The Strongest War God

Chapter 2016: The Yeti Actor Chapter 2016: The Yeti Actor Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation He seemed to have seen through the mystery of this place with a single glance, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

This place was truly his own blessed land!

He could also tell that Signe Gaul and Ingvar Zabala were struggling against the Omnidirectional Stone Array; they couldn’t break it anytime soon.

“Follow me into the formation,” Scipio Langdon commanded decisively.

Ingvar and Signe were trapped in the array, unable to move forward or retreat.

With the constantly shifting formation, their path of escape had already changed completely.

Scipio paid them no mind; he’d deal with them after securing the inheritance.

If they were forced to leave now, word might spread, attracting experts from other major forces and jeopardizing the interests of the Lotus Feather Pavilion.

Scipio led his people into the Omnidirectional Stone Array.

All around, stones covered the ground.

The place looked naturally formed, with rockmen and wild beasts forming the foundation of the array.

Upon entering, the members of the Lotus Feather Pavilion found their surroundings transforming; they were now in a vast world.

Then, thousands of smaller worlds began to unfold.

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Countless people were separated, each still within the greater world.

Scipio’s commanding voice rang out: “Though this space is dangerous, it’s also an opportunity for training.

There are resources here you can use to hone your skills.

Collect whatever you can, and bring it back to the sect.

The elders will refine them for you free of charge.” This was a benefit of the Lotus Feather Pavilion.

It was also a gift from Scipio.

The thousands of disciples were thrilled.

Some of the elders recognized the extraordinary nature of this world.

Only the five pavilion masters possessed a secret technique that allowed them to sense each other’s locations.  They moved quickly through the small worlds that confined them, unhindered even by the larger worlds, making their way toward the platform.

Braydon Neal, on the other hand, was quite relaxed, finding himself in a small world.

The world of snow.

Snow blanketed 800,000 miles of this realm.

Here, strange creatures thrived, each one a being of transcendence.

It was as if they belonged here innately.

Transcendent beings by nature, limited by innate restrictions.

They were white yetis, each standing three meters tall, covering the landscape in vast numbers.

Even their strengths varied.

When Braydon appeared, these creatures immediately attacked him.

A wave of transcendent energy, infused with ice and snow, engulfed him.

Braydon let out a cold snort, and an item appeared in his hand.

A three-foot black sword, now unsheathed!

Swoosh!

With a single strike, he cleaved through the world.

The three yetis before him, each on par with level-one transcendents, were instantly slain.

Their bodies were white, with internal organs like a human’s, yet in their chests lay a crystal-clear white stone.

In the distance, a man in a shabby robe appeared, carrying a wine bottle.

“This is a Snow Spirit Stone,” he said, “It’s worth a lot.

One of these could get you ten level-one transcendent pills.” “Elder Juntenen!” Braydon gave a slight nod.

This was the unique quality of the Lotus Feather Pavilion; elders held a revered status.  Elder Juntenen was from the Path Lotus Sect and was once a famed elder known for his carefree nature and love for drinking.

Even the five pavilion masters would need to show him respect.

After all, he was one of the founding elders.

His seniority within the Path Lotus Sect was unmatched.

Back when Elder Juntenen was active, the five pavilion masters had still been disciples.

Such was his standing.

Elder Juntenen looked at Braydon and said, “You’re no ordinary kid.

Let me ask you something.

Where’s your soul?” “It ran off…” Braydon couldn’t understand why everyone was so curious about the whereabouts of his soul.

Ancient souls often wandered, never returning home.

He felt a bit exasperated.

“It ran off?” Elder Juntenen was dumbfounded.

“It really did.” Braydon wasn’t lying.

Elder Juntenen muttered, “Strange… But you, why aren’t you staying in the universe?

What are you doing out here?” “Hmm?” Braydon hadn’t expected this old man to see through his strength so easily.

Elder Juntenen replied lazily, “It’s a bit early for you to be coming to the intense battlefield out here.

Still, you’re doing well, adapting smoothly.

How about you come with me and become my wine boy?” “I’m used to being idle.” Braydon declined right away.

What a ridiculous thought!

This old man actually dared to consider it!

Elder Juntenen sighed with regret, “I had an opportunity, and I wanted to pass it on to a disciple from my sect.

But some people just don’t know a good thing when they see it!” Braydon was speechless.

Could the hint be any more obvious?

But what kind of opportunity could it be?

Braydon’s cultivation had already reached the immortal great celestial realm.

One more step, and he’d reach the peak.

There were four peak realms, and after that was transcendence.

Braydon had already chosen the path of transcendence.

No external inheritance would be of any use to him.

Unless it involved that mysterious sword path.

However, that sword path was already hidden within him, with a sword seed taking root in his body.

Outside resources only served to temper Braydon’s own abilities.

“No,” Elder Juntenen shook his head.

“You should continue training here.” With that, he raised his hand to collect the floating Snow Spirit Stone, extracting its essence and soaking it in wine, savoring it with delight.

Braydon left him alone.

In this small world, he began slaughtering yetis.

yetis below level three posed no challenge to him.

But level three and above offered stronger resistance.

Until recently, Braydon had less than a 10% chance of defeating a level-four transcendent.

Now, however, he was in the immortal great celestial realm.

Against a level-four transcendent, he had a fifty-fifty chance.

The gap between level three and level four was just one level.

But in reality, it was the difference between a low-level and mid-level transcendent.

The strength difference was vast.

In just one day, Braydon had slain tens of thousands of yetis with his long sword.

The Snow Spirit Stones were valuable.

After all, who could have too much wealth?

His relentless slaughter eventually provoked the stronger yetis.

A level-five yeti led the charge, with eight level-four yetis chasing and surrounding him, determined to kill the one who’d wantonly slain their kin.

Braydon didn’t hesitate—he turned and fled.

Facing a level-four yeti was manageable.

But eight level-four yetis and one level-five?

If he got caught, the outcome was almost certain death.

Braydon fled decisively, concealing his aura and altering his appearance to resemble a clumsy yeti.  He climbed a snowy mountain, blending in with the many yetis coming and going, who didn’t seem particularly intelligent.

He climbed the steps, moving further up the mountain.

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

The level-five yeti arrived, eyes fierce, scanning the area.

“Investigate.

Find him at all costs.” “Yes, sir!” The eight level-four yetis descended onto the mountain and split off in eight directions to search.

Braydon trudged up the mountain, looking harmless and slightly dazed.  His aura remained calm, though he stayed on high alert, prepared to flee at any moment.

Surrounded by first-tier yetis, he moved cautiously up and down the mountain.

The level-five yeti walked down the mountain steps, brushing past Braydon, a hint of suspicion in its gaze.

It turned and shouted, “Stop!”