The Strongest War God

Chapter 1998: The Posthouse Chapter 1998: The Posthouse Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation He stayed only a day in the Cosmos Ancient Palace to get a sense of the place.

For countless years, the hall had been intercepting transcendents from beyond the universe.  Even high-level transcendents hesitated to launch an attack on it.  One reason was to avoid the karma linked to this place, and another was the powerful figure standing behind the Cosmos Ancient Palace.  Any attempt to break in could draw terrifying creatures.

Since completing his ten thousand lifetimes of cultivation, Braydon Neal had not only gained numerous enemies but also some old allies—like Empress Colette Kepner in the Nine Illusion Sea.  If the Cosmos Ancient Palace were to fall, she certainly wouldn’t just stand by and watch.

In the end, Braydon left.  As he departed from the ancient palace, he ventured into the endless void to temper himself.

Before leaving, Braydon asked the Grand Supreme about the seven shattered cosmoses.  Long ago, after Gadin Jennings’s universe collapsed, the mysterious Heavenly Court was destroyed by an unknown creature.  As for the other six great cosmoses… were they destined to be left in ruins?

The real body watched Braydon leave, speaking calmly, “What you’re looking for involves a huge secret and great danger.

With your current strength, exploring it would be troublesome.” “No worries!” Braydon chuckled; he had a trump card—a mysterious creature backing him.  Those who couldn’t touch him dared not try.  Previously, when he sought secrets in the ruins of the Heavenly Court, he’d almost caught the attention of this mysterious being, who eventually saved him.

So Braydon continued onward, hands behind his back, moving with no particular destination.

In the distance, a powerful figure awaited him.  It was the Path Lord, clad in green robes, floating with his hands behind him and two servants at his side, both at the eighth level.

“You’ve finally arrived,” the Path Lord remarked.

“Were you waiting for me?” Braydon asked calmly.

“Yes, for a long time,” the Path Lord replied.

“Don’t worry, I mean no harm.” “Why are you looking for me?” Braydon sensed the importance of the visit.

The Path Lord raised his hand, transforming the view before them into a massive, ever-shifting star map with countless small universes spread across a vast ocean.

“Nine Illusion Sea?” Braydon chuckled, recognizing the image.

The Path Lord revealed his intention: he wanted Braydon to accompany him into the depths of the Nine Illusion Sea.  While he was a peak level nine nearing level ten transcendent, he still lacked the confidence to go alone.  Braydon’s first generation had explored these depths, where old allies of his likely still resided.  The Path Lord hoped Braydon could serve as a life-saving talisman.

But Braydon shook his head.

“I’d rather keep news of my return quiet for now,” he replied.

“The news can’t be kept quiet for long,” the Path Lord argued.

High-level transcendents would inevitably discover Braydon’s presence.

“I’ll keep it hidden as long as I can,” Braydon assured him.

“I made many enemies in the Nine Illusion Sea.

If word gets out that we’re traveling together, it’ll only bring you trouble.” The Path Lord considered this.  There was truth in Braydon’s words; bringing him along could both help and harm.  The Path Lord knew his own goal was risky, and having an unrecovered Braydon could attract a legion of enemies.

“Forget it!” he sighed.

Braydon reminded him, “Other places besides the Nine Illusion Sea can also help you break through to the tenth level.” The Path Lord nodded knowingly.

“In terms of risk, the Nine Illusion Sea is actually the safest,” he said, then added softly, “In some places I almost didn’t escape even at my peak.

Entering now would be like courting death.” With that, he quietly withdrew.

Braydon watched him leave, not commenting further.  Alone, he continued his journey.  Eventually, a continent appeared—a floating relay station built from cosmic soil, where people came and went.  Braydon’s eyes lit up.  Outside the universe, where stars, sun, and moon didn’t exist, these stations provided rest and protection, governed by laws and guarded by high-level transcendents.

Braydon sped up toward the continent, taking a whole day to reach the entrance, where an unguarded city gate marked the way.  To enter, visitors tossed in a fist-sized transcendence stone, which contained a thin aura that could be absorbed by transcendents.

Wearing a storage ring from Gadin, Braydon carried some resources.  But he’d left most of what he gathered from the Heavenly Court ruins with the Northern Army, hoping they would advance beyond the peak and into the transcendent realm.

Inside the city, few people walked along the wide roads, spaced about 30 to 50 meters apart, heading deeper in.  Braydon, familiar with the layout, made his way toward a seven-story building frequently visited by transcendents.  A white ball pendant hung around his neck, concealing his aura—a level nine eon artifact from Gadin’s treasury.  Only a level ten expert could see through its concealment.

Braydon needed this because, while he was an immortal celestial realm cultivator, he wasn’t a transcendent.  His ability to roam outside the universe without that level of power would make him a target.  The mere fact that someone of his strength could move freely suggested he possessed a rare treasure or profound secret, making him a prime target for theft or worse.