The Strongest War God

Chapter 2006: The Fallen Jayce Jaros Chapter 2006: The Fallen Jayce Jaros Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “I once had a token, but it was lost in the starry sky.

Still, I remember what it looked like.” Braydon Neal walked toward the stairs.

“What color is that token?” the girl asked cautiously.

“The back of the Primal Chaos Limitless Token is engraved with the name ‘Kaius Merkle.'” Braydon had already revealed enough.

“Lord Kaius Merkle?” The middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in a secret room on the seventh floor suddenly opened his eyes in shock.  Swoosh!

He appeared in the hall.

An eighth-level transcendent—the strongest person overseeing the Thousand Things Pavilion—had arrived.

Everyone bowed.

The leaders of the Thousand Things Pavilion were collectively called Pavilion Elders.

“You said the token once belonged to you?” The middle-aged man’s eyes were filled with bewilderment as he stared at Braydon.  “Could I be pretending?” Braydon chuckled, activating his power.  It swirled around him, turning into glimmers of rain, raining down with a unique energy.

“Rain transforming art, Lord Kaius Merkle!” The middle-aged man’s face turned pale.

Nothing more needed to be said.

The two headed to the seventh floor.

“Lord Merkle, it’s been a long time since you’ve been here,” the middle-aged man bowed.

“I initially wanted to purchase some items to enlist a high-level transcendent to heal a friend.

It seems that won’t be necessary now.” As he spoke, Braydon raised his hand, gesturing for Icarus Jacome to step forward.

The middle-aged man took one look and understood.

“My legs were injured by the mysterious realm’s power.

Healing them won’t be difficult.” He began, and a majestic transcendent power enveloped Icarus, forcing out the destructive energy in his legs.

Icarus would recover in a day or two.

For the middle-aged man, these were trivial matters.  After all, those who could obtain the Primordial Chaos Limitless Token were once transcendents from beyond the universe—level nine transcendents, near level ten, akin to the Path Lord.

The middle-aged man grew curious and couldn’t help but ask, “Lord Merkle, back then, your cultivation was close to the tenth level.

Why are you…” “I encountered some challenges when attempting to break through to the tenth level, but ultimately failed on the brink of success,” Braydon replied, unrestrained.

“If Lord Merkle needs anything, the Thousand Things Pavilion will gladly offer support,” said the middle-aged man resolutely.

“No need.

I have my own path to follow in this life.” Braydon knew this well.  If he became too entangled with the past, the karma accumulated over ten thousand years would eventually resurface.  Once his identity was exposed, enemies would come knocking one by one.  For now, cultivating alone was enough.

The middle-aged man dared not press further, having witnessed Kaius’ legend firsthand.

Braydon and Icarus stayed in the Thousand Things Pavilion, planning to depart early the next morning to explore the mysterious realm.

Meanwhile, Braydon bought a supply of transcendence pills from the Thousand Things Pavilion.  The herbs needed to refine the transcendence pill were costly, but he and Icarus had ample gray stones, purchasing them all as medicinal herbs.

In the room, a pill furnace half his height powered by gray stones stood ready.  As the medicinal herbs were placed inside, the furnace activated, a transparent figure forming within, guiding the ingredients.  Gradually, they condensed into a small pill.

The Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove was capable of refining pills on its own, without question.

At the Thousand Things Pavilion, each level one transcendence pill was priced at 1000 gray stones, with ten pills per bottle and each unit containing 100 bottles—superior grade.  Market prices often included lower-grade pills to attract customers, and each portion of ingredients for a transcendence pill cost around 1000 gray stones.

If Braydon bought ten sets of materials and successfully refined one batch, he could break even.  In reality, beginners had less than a one percent success rate, with some failed pills in every batch.  Apothecaries often required significant resources early on but could become money trees later, attracting major factions and experts.

The Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove, a tool of immense value, explained why it drew so much attention.  Possessing it was like having a personal alchemist, securing endless cultivation resources.

Braydon and Icarus stocked up on alchemy materials.  Although the Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove was damaged, it could still create low-grade transcendence pills, refining a cauldron in just fifteen minutes.  In two hours, they made eight batches, each of superior-grade quality, unaffected by fatigue.

One day and night later, Braydon and Icarus emerged from their rooms and entered the main hall.

“I remember the pavilion also buys goods?” Braydon asked, smiling at the girl.

“Yes, please follow me.” Respectfully, she led him to a counter.

“What would you like to sell?” an elderly woman with white hair asked from behind the counter.

“These items.” Braydon raised his hand, tossing a storage bag across, revealing 150 bottles of superior-grade level one transcendence pills.

“It’s a level one transcendence pill,” the old woman noted.

“The purchasing price is 900 gray stones per pill.” The pavilion ensured profit margins, pricing each pill at 1,000 gray stones in-store, with a fair purchase price of 900 gray stones per pill.

1,350,000 gray stones were credited to his account, a million stone profit in a single night after expenses and stove activation.

It was no wonder the Dlael Spiritual Sect was willing to kill for such a treasure, capable of amassing immense wealth.

Braydon bought a few more items and exited with Icarus.

The streets were packed with transcendents, all drawn to the mystic realm, now bustling with activity.  The Dlael Spiritual Sect had prudently relinquished the entrance after word got out, allowing high-level transcendent experts to enter each day.

Then, a stir broke out on the street.

“Lord Jayce Jaros has fallen!” someone exclaimed in horror.

“What?” “Lord Jayce was ninth level…he perished inside?” “If even he died, we’d be courting death to enter!” “It’s too dangerous!” The crowd erupted in panic, their ambitions tempered by caution.  However, some voices spoke out boldly, “The more dangerous, the greater the opportunities.

What’s there to fear?!” “Exactly.

With the Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove, I’d have cultivation resources for life.” “There must be more treasures inside.” Without hesitation, some transcendents plunged through the entrance.