The Strongest War God

Chapter 2013: Lotus Feather Pavilion Chapter 2013: Lotus Feather Pavilion Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “If it was that easy to obtain, wouldn’t the Dlael Spiritual Sect have already claimed it all for themselves?” Signe Gaul saw through their intentions.

If the item were that easy to get, the Dlael Spiritual Sect would surely keep it for themselves rather than sharing the news with the White Lotus Sacred Cloud Sect.

The two families began discussing the Omnidirectional Stone Array.

Inside, there were countless treasures.

The Dlael Spiritual Sect would claim 60%, though they initially aimed for 70%.  Due to the third elder’s influence, however, the sect had to compromise.

After all, the Dlael Spiritual Sect had been the first to discover the Omnidirectional Stone Array and had invited the White Lotus Sacred Cloud Sect.

No matter what, they deserved the larger share.

Signe turned to the white-robed woman beside him.

“Ingrid,” he said in a serious tone, “we’ll depart with Sect Leader Ingvar in two hours.” “Yes, sir!” The tall woman in the white dress had a strikingly cold, dignified beauty.

She was a vice leader in the White Lotus Sacred Cloud Sect, standing just below the leader himself.

When the two groups finished preparations, they took to the air.

Their movement drew attention, but few dared to entertain any ideas.

The alliance of two powerful factions wasn’t something ordinary people would provoke.

Braydon Neal and Icarus Jacome were traveling slowly when they suddenly looked up at the sky.  Amid the dark crowd of thousands, they recognized members of the Dlael Spiritual Sect.

“Isn’t that someone from the Dlael Spiritual Sect?” Icarus asked, surprised.

“Hmm?” Braydon, not missing the White Lotus Sacred Cloud Sect members, replied.  These two families had a blood feud.  Why were they traveling together so peacefully?

Braydon’s eyes sharpened.

“If they’re joining forces, there must be a huge benefit they can’t handle alone.” “You think it’s the treasure they’ve found?” Icarus’s eyes lit up.

“Yes.” Braydon nodded.

“With the higher-ups involved, the place they’re heading to must be dangerous.

But we could still get in on it.” “No way.

To a high-level transcendent, we’re just ants to be crushed.” Icarus was shocked Braydon wanted to get involved.

Braydon smiled.

“Of course, we can’t act recklessly.

We’ll use our usual methods.” He continued following the group.

Icarus tagged along, nervously saying, “They’ll take action if we get too close.” “Let’s just see.” Braydon didn’t waver.

It wasn’t only the two of them tailing the forces—thousands were following, all suspecting the Dlael Spiritual Sect and the White Lotus Sacred Cloud Sect had discovered a treasure.

Why else would the leaders mobilize so much power?

When they reached the inner region, Ingvar Zabala stopped and turned around.

“Everyone, aren’t you tired from following us?” he asked coldly.

Whoosh!

At the warning, the followers turned to flee.

As the Dlael Spiritual Sect attacked, low-level transcendents couldn’t escape and were killed instantly.

Both sects left two high-level transcendents behind to guard the rear.

Four level seven transcendents remained to deal with any followers.

Braydon and Icarus kept a safe distance, but if they got any closer, they’d surely die.

With four high-level experts as guardians, the area had become a restricted zone.

Anyone who approached would be attacked.

Soon, Ingvar and the others disappeared from view.

They concealed their aura and location.

“Enter my small world,” Braydon said, disdainful.

“You still won’t give up?” Icarus was wide-eyed as he was pulled into the small world.

Braydon’s aura became extremely restrained.

With a thought, he executed one hundred thousand flying shadows.

The white flying shadows were Lukyan Flerov’s Reverse Flying Immortal Strike.

Like immortals, the shadows scattered, searching for Ingvar and the others.

Soon, Braydon sensed their direction.

Ingvar and her group had traveled 20,000 miles east into an endless desolate mountain range.

It was a mountain range marked by past battles.

All life had perished, leaving bones and withered vegetation.

Ingvar led them deep into the range, stopping at the foot of a low black mountain.

From afar, it looked like just another hill, but a black door was hidden behind it.

Now, the door was locked, with its plaque shattered.

The black iron door bore carvings of birds and beasts, marked by a weapon’s piercing blow.

Raising a black token, Ingvar unleashed a black light that struck the door.

Kakaka!

The black iron door creaked open.

Inside, there was a grotto with its own heaven and earth.

Ingvar entered first, followed by Signe and others.

The White Lotus Sacred Cloud Sect members were stunned by the sight within.

Ten thousand people knelt, bowing to the high platform ahead.

On the platform, a man with disheveled hair sat on a white jade throne, draped in a black robe.

Though his aura was severed, his residual pressure was palpable.

A Level 10 creature!

Since the Dlael Spiritual Sect had found this place, no one had reached the platform, nor could they approach it.

“Don’t go near them,” Ingvar warned.

“Their corpses have consciousness.

If they awaken, it would be disastrous.” Ten thousand corpses, including eight level nine transcendents and dozens of level eight transcendents, were kneeling there.

If they all revived, even at 60–70% of their original power, they would be formidable.

If all of them attacked, even Ingvar couldn’t handle it.

Signe observed, carefully navigating away from the crowd.  The surrounding areas were treacherous, filled with partial killing formations.

He could easily die here.

Unnoticed, a white light lay atop the door, observing everything inside.

Ten thousand miles away, Braydon, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, a knowing smile appearing.

The time to stir things up had arrived.

But he needed patience.

The transcendents of the Dlael Spiritual Sect hadn’t entered yet.

If he spread the news prematurely, he’d be killed instantly.

So he waited, cross-legged, seemingly meditating.

Few people would discover him in this hidden spot.

In the distance, a group of eight or nine young people appeared.  They flew toward Braydon, slowing as they approached.

These nine had imposing auras, each with considerable cultivation.

Among them were five level-three transcendents, three level-four transcendents, and one level-five transcendent.

Their matching robes bore an embroidered flower on the chest.

The nine-petaled red lotus.

Braydon recognized them as disciples of the Lotus Feather Pavilion.

Braydon’s power held deep roots.

In Kaius Merkle’s lifetime, he had fought his way to madness beyond the stars, killing three pavilion masters of the Lotus Feather Pavilion, sealing a blood feud.