The Strongest War God

Chapter 2007: Pretending to Be a Trap Chapter 2007: Pretending to Be a Trap Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Wealth and honor are often found amid danger.

Everyone understood this reasoning.

Moreover, with so many transcendents entering, the astral winds within the mystic realm had weakened significantly.

Each high-level transcendent who entered worked to smooth out the astral winds at the entrance to avoid injury.

Some hesitated, fearful, and held back.

But there were even more transcendents who faced it without fear.

Each expert had their own thoughts and chose their own path.

For Braydon Neal and Icarus Jacome, there was no question—they had to enter.

This mystic realm was very likely a place left behind by the creator of the third universe.

It must hold something Braydon desired.

Braydon and Icarus arrived at the entrance.

Void Space Gate.

With no one guarding it, it was clear the Dlael Spiritual Sect dared not claim such a valuable place.

They were the first to discover it and had already reaped considerable rewards.

To try and monopolize it would be courting disaster.

Icarus walked beside him and whispered, “Although the astral winds at the entrance have been dispersed by the high-level transcendents, the dangers within should not be underestimated.

Be cautious.” “Let’s go,” Braydon replied with a faint smile.

He carried many life-saving trump cards.  With the seventh-level grass on him, he could escape unscathed, even when facing high-level transcendents.

Yet, the feud between Braydon and the Dlael Spiritual Sect had only just begun.

Braydon hadn’t forgotten his severed arm.

And the Dlael Spiritual Sect certainly wouldn’t let him off either.

Originally, the Dlael Spiritual Sect could have monopolized this place’s benefits and developed it gradually, but Braydon and Icarus had overturned all of that.

How could they not be enraged?

How could they not hate him?

Thus, the animosity between both sides was irreconcilable.

As Braydon stood near the entrance, he sensed someone approaching and turned around.  A middle-aged man with a mustache, a shrewd expression on his face, walked over.

“Friends, are you waiting for companions here?” he asked tentatively.

“No, just the two of us,” Icarus replied, shaking his head.

The mustached man extended an invitation.

“I can see you both have extraordinary auras.

Would you be interested in joining our team?

Including me, there are three of us.

With you two, we’d have better odds exploring.

The chances of survival would be high.” “A low-level transcendent team, led by a mid-level transcendent, would be ideal.” Braydon glanced over to see a man and woman standing off in the distance, appearing to be acquaintances.

They were all at the third level, as was Icarus.

Only Braydon had the lowest cultivation level, though his battle power was likely the greatest.

“Of course not,” the mustached man admitted with a wry smile.

“I’d love to have a level four lead, but you know such experts wouldn’t be interested in dragging us along…” His words, though blunt, were undoubtedly truthful.

“You’ve probably heard of the dangers inside,” Braydon nodded slightly.

“We’ll only explore the outer perimeter.

If we find something, we’ll retreat.

You both know that there must be shocking inheritances and treasures in such a mysterious place, but they’re not for us to take.” They lacked the strength to contend with the true rewards and attempting to claim the shocking inheritance or treasure would be suicidal.

Did they think high-level transcendents were powerless?

A level nine transcendent sought those very things.

For a low-level transcendent to attempt snatching them was foolishness from someone who had lived too long.

Braydon and Icarus exchanged a glance and chose to join the team.

After entering, they could part ways if needed.

With the Dlael Spiritual Sect in pursuit, joining a small team also offered some cover.

After Braydon learned the three individuals’ names, he and Icarus casually offered pseudonyms before entering the mystic realm.

The entrance was a vast expanse of white, hiding what lay inside.

Upon stepping through, Braydon felt weightless.

When the scenery settled, he found himself in another space.

Everywhere he looked, yellow sand stretched endlessly.

The sky was yellow, and storms raged across the land.  Ruins stretched far and wide, indicating this place was once the site of supreme power.  A great battle had devastated it.

The five-man team had only just arrived.

Behind them, a high-level transcendent entered.  As he passed, he sneered, “A mere low-level cultivator dares to come here to snatch treasures?

Truly reckless.” His disdain was clear, seeing these low-level experts as lambs to the slaughter.

Braydon and the others ignored him.

Challenging a high-level transcendent would be reckless.

The mustached man, Loy Haber, scanned the surroundings.

He seemed familiar with the place, pointing southeast.

“Follow me.” “You’ve been here before!” Icarus’s eyes brightened.

Many who had entered before regrouped outside.

Where were Loy’s previous teammates?

Were they killed by him or lost to an accident?

If there had been an accident, why was he the sole survivor?

Icarus and Braydon were no fools.

They kept their guard up, wary of being lured into a trap.

Loy took the initiative to explain.

“When I came here before, I found an underground palace in the outer area.

It was well-preserved, with a scripture chamber and an armory, but…” “But what?” The man and woman with them exchanged glances, greed glinting in their eyes.

If Loy spoke the truth, this trip could be a heaven-sent opportunity.

Even a modest reward would be enough to make one rich.

Braydon, however, caught a glimmer of suspicion in Loy’s eyes.

If this truly was a treasure trove, Loy would have taken it himself.

Why invite others and risk internal strife?

Loy continued, “The place was well-preserved, but a formation protected it.

Back then, seven of us stumbled in, thinking we’d struck it rich.

We accidentally triggered the formation, and everyone but me was killed.

I got lucky.” “What?” The female level-three transcendent frowned.

If that was true, it was indeed worrisome.

“I’ve since found a way to bypass the formation.

As long as you follow my instructions, I assure you’ll all reap great rewards,” Loy promised.

Despite his assurance, Braydon and Icarus exchanged glances, clearly skeptical.

If he had a solution, why bring them along?

Icarus whispered telepathically, “This guy’s tricking us.

Looks like he wants to use us as cannon fodder.” “Don’t worry about it.

Let’s go take a look,” Braydon replied.

Who exactly was Braydon?

This young man had inherited command of the Northern Army.  From a young age, he controlled a million elite soldiers, guarding the northern desert.

A hero raised in such circumstances couldn’t be underestimated.

No one could play Braydon for a fool.

They soon reached the site Loy mentioned.

Amidst the outer ruins stood a sky island, shattered and strewn across the ground, with the remains of transcendents lying around, still undecayed.