The Strongest War God

Chapter 2042: The Golden Sacred Bell Chapter 2042: The Golden Sacred Bell Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “Hmm?” “You died a long time ago,” Braydon Neal said softly.

“Colette was born a long time ago.” “Some things can transcend time.” “That woman went back in time and witnessed my death,” Rusty Neal said.

“She even talked to that mysterious and terrifying teacher behind you.” “Go play somewhere else.” Braydon didn’t want to say more.

He knew that the more he spoke, the easier it would be for others to guess who he and Rusty truly were.

At this moment, Scipio Langdon finally arrived.

What was Braydon’s background?

Look at his tone.

Why did it feel like he was very familiar with Empress Colette Kepner?

Moreover, they seemed to be of the same generation and had a close relationship.

Someone who was related to the empress… They were not to be trifled with!

The Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, known as a Half-step Forbidden Land, had been destroyed by the Great Empress back then.

She was a creature of the forbidden zone.

Iosif Lesko also realized he had gotten himself into trouble.

“Who are you?” he asked seriously.

“Why do you know the secrets of the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain?” “The Thousand Buddha Mountain belongs to those old monks.

Your dragon and phoenix tribes are merely their mounts.” Braydon’s words were shocking.

The interior of the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain was very mysterious.

Those who knew about it were all important figures.

Iosif’s expression turned grim, and a faint killing intent surfaced.

“Little thing, show me!” Rusty stuffed a piece of sweet cake into his mouth, his cheeks puffed out like a cute baby.  From his pocket, he took out a golden copper bell and waved his chubby little hand.

“Let me see you move!” “This is…” Many high-level cultivators looked over, their expressions increasingly shocked.

“It looks a little like the Golden Sacred Bell recorded in ancient texts,” a level nine muttered.

“The Golden Sacred Bell has been lost for countless years.

It’s impossible for it to appear again.” “This thing is probably an imitation,” someone whispered.

“This is the real thing!” Rusty said unhappily.

“Big, big, big!” His small body activated the golden bell, and it grew with the wind, transforming into a massive golden bell etched with mysterious runes.  It seemed as if it had been crafted by the heavens.  Braydon’s expression shifted slightly as he sensed the supreme power of the great path emanating from the bell.

A level ten eon artifact.

It was as powerful as a level ten transcendent.

“What?!” Everyone was stunned, feeling the pressure.

“Why is the Golden Sacred Bell, which rivals the Eastern Emperor Bell, in your hands?” “Are you a descendant of the Golden family?” The Golden family was legendary.

They had disappeared long ago, but even now, their name inspired awe.

They had been an existence with numerous tenth level experts but were ultimately destroyed by a mysterious and terrifying force.

All their treasures had scattered across the world, reappearing sporadically over endless years.

Now, something connected to the Golden family had appeared—in the hands of a child!

The dragon flames were cowed, daring not to move.

Even Scipio, a tenth level existence, was wary of the Golden Sacred Bell.

“Are you incapable of not showing off?” Braydon asked, looking at Rusty.

“What’s wrong?

This is mine.

Can’t I play with it?” Rusty retorted like an unfilial son, constantly talking back.

“Put it away,” Braydon said calmly.

“I don’t… fine.” He reluctantly put the bell away.

Only then did the envious gazes surrounding them subside, though they carried deeper implications.

This young man was too mysterious!

Braydon turned and left the banquet, taking Rusty with him.  As he departed, he left a message.

“I have a history with the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain.

If I have the chance, I’ll definitely visit in the future.” “Then we’ll wait for you!” Iosif’s expression flickered as he turned and left with Shayna Fister.

The others exchanged glances, whispering, “If that old dragon dies, there will be a phenomenon in the world.

The path of the ten levels will appear, and the great path will wail, ushering a tide of cultivation.” “When the tenth tribulation falls, cultivation tides will descend upon the mortal world, allowing all transcendents to advance.” The high-level transcendent experts murmured among themselves.

If this news was true, their families needed to prepare.

Scipio’s eyes gleamed.  He hadn’t expected to have enmity with the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain.  Resolving to act, he said decisively, “Everyone, it seems we have important matters to discuss.” “If what Braydon said is true, we must plan carefully.” The leaders of various factions shared the same goal.

If that old dragon truly died, they would descend upon the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain.

“This isn’t the place for such discussions,” Scipio declared.

“Pavilion Master Langdon, lead the way!” Everyone followed him to the core palace.

Braydon returned to his residence, standing by the window with his hands behind his back.  Gazing down at the crowd, he murmured, “That old dragon doesn’t have many days left.

Once the news spreads, temptation will run wild.” “The great path tide, the tenth-level, and even the ninth-level… all will be tempted,” Kreig Jordahl said softly.

“Then let’s prepare and join the fun,” Braydon replied before vanishing.

He entered his great world—a flawless domain where ten thousand paths existed.  Forests, mountains, and rivers nurtured innate lifeforms, and cultivators had already emerged.

A world filled with vitality, on the brink of evolving into a universe.

But for that, Braydon needed greater cultivation.

He had reached the immortal celestial realm, fusing with 80,000 banished immortals.

Facing them, he asked, “Are you ready?” “The 90,000 Dharma Idols have been condensed,” came the reply.

The primordial chaos banished immortal signaled it was time.

In the Heavenly Court’s ruins, Braydon had acquired countless supreme inheritances, offering them to the banished immortals for comprehension.

Now, a breakthrough was imminent.

Though brief in the outside world, within his Spacetime Tower, time flowed differently.

Transcending here promised eternal life—time itself could not be killed.

Braydon sat cross-legged, surrounded by the ten thousand banished immortals.

The Dharma Nation appeared, with 90,000 Dharma Idols enveloping it.

“Break!” The primordial chaos banished immortal raised his hand, unleashing a radiant beam.

At that moment, all forces converged.

The ten thousand banished immortals suppressed their realms to elevate Braydon into the transcendent realm, ensuring their future freedom to explore the universe.