The Strongest War God

Chapter 2026: Five-Clawed Black Dragon Pearl Chapter 2026: Five-Clawed Black Dragon Pearl Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Instead, he casually asked Braydon Neal if he’d found anything valuable.

With a wave of his hand, Braydon revealed a large pile of snow spirit stones.

“We got these right after we entered.

There’s an Omnidirectional Stone Array in the land of inheritance.

Inside, there are multiple worlds—and even tenth-level great beasts.

It’s beyond our reach.” “Tenth-level great beasts?” Icarus Jacome’s eyes widened in shock.

He could hardly believe there was a level ten creature lurking in that place.

What a joke!

Such a being could kill them with a mere breath.

“Kreig Jordahl is actually a double level ten.

If he hadn’t fallen back then, he’d likely have four absolutes by now.” Braydon glanced at Kreig Jordahl.

Kreig smiled faintly at Braydon’s remark.

“Many things are unpredictable.

I faced a great tribulation because it was meant to be; I can’t blame anyone.” Dare he complain?

The mysterious force that struck him down could have killed him as easily as crushing an ant.

He was lucky to have survived at all.

Holding grudges wasn’t wise.  Should he reach level ten again, that same force would likely obliterate him if he bore any resentment.  And as Braydon was Gadin Jennings’s disciple, certain matters were best left unsaid.

Icarus exhaled sharply, realizing just how much Braydon knew.

“Imagine if we could obtain the double tenth-level inheritance!” In Icarus’s mind, that would be a golden opportunity.

Kreig looked at Braydon, chuckling.

“A tenth-level inheritance might sound powerful, but to some, it’s not even worth mentioning.” “True,” Icarus agreed.

“If a being strong enough to eliminate tenth level cultivators was involved, how terrifying must that power have been?” The three of them walked together through the saint region.

Braydon chuckled to himself, wondering what kind of discovery by the Heavenly Court or the current saint region had triggered such a catastrophe.  Some things, he knew, would only bring trouble if he pursued them.

As they walked, they unknowingly moved closer to the inner region, now near the core.  Around them lay broken walls and deep ravines; the once-great saint region was now in ruins.

Above, high-level beings flew toward the core area.

“The saint region’s master once resided in the core palace,” Kreig explained.

“Many others also dwelled here.

The palace is in this area.” Kreig hadn’t chosen to die in the core area but had hidden deep in the mountains.  He had his reasons; he hadn’t perished completely and had left behind his true body to live another life.  Keeping a low profile was essential.

“They’re all dead, aren’t they?” Braydon asked casually, though the question was significant.  If any of those beings still lived, it could spell trouble.

Kreig considered it carefully.

“Most of them are certainly gone.

But I doubt the former master of the saint region would go down so easily.

The one who attacked us back then was ruthless, treating us like mere insects.

But I sense they didn’t enjoy killing…” “Didn’t enjoy killing?” Icarus scoffed.

“The saint region was wiped clean of transcendents.

That doesn’t sound like a pacifist to me.” Kreig replied calmly, “That power destroyed this place with one blow.

Though the saint region’s master took the brunt, his body may have perished, but his soul could still make a comeback.” “Ultimately, it’s a matter of whether that force even cared to kill him.” In essence, it came down to whether that force deemed his life worth extinguishing, much like Gadin.

If that being had truly been intent on killing Gadin, no amount of lives could save him.

“Yes.” Kreig nodded.

Just then, a seventh-level transcendent streaked past, releasing a terrifying pressure at low altitude.  The force swept over them, sending Braydon and the others flying; the power of level seven was not something they could resist.

“Hmph, ants like you dare to come here seeking treasures.” The expert halted, glancing at them with disdain.

This was no place for low-level transcendents.

Braydon observed him calmly as he strode off, then asked, “Any way to kill him?” “Yes.” Kreig grinned.

“But it’d be a waste on him.” He had tricks up his sleeve.  Techniques from the past could gravely injure, even kill, a tenth-level being.  But there were no tenth-level cultivators around.

As Kreig’s true body, he possessed remnants from his previous life.

“Then let’s wait a few days, bring a few along, and check it out,” Braydon decided.

“No problem.” Kreig glanced at Braydon’s left hand, chuckling.

“You’ve got a few tricks yourself.

In a fight to the death, that guy wouldn’t stand a chance.” “But starting a battle here would attract others,” Braydon cautioned, knowing that anyone here likely had a powerful faction behind them or at least some nearby companions.  Attacking a high-level expert unprovoked would be reckless.

The three moved into the core area.

Ahead, a towering, cloud-piercing palace loomed.  Broken at the waist and tilted, it was surrounded by transcendent experts, all circling it.  No one had yet entered; although they’d found the resting place of the saint region’s master, even a level nine intruder would perish inside.

“He’s not dead!” Kreig announced with certainty.

Braydon was surprised.

“The master who once ruled here—he’s still alive?” “He’s not dead.

I can sense his aura—it’s the Forbidden Fetal Birth Technique!” Kreig’s eyes gleamed.  His cultivation may seem modest, but his soul was that of the old Kreig, giving him keen perception.

“He’s not dead yet,” Braydon murmured.

“This could be our chance.” “You want to strike a deal?” Kreig guessed Braydon’s intentions.  Few in the world could bargain with such an entity—except for Braydon.  And Braydon had the capital to negotiate, for he had a terrifying figure backing him.

“Worth a shot,” Braydon said with a grin.

“But those people won’t let you in, and even if they do, they won’t let you leave.” Kreig looked up, watching the crowd hovering around the hall.