The Strongest War God

Chapter 2029: Taboo Questions Chapter 2029: Taboo Questions Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation It was just a technique he had cultivated.

So be it.

How could that be more important than his own life?

No matter how reluctant he was in his heart, Lennon Jury also knew that after his death, everything would be for nothing.

On the other hand, if he escaped and survived, he would have limitless possibilities ahead.

Braydon Neal closed his eyes for two hours to absorb Lennon’s cultivation method.  There was indeed something remarkable about an existence that could surpass level ten.  An existence capable of creating a great cosmos had grasped the path of life to its fullest.  Life wasn’t created but held the mysteries of evolution and reproduction.

The birth of a great cosmos gave rise to more than ten thousand races.  Even a million races couldn’t overcome it.  Yet, in such a vast cosmos, small races perished every day, and new ones were born.

“Who left behind the construction method of the great cosmos?” Braydon wondered, frowning.

He had pinpointed the core of the matter.

Not only had Braydon obtained Lennon’s technique, but he had also acquired Gadin Jennings’ technique.

The dual laws mirrored each other.

Braydon noticed that the construction methods of the two great cosmoses were almost identical.  If that was true, then the construction method for all eight great cosmoses was likely crafted by a single person, with successors merely inheriting it.

At that moment— Whoosh!

The surrounding space distorted and cracked.  An ancient pair of green eyes appeared, staring into this world.  Their cold gaze was bone-chilling, as though they intended to freeze Braydon’s blood.

“What’s that?” Kreig Jordahl was horrified.

“Mysterious… so mysterious!” Bang!

The golden coffin closed again, sealing off all auras.  Lennon, clearly alarmed, shut the coffin again.  He had evidently encountered this presence before and still held a profound fear of it.

Braydon was equally shaken, and countless thoughts surged through his mind.  He realized that he might have spoken a forbidden truth, drawing the green eyes with his question.

When the shadow appeared, it fixed its gaze on Braydon for two seconds before slowly turning and vanishing.

At the same time, the nine small black swords on Braydon’s body faintly vibrated, as if sensing their master’s presence.

In an instant, Braydon’s consciousness was pulled into an endless dark universe.

A man in a green robe stood on a boat with his hands behind his back.  Beneath him flowed an endless river of time, filled with gleaming points of light.  Within each speck of light lay a great cosmos, and every moment, it seemed, a great cosmos was being destroyed.

“Unpeaceful,” he murmured with a hint of resignation in his calmness.

“I didn’t expect that a simple question would stir you.” “Is that a casual question?” The green-robed man chuckled and shook his head.

“I traced the origins of the great cosmos and even shared the construction method with you.

That provoked the green eye to appear.

If it hadn’t seen my sword, it would’ve captured your soul and abandoned your body today… Hmm, where’s your soul?” “He ran away,” Braydon answered bluntly, vaguely remembering answering this question several times before.

The man in green said calmly, “The method to construct a great cosmos originates from the True Void Realm.

Anyone with the chance can comprehend it themselves.

You still have a long path ahead.

Don’t be impatient.” “It was just a coincidence,” Braydon thought, realizing there was no benefit in knowing certain things yet.

The green-robed man nodded slightly.

“Gadin and Lennon’s cultivation are shortcuts.

Using shortcuts to enter the True Void Realm will inevitably lead to their death.

Kreigh’s path is the righteous path!” “Hmm?” Braydon was jolted, and his consciousness returned to his body.

He now understood why forces like the saint region and Heavenly Court had been exterminated, and why these figures still managed to endure.

Gadin was slain and dethroned, as was Lennon.

Kreig and others needed to cultivate anew.

Inadvertently, Braydon grasped the green-robed man’s intentions: he sought to re-cultivate and embark on the righteous path.  If he stubbornly pursued shortcuts, death awaited.

Clearly, Gadin had already understood this.  He had gone as far as to directly ask Kreig for the cultivation method.

Braydon opened his eyes and found the golden coffin shut tight.  Inside, Lennon’s corpse was trembling, visibly terrified.

Kreig was also in fear.

When the green-eyed shadow appeared, it had shaken them both.

“Are we still going to retrieve that sword?” Braydon wondered aloud.

“I’m not going.

Get lost!” came the fearful response from the evil child, clearly eager to be rid of Braydon, who he saw as a jinx.

Braydon hadn’t expected to be so despised.

After a long silence, Kreig said, “Braydon, this is no small matter.

We should plan carefully…” “It’s fine.

To you, it’s mystery and fear.

To me, it’s manageable.” Braydon kept his knowledge close.  Revealing too much wasn’t wise; it would be better to avoid sharing what the man in green had told him.

After all, if he needed to explain why the Heavenly Court and the saint region had fallen, he could simply provide the truth.

But since the man in green remained silent, Braydon would too.

Hearing this, Kreig cast a thoughtful glance at the Heart-killing Sword in Braydon’s hand, seeming to understand something as he turned to leave.

Icarus Jacome, leaning against the iron door of the hall, had long wanted to flee this godforsaken place.

As soon as the door opened a crack— “Wait!” The golden coffin lid flew open, revealing a trace of confusion.

“Aren’t you afraid of the Green Eyes?

Is someone backing you?” he asked.

“You’re not stupid.” Braydon stopped and smiled.

“Help me!” Lennon demanded decisively.

“No.” “What?

You took my cultivation method and all its benefits, and you promised to help me…” “But you asked me to leave.” “You bastard!

Always wanting something in return!” The evil corpse fetus within Lennon’s body erupted in curses.

“You’re a scoundrel!

You took my cultivation method and lied!

Shameless, filthy…” Braydon was left speechless.

After venting, Lennon seemed to relent.

“Help me again,” he said, “Name your price.” “Ten thousand years of your company,” Braydon responded.

“In your dreams!” the evil corpse fetus roared.

“Even if I die, I won’t agree to slavery.

So what if my soul’s scattered?

So what if I’m trapped here?

If it means being a slave, I’d rather die!” … “Hey, wait!

“Don’t go!

Please, release the Heart-killing Sword and let me out, okay?

“Fellow friend, Brother Neal… “Lord Neal, please accept my bow!” The cunning evil corpse fetus was desperate, nearly losing his sanity.  Initially, he had sensed Kreig wasn’t dead and allowed him in.  After realizing Braydon’s identity, he thought he had a chance to escape.

But this “jinx” had barely been here fifteen minutes and had already summoned the mysterious green-eyed shadow, scaring him to death.

Yet, rather than apologizing, this “jinx” wanted to extort him!

It was too much!

Despite his anger, Lennon knew this was his last chance.

Braydon paused, looking at the golden coffin.

“You begged me.

If it’s too much for you, then forget it.”