The Strongest War God

Chapter 2003: Announcement of the News Chapter 2003: Announcement of the News Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal turned and left, moving at full speed.

If it hadn’t been for the help of the three-leaf grass…

Braydon might have lost his life here.

In an instant, his severed arm regenerated at the wound.  He fled alone, covering hundreds of thousands of miles.

In the distance, a sect rested on a floating mountain continent—the Dlael Spiritual Sect.

“Who is it?!” A furious roar echoed from a palace on the mountain.

“Who killed my son!” The angry voice, filled with deadly intent, belonged to the Great Elder of the Dlael Spiritual Sect.

For transcendents, it was extremely difficult to have children.  The Great Elder had poured hope into his son, who had reached the fourth level at a young age, with the potential to achieve high-level transcendence and match his own level.

But now, he was dead.

A level seven transcendent left the sect, surging with a terrifying killing intent as he sped toward the scene of the incident.  Unfortunately, Braydon had already vanished.

He soon arrived at another posthouse—one that was not the White Horse Posthouse.  Outsiders knew Icarus Jacome was headed there, and Braydon knew going would be a death wish.  The Dlael Spiritual Sect would certainly send forces to surround it.

Braydon quietly reached a remote posthouse, transformed into a thin middle-aged man, and found a place to rest.

In his room, he released Icarus.

“Are you hurt?” Icarus asked, noticing Braydon’s pale face.

“The strength of a fourth-level transcendent is beyond me,” Braydon replied softly.

The difference between level three and four was more than just one level—it was the difference between low-level and mid-level transcendent power, two major distinctions.

Keeping his word, Icarus handed Braydon the Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove.

Braydon took it without hesitation.  After all, he’d risked his life to earn it.

Icarus glanced at Braydon’s bloodstained body.

“You killed a disciple of the Dlael Spiritual Sect.

They won’t let you go.” “I killed your second senior brother.” It wasn’t just the disciples Braydon had slain; he had killed their prized young talent.

“You killed him?” Icarus was stunned.

“His father is the Great Elder of our Dlael Spiritual Sect.

He went through great efforts to have his only son.

He’s likely going mad hunting you down.” “We’ll have to stay hidden for now.

Where did you get this Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove?” Braydon asked, examining it as he sensed a familiar power—one surpassing transcendence—lingering within it.  He’d encountered this kind of power in the ruins of the Heavenly Court and hadn’t expected to see it again.

Icarus didn’t hide anything.

“The Dlael Spiritual Sect sent disciples to the third universe to train two years ago.

You might know that although it’s destroyed, the third universe is one of the more intact broken realms and has many mysterious places inside…” “I know all of that.

Where did you find the Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove?” Braydon pressed, his interest piqued.

“At the edge of the third universe is a highly chaotic space,” Icarus explained.

“I went there with a few of my peers.

It’s incredibly dangerous, and I picked up the stove at the periphery before retreating.

The others, who were too greedy, went deeper to search for treasure, but they didn’t make it out.” Braydon’s eyes lit up, recalling how Icarus had lost his leg there.  A low-level transcendent couldn’t survive more than two hours inside.  Entering would be extremely dangerous, even for someone like Braydon.

After some discussion, Braydon stood up.

“Our deal is done.

I should go.” “Are you headed to the third universe?” Icarus asked suddenly.

“I plan to go have a look.

I’m searching for a specific place,” Braydon confirmed.

“Let’s go together.

I know the entrance.” Icarus had no choice but to leave the Dlael Spiritual Sect; returning would be a death sentence.

As Braydon hesitated, a commotion erupted outside.  He pushed open the window to see a young man in white robes, his expression icy, putting up two wanted posters featuring portraits of Braydon and Icarus.

The notice declared: “The Dlael Spiritual Sect offers a reward for Icarus Jacome, the sect traitor, and Braydon Neal, the rogue who killed a sect member.

Anyone who provides information on their whereabouts will receive ten million gray stones!

Capture either, and you’ll earn all their possessions, including the Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove.

Killing one of them brings ten bottles of level seven transcendent pills!” The massive reward sent shockwaves through the posthouse.

The transcendent pill was a high-value resource, and a level seven transcendent pill alone was worth 70 million gray stones.  Killing even a low-level transcendent figure could bring a reward worth billions.

For a moment, everyone at the posthouse buzzed with talk of Braydon and Icarus.  More importantly, they held the Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove—a treasure every transcendent dreamed of.

Braydon altered his appearance down to his flesh and blood, keeping his identity hidden for now.  With care, outsiders wouldn’t notice him.  Icarus also changed his appearance, but his crippled leg made him distinctive.  Any notice of an injured leg would raise suspicion.

“I’ll keep you hidden for now.” Braydon rested a day in the posthouse.

“Enter my small world first.

I’ll release you once we’re far from the crowds.” “With our strength, even if we reach the third universe’s secret region, gaining anything will be difficult,” Icarus cautioned.  He’d experienced the dangers himself, knowing a low-level transcendent would struggle to survive.

“It’s worth taking a look,” Braydon said softly.

“The Dlael Spiritual Sect sent many experts there after discovering the place,” Icarus added, realizing that news of the Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove couldn’t be concealed.  The sect had recognized it as an incredible treasure trove, sending scouts to pick up remnants from its outer area.

Who knew what kind of treasure lay in its core?

To keep the secret, the Dlael Spiritual Sect had sealed all information about the place.