The Strongest War God

Chapter 2004: The Stowaway Chapter 2004: The Stowaway Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Sending high-level transcendent experts to guard that place made it very difficult for outsiders to enter.

Braydon Neal frowned slightly.  If that was the case, entering would be challenging for him.

Even if they managed to get in, they’d likely be surrounded and killed by the Dlael Spiritual Sect.

Braydon stood at the window with his hands behind his back, looking toward the place where Icarus Jacome had broken in.  If it really was the realm left behind by the founder of the third universe, it could rival the ruins of the Heavenly Court.

If the Dlael Spiritual Sect intended to claim this place solely for themselves, they were courting disaster.

The creators of the eight great cosmoses were all beings of similar stature.

Gadin Jennings, for instance, surpassed them by ten levels.

The other creators were certainly not any weaker.

These were lands of inheritance left behind.

Once the transcendent experts outside found out, that place would inevitably become a battlefield for top-level transcendent experts.

All high-level transcendents would be drawn there.

It might even attract some ancient beings.

After thinking this over, Braydon asked, “How strong is the Dlael Spiritual Sect?” “There are level-nine transcendent experts overseeing the sect, with close to a hundred high-level transcendent experts and several thousand disciples.” Icarus explained that most factions with established sects had a level-nine transcendent expert leading them.

However, outside powers often set up posthouses.

With the posthouse as a front, the factions could attract wandering transcendent experts to settle down, gradually forming a force.

Each posthouse was like a treasure trove.

Major factions developed in similar ways.

Don’t underestimate a posthouse.  Even the lowest-ranked posthouse could generate enough gray stones from transcendent experts to sustain a high-level transcendent expert’s cultivation needs.

However, setting up a posthouse required at least one high-level cultivator.

If low-level cultivators tried, they’d be courting disaster.

If the posthouse leader was too weak, he was just an easy target.

Without the strength to fend off threats, he’d be destroyed sooner or later.

Every posthouse had the support of either powerful individuals or major factions.

Braydon’s expression grew cold.

The Dlael Spiritual Sect’s power was beyond his reach for now.

Still, Braydon wanted to explore the ruins of the third universe.

It seemed there was only one way forward!

Braydon looked at Icarus and chuckled.

“So you’re suggesting we leak news of this secret realm to all transcendents?” Icarus was startled, realizing this would enrage the Dlael Spiritual Sect.

“What else can we do?” Braydon replied calmly.

“Then let’s do it.

Once the news spreads, the Dlael Spiritual Sect will be too busy to worry about us.

And with all the outside transcendent experts flocking there, who will have time for us?” Icarus agreed.

On that day, word spread quickly through the posthouse.

A super secret realm was said to have appeared in the fragmented third universe, comparable to the Nine Illusion Sea and thought to be the lair of the third universe’s founder, containing an inheritance beyond level ten.

The Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove, now in Icarus’s hands and wanted by the Dlael Spiritual Sect, reportedly came from there.

The news shocked the entire posthouse.

It spread like wildfire, reaching hundreds of posthouses in a matter of hours.

Countless transcendents were astounded by the report.

Soon, the two wanted by the Dlael Spiritual Sect were overshadowed by the unfolding events.

Everyone was talking about the third universe.

And that secret realm.

On a distant floating continent, transcendent experts came and went daily.

This was Dlael Spiritual Sect territory.

Currently, the sect master and elders were gathered in the meeting hall, where a tense silence filled the air.

“The news has leaked,” the sect master finally said.

“Curse that Icarus!

When I find him, I’ll crush him to dust,” one elder growled in fury.

Most of them suspected the traitor was behind the leak.

This was a grave issue for the Dlael Spiritual Sect.

If they attempted to claim the secret realm exclusively, they risked annihilation.

Holding onto the place solely for themselves would mean provoking all high-level transcendents.

It would be a suicidal move.

“Open up all entrances to that place,” the sect master commanded.

“Anyone who wishes to enter can do so.” “But, Sect Master, there are great opportunities there!” said an eighth-level transcendent, clenching his fists.

Many of them had entered the realm and reaped substantial rewards.

Recently, they had even found a level ten eon artifact there.

If the Dlael Spiritual Sect could claim it all, their strength would soar, and they’d become a leading force in 10,000 years.

They might even produce a level ten transcendent.

This was an opportunity for the Dlael Spiritual Sect alone.

But no one expected it to be ruined by a disciple’s actions.

Regret was useless now.

With Braydon and Icarus’s information leak, transcendent beings from across the universe flocked to the third universe.

At the posthouse, Braydon walked outside and saw that transcendent experts everywhere were discussing the third universe.

Someone was shouting in the street, “Teleportation array opening soon!

We’re 30 people short!

Hurry if you want to go!” Posthouses were linked by teleportation arrays.

Longer distances cost more.

Since the third universe news had spread, major factions had quickly established posthouses there.

The news had caused an explosion of interest.

Countless transcendents would soon be pouring in.

Posthouses sprang up like mushrooms, ready to accommodate all those rushing over.

“How much per person?” Braydon asked at the teleportation array.

“Nine hundred thousand grey stones!” The teleportation manager, a level-six transcendent expert, was obviously one of the posthouse owner’s subordinates.

Braydon didn’t mind the cost and handed over a bag, then waited nearby.

Every time the array had a hundred people, the teleportation would activate.

Braydon, observing the flow, noticed a loophole.

With Icarus accompanying him, others wouldn’t know if they didn’t reveal it.

There was always the risk of someone sneaking hundreds of people into his world to bypass the teleportation fee—and possibly making a profit in the process.

In fact, some did try this.

They operated covertly, avoiding attention.

Such acts bled the posthouse dry.

If caught, they’d be executed on the spot.

Exposure would mean being blacklisted by all posthouses, leaving them with nowhere to hide.

Yet, some still took the gamble.

Especially now.

Countless low-level transcendent beings were rushing to the third cosmos.

Soon, the array reached capacity.

However, it didn’t activate immediately.

The level-six transcendent expert received a message, his sharp gaze scanning the crowd until he locked eyes on a man with a pointed face and sunken cheeks at the back.