The Strongest War God

Chapter 1979: The Owner of the Small Sword Chapter 1979: The Owner of the Small Sword Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation How could Gadin Jennings, who had surpassed grade-10, die here for nothing?

Now that Braydon Neal was here, what was Gadin’s purpose?

It was time to show it!

Braydon knew it was dangerous, but he couldn’t pass up the inheritance of a level ten transcendent expert.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Braydon understood this logic well.

There was no free lunch in the world.

And if there was, it would just be someone else’s bait, part of a larger scheme for greater returns.

At this moment, Braydon looked up at Gadin’s body.  He was dressed in a white robe, thin in figure, with seven small black swords floating around his feet.  The small sword between his eyebrows seemed to form a killing formation.

It had suppressed Gadin for countless years.

Gadin, seated on the throne, moved slightly.

A breeze blew by.

The strand of obsession that had appeared on the altar returned once more.

It was Gadin’s remnant soul.

“I didn’t expect you to find this place in just a few decades.” Gadin’s remnant soul had a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Braydon looked at him calmly.

“What is your purpose?

Just tell me.

You didn’t hesitate to set up a grand plan to reach the heavens, spreading hundreds of thousands of transcendent legacies and drawing millions of cultivators.

What’s your goal?

“You want to revive?

“Rebuild the Heavenly Court after reviving?” Braydon voiced his guesses.

Gadin shook his head.

“You don’t need to be wary.

The Heavenly Court was in great crisis.

Everything that happened in the past has vanished, countless people reduced to ashes.

If a wisp of my soul still exists, I will find a way out.

Naturally, I don’t want to die.

If you can help Hamish Moore escape, you can help me escape.” “You’re different from Hamish.” Braydon shook his head.

Gadin’s body was suppressed by the eight small black swords: one between his eyebrows and seven around him.

They had clearly formed a killing formation.

Even the slightest change would affect everything.

The difficulty was a thousand times greater than Hamish’s.

In reality, the challenge was more than ten thousand times harder because of the seven additional small swords.

“I’ve waited countless years,” Gadin’s remnant soul said calmly.

“I don’t care if I have to wait another thousand or even ten thousand years!” “With your talent, you’ll be able to control eight swords in 10,000 years.

When you help me escape, I’ll give you all my inheritance.” Gadin’s eyes were serious.

Braydon shook his head.

“You might have misunderstood something.

We can work together, but as part of the deal, I want two things before I help you.” “Speak!” Gadin looked over.

“The resources of the palace treasury of the Heavenly Court, and your inheritance,” Braydon said, smiling faintly.

“I can give you my inheritance in advance, but the storage ring is on my body.

I can’t take it by force.” Gadin’s remnant soul gestured to his physical body.

Whoosh!

The eight black swords released a cold killing intent.

Gadin’s killing intent, along with his physical body, surged even more fiercely.

If it erupted, nothing would survive within ten thousand miles.

Not only would Braydon die, but Luke Yates and the others outside would be affected too.

“Then give me the inheritance first.” Braydon’s eyes lit up.

Gadin’s inheritance.

A golden light landed between Braydon’s eyebrows.

It contained boundless power and countless mysterious pieces of information.

With Braydon’s current level, reading it was extremely strenuous.

Over 90% of the content was beyond his comprehension.

That made sense.

Braydon was still only level ten in his past life.

Gadin had surpassed level ten.

If Braydon fully understood the inheritance… There would be no need for him to cultivate for ten thousand lifetimes to surpass level ten.

Braydon didn’t change his cultivation path in front of Gadin.

He was set on his own path.

Braydon’s accumulated path would definitely surpass the first generation and level ten.

The reason he asked for Gadin’s path was to learn from it, to see if it could guide him.

At the same time, Braydon didn’t need Gadin’s inheritance.

Many in the Northern Army needed it more.

If Braydon didn’t want it, he could pass it to Luke or anyone in the army.

An inheritance that surpassed level ten, from Gadin himself, was invaluable.

Gadin’s remnant soul stood by, speaking calmly.

“Let’s begin.

I’ll protect you.

The transcendent body outside is patrolling, and no one will be allowed to enter.” “Alright!” Braydon had already learned how to control the small sword from Hamish.

To control the small black sword, he needed to comprehend the sword intent within.

Before, Braydon had only grasped 70% of the sword intent from the small sword suppressing Hamish.

He could barely control one small sword.

Now, there were eight swords before him.

He needed to remove all eight at once.

Removing a single sword wouldn’t suffice.

The eight swords were one.

If he wanted to destroy these things, he needed to pull all eight swords simultaneously.

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back, slowly closing his eyes.

A wisp of spiritual energy reached out toward the eight small black swords.

A small sword surrounded by a ring.

Braydon’s spirit surged, immersing him in the first sword.

Swoosh!

His entire consciousness seemed to be drawn in.

In the endless dark universe, a blurry figure stood with hands behind his back.  Black flying rain surrounded him—upon closer inspection, it was actually countless small black swords.

Braydon was stunned.

Was this the mysterious figure?

With his own strength, he had flattened the Heavenly Court.

His power at its peak was truly terrifying.

He had controlled hundreds of millions of swords on his own.

No wonder Gadin was so easily crushed.

This level of strength was beyond imagination.

The blurry figure slowly turned around, locking eyes with Braydon.

Braydon’s body stiffened.

It was as if a supreme being was watching him, rendering him immobile.

“What an interesting fellow.

You’re the one who refined one of my Butterfly Swords.” The blurry figure’s voice resonated through the endless space, landing in this black universe.

“Thank you, Senior!” Braydon bowed slightly.

“You’re quite bold.

In the past, everyone from the Heavenly Court feared the Butterfly Sword, yet you dared to refine it.

So, I withdrew the mark, allowing you to refine it easily.” The weapon of such a powerful being.

If he hadn’t allowed it, even Gadin wouldn’t have been able to refine it, let alone Braydon.

Gadin’s body had been suppressed for countless epochs, unable to make a comeback.

“Senior, what did the Heavenly Court do back then?” Braydon asked suddenly.

“Why did you personally kill all the transcendents here?” “They peered into secrets they shouldn’t have and did things they shouldn’t have.” The voice became silent.

But Braydon could guess that Gadin had uncovered some kind of taboo.

That was why he was silenced.

This poor fellow.

The blurry figure spoke again.

“Gadin didn’t bring you here for anything good.

His ultimate goal is to possess you.” “Hmm?” Braydon froze, cold sweat breaking out over his entire body.

He hadn’t expected this to be Gadin’s true plan.