The Strongest War God

Chapter 2024: The Appearance of the True Body Chapter 2024: The Appearance of the True Body Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The meaning of these words was naturally clear in his heart.

Braydon Neal had inherited that terrifying legacy.

If he could form a good relationship with Braydon, he might one day rely on him when he reappeared in the future.  Because of this, his expression shifted as he realized that a distinguished guest had arrived at his cave abode.

Even if Braydon was considered a good-for-nothing, Kreig Jordahl still had to treat him with respect, simply because he had any connection with someone of that stature.

He was not someone to be provoked.

That terrifying figure had wiped out the Heavenly Court and destroyed the saint region.  How terrifying.  He was definitely not someone they could challenge.  Though the mysterious figure had killed them, they still lived.  But who would dare hold a grudge?

Who would seek revenge?

The difference was too vast!

To others, beings like them were as lowly as ants.

After contemplating this, and under everyone’s watchful eyes, a powerful wind swept the great world where Braydon resided, with rain pouring and snow drifting for 100,000 miles.  The scene before Braydon changed abruptly, and he suddenly disappeared.

When Braydon came back to his senses, he found himself in a world filled with birds and flowers.  A white-robed youth with a handsome face and innocent eyes looked at Braydon and greeted him.

“Kreig Jordahl greets you, Brother!” “Kreig?” Braydon’s eyes lit up.  Kreig hadn’t died, and his true body was hidden here—this was his life gate.  Though not yet at his peak, he had chosen to reveal his true form to meet Braydon as a sign of honesty.

Reflecting on this, Braydon couldn’t help but smile.

“The environment here isn’t bad.” “Back then, the saint region faced a catastrophe for prying into forbidden matters.

We died and were left to struggle here, clinging to life,” Kreig admitted, lowering his stance.

Braydon smiled, aware of Kreig’s fear.  If not for that mysterious existence, Kreig would not be in such a state, nor would he even look at him, let alone meet him in person.

“You’re too humble,” Braydon said.

“Since ancient times, countless level nine transcendents have existed, but it’s incredibly hard to reach level ten.

Your achievement of level ten is a testament to your talent—a true genius of your generation.” “If you’re interested, take a look at this minor technique.” With that, a golden light flew from Kreig’s forehead, containing his legacy and years of cultivation insights.  Gadin Jennings had once requested his cultivation method, and the young Kreig had not refused—not out of friendship but because of Gadin’s ambitions to surpass his former self.

Knowing this, Kreig saw little value in clinging to his technique, especially when compared to Braydon’s terrifying legacy.

Braydon accepted it without hesitation, recognizing Kreig’s technique as a useful reference, and thought he might later teach it to disciples of the Northern Army.  A double level ten technique wasn’t something one could buy with money.

Most importantly, Kreig didn’t just practice double level ten techniques—he used his path as a foundation to integrate other outer paths, aiming to create a new path.  This meant Kreig was far from content; even the three absolutes couldn’t restrain him.

As Braydon received the technique, he closed his eyes in thought.

“This technique resembles Colette Kepner’s Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art.” “Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art?” Kreig was surprised; Colette Kepner had not even been born when he died.

“An old friend,” Braydon chuckled, “but your technique isn’t comparable to Colette’s.” Kreig didn’t take offense and admitted, “All things in the world were born at the dawn of primordial chaos.

Many geniuses have emerged throughout history.

I don’t believe any single technique is the strongest.” After all, Braydon’s sword art was inherited from that mysterious and terrifying figure.

Where did Kreig’s claims stand in comparison?

As they spoke, Braydon said, “Back then, the saint region’s actions led to a great calamity.” “This…” Kreig’s expression changed as he looked skyward, feeling cautious.  Certain things he dared not speak of, even more so than Gadin.  He feared that speaking of them would bring disaster.

“Brother,” he said with a bitter smile, “please don’t make things difficult.

Your master likely knows best.

Why ask me?” The master had glimpsed something, told no one, and triggered a catastrophe that wiped out many disciples in confusion.

Braydon chuckled, knowing he would get little information from Kreig.

After their conversation, Braydon stood up lazily and remarked, “This place is truly a paradise, but not ideal for cultivation.

Stay here too long, and it might nurture your spirit but destroy your martial prowess.” Kreig, too, understood that his reluctance to leave stemmed from a fear of reigniting that terrifying figure’s killing intent.  The saint rgion had been wiped out after all.

Braydon reassured him, “Years have passed.

As long as you keep your secrets, they won’t trouble you.” Though skeptical, Kreig was delighted.

The world was vast, and he longed to explore it and regain his peak.

“Brother, if you don’t mind, shall we adventure together?” Kreig proposed with a respectful bow.

“Sure.” With no grudges between them, Braydon accepted, seeing value in Kreig’s technique.  Together, they left Kreig’s sanctuary without hesitation, even abandoning the Omnidirectional Stone Array, leaving others trapped within.

Standing on the high platform, Braydon glanced at Kreig, who cupped his hands and said, “Brother!” “A thread of obsession suppresses the body while hiding the true soul in darkness,” Braydon remarked with a smile.

“An impressive technique.”