven was built, and the inheritances of hundreds of thousands of transcendent experts of the Heavenly Court were placed on the steps.

It didn’t seem like it was just for his resurrection.

He had another purpose.

“This is the reason I’ve stayed in the northern hall for twenty-three years,” Braydon said calmly, walking forward with his hands behind his back.

Was Braydon really in the northern hall for twenty-three years just for two storage rings?

For these resources?

In reality, Braydon’s biggest goal was the small black sword.

The small black sword could kill a level ten transcendent expert.

It was extraordinary.

If he could get it, no matter Gadin’s plans, with the small black sword’s protection, he’d have another way out.

If forced into a corner, Braydon wouldn’t hesitate to activate the small black sword, reviving its power in full.

At that point, with Gadin’s crippled body, how could he not be afraid?

Braydon had searched the Heavenly Court ruins for years.  The small black sword was the only thing that could threaten Gadin.

The ruins, in the core area, were in a circular palace.

It was extremely dilapidated, with the palace door destroyed.

Outside the door knelt over ten thousand transcendents.

Their bodies were covered in black hair as they knelt, heads bowed as if worshiping.

“Spirit cultivators!” Braydon was shocked.

Transcendent bodies that gave birth to consciousness.

There were as many as ten thousand of them.

All hidden here.

And during the day, they were immobile, only waking up at night when the sandstorms came.

Luke Yates pointed at a black-furred monster in the distance.

“That’s him!” he shouted.

“He was the one who chased me!” “Humph!” Cassandra snorted coldly, gripping a delicate long sword in her fair hands.

The sword slashed down!

The terrifying sword Qi struck the black-furred monster before them.

Its head was severed instantly.

It was killed on the spot!

“Luke, Frediano, wait outside,” Braydon frowned and said calmly.

“Alright.” Frediano faintly understood his big brother’s worries.

Jaylin and Cassandra had recovered.

If Gadin’s body still had vitality and posed a threat to Braydon, who would Cassandra and Jaylin help?

It was all uncertain.

They were old subordinates of the Heavenly Court.

If Gadin ordered them to take Braydon down… Would they obey?

It was unclear.

Better to have them stay outside.

“No!” Luke shouted.

“I want to go in together!” “Luke!” “It’s extremely dangerous inside.

Wait outside,” Frediano frowned, scolding her.

“I’ll go in for a day.

If I don’t come out, take all the disciples of the Northern Army and leave.” Braydon’s gaze was sharp.

This was the last military order.

Northern Army commander’s order!

Frediano clenched his fists and nodded slightly.  He knew that if Gadin had any schemes, now was the time to reveal everything.

It would be dangerous.

Braydon flew into the air, stepping on top of the black-furred monster, and walked slowly inside.

The broken palace door felt strange.

The hall was eerily silent.

Braydon stepped into the hall, and his hair stood on end.  A dangerous aura enveloped him.

It felt as though a giant beast lurked inside, watching him from the shadows, ready to crush him with a single breath.

Gadin was not dead!

This feeling crept into his heart.

Braydon was almost certain Gadin was still alive.

He was being suppressed in the hall.

Braydon stood at the hall’s entrance, his gaze calm, and slowly took a step forward.

The scene before him changed.

Inside the hall was a formless space.

At the tenth level, one could create a formless space.  It had no attributes, no time—just pure, absolute space.

Half of the formless space was shattered.

A golden throne sat there, with a corpse on it.

The corpse sat with its eyes closed, a round bloody hole in its forehead.

Within that hole, a small black sword was embedded, suppressing the dead body.

A being that surpassed level ten.

Gadin!

He was once one of the founders of the eight great cosmoses.

Now, he had silently fallen and remained dormant for countless years.  After his death, his body was still suppressed here.

A small black sword could suppress Gadin?

Indeed, that was the case.

The small black sword was terrifying, a weapon likely refined by a mysterious being with immense cultivation.

Braydon’s face was solemn as he calmly observed.  He could sense strong vitality from Gadin’s body.

This man was not dead yet.

He had been gravely injured, but had managed to preserve a sliver of life force, laying dormant here for countless years.

And now Braydon had arrived.

“You’re here,” a high and mighty voice echoed slowly.

“An inheritance that surpasses level ten is here.

Why wouldn’t I come?” Braydon’s tone was calm, without a trace of fear.

He wasn’t surprised that Gadin wasn’t dead.

Even level ten transcendent experts like Hamish, Cassandra, and Jaylin survived.