The Strongest War God

Chapter 2015: Three Fighting for Dominance Chapter 2015: Three Fighting for Dominance Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “You’re not lying.” Haskell Setzer’s eyes lit up, as though he could see the shock from afar.

“Deceiving the Lotus Feather Pavilion gains me nothing,” Braydon Neal replied with a faint smile.

Haskell remained still, pausing three thousand miles away as if awaiting someone.

An hour later, thousands of people approached from the southeast and northwest.

The four pavilion masters, a thousand pavilion elders, and a group of young disciples—nearly all the core forces of the Lotus Feather Pavilion—had gathered.

“Haskell, is the news confirmed?” a young man in a purple robe asked.

“Yes, big brother.

The news is absolutely true,” Haskell replied, pointing to a distant black mountain peak.

The purple-robed youth, Scipio Langdon, led the five pavilion masters.  His power was formidable, nearly reaching the tenth level realm.  He was intent on breaking through on his own and would share this level ten inheritance with his four brothers.

He tossed a storage ring to Braydon, saying calmly, “Young man, you’ve done well.

The Lotus Feather Pavilion won’t mistreat you.

Inside are ten sets of level nine transcendent pills.

From now on, you are an internal disciple of the Lotus Feather Pavilion.

Under the Lotus Feather Pavilion’s protection, even the Dlael Spiritual Sect won’t dare to touch you.” “Thank you, Pavilion Master Langdon,” Braydon replied, though a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.  If he knew that Braydon killed three of their pavilion masters back then, he’d probably turn him to ashes.

But he kept his identity hidden.

Scipio then spoke decisively.

“If we delay, the opportunity may vanish.

Move in!” “Yes, sir!” The members of the Lotus Feather Pavilion charged forward, heading straight toward the black hill.

Two seventh-level transcendents stood guard at the entrance.

They shouted in alarm, “The Lotus Feather Pavilion is here!

Warn the others—” Without hesitation, Scipio attacked, his peak ninth level transcendent Realm power obliterating the guards instantly.

For everyone here, the goal was the level ten inheritance, and anyone blocking the path was doomed.

Even though the door to the black hill was partially open, entry without a key remained a challenge.  The key was with Ingvar Zabala, the sect master of the Dlael Spiritual Sect, while Signe Gaul from the White Lotus Sacred Cloud Sect was also present.

Inside, the commotion outside quickly drew attention.

“What?” Ingvar’s face darkened, turning to her companion.

“Did you leak the news to the Lotus Feather Pavilion?” “Ridiculous!” his companion retorted.

Long ago, the White Lotus Sacred Cloud Sect and the Lotus Feather Pavilion both originated from the Path Lotus Sect, which had split after bitter infighting.  Its nine founding members each formed their own sects, the most terrifying of which was the Lotus Feather Pavilion.

The five pavilion masters were all from the Path Lotus Sect.

“If you didn’t leak the news, how did they find out?” Ingvar’s expression turned grim.

“Perhaps your sect’s disciples aren’t so discreet themselves?” his companion suggested.

Ingvar clenched his jaw.

He knew all too well the ruthless ambition of the Lotus Feather Pavilion.

If they gained entry, neither the Dlael Spiritual Sect nor the White Lotus Sacred Cloud Sect would stand a chance.

With a strong enemy outside, Ingvar decided, “No matter how strong the black door is, it should hold them off briefly.

Let’s use this time to break the array.” “This Omnidirectional Stone Array interlocks ten layered spaces, evolving into three thousand greater worlds and over five hundred thousand small worlds.

It could take us ten thousand years to unravel it fully,” Signe said, frustrated.

Ahead, a black-robed figure sat motionless on a high platform, within arm’s reach yet inaccessible.  Breaking through even a fraction of the Omnidirectional Stone Array would be arduous.

Outside, Scipio carefully studied the patterns on the black door, techniques left by a tenth level transcendent.  He was in no rush to enter; instead, he focused on understanding the patterns, sinking into deep contemplation.

Meanwhile, the other four pavilion masters lacked Scipio’s insight into tenth level techniques.

Time slipped away, unnoticed by Scipio, as he remained absorbed for a full three years, his mind completely fixed on the technique.  To a high-level cultivator like him, time held little significance.

Braydon, meanwhile, blended with the crowd, quietly cultivating.  His power had already reached the immortal celestial realm, though he still had much to achieve before reaching the immortal great celestial realm and the peak of the immortal path.

Over the years, Braydon’s strength grew, fueled by the borrowed power of ten thousand banished immortals, ultimately achieving the immortal celestial realm.  For him, this breakthrough within three years was entirely reasonable, though relying on himself would have taken much longer.

Emerging from his quiet cultivation, Braydon noticed Saverio Brodsky arrive.

“The Pavilion Master has not finished comprehending?” Braydon asked.

Saverio shook his head.

“The pavilion master excels in the path of space, and the technique on this door just happens to involve space.

It’s natural for him to take longer.” Suddenly, the black hill shook, and the door opened.

Scipio’s eyes snapped open, his aura now noticeably stronger.

“Big Brother, you…” Haskell asked in amazement.

“A level ten technique is truly fearsome,” Scipio replied.

“Who would’ve thought this senior’s wisdom was embedded in this door?

If I can fully comprehend it, I could reach the tenth level.” Haskell’s eyes widened.

“Then, big brother, you mean…?” “Even without a level ten path, I will break through within ten thousand years,” Scipio said with unwavering confidence.

Through the door’s runes, he had found a path to advancement.

The other pavilion masters celebrated.

“In advance, we wish you success, Big Brother!” “Enough.

We can’t let these treasures fall to mere mortals,” Scipio said, stepping forward into the chamber, followed by the Lotus Feather Pavilion disciples.

Meanwhile, the White Lotus Sacred Cloud Sect and the Dlael Spiritual Sect stayed alert.  Ingvar, looking over his shoulder, clenched his teeth in frustration.

“Scipio!” Signe echoed his disdain, knowing all too well the bitter rivalry between these ancient sects, a feud that had led to their original division.

“So, the Omnidirectional Stone Array,” Scipio murmured as he examined the space-warping enchantments.

“It holds the power of life itself?”