The Strongest War God-Chapter 1879: Great Terror

In the past, Lukyan Flerov had defeated 300 peak immortals and made them his slaves.

When Lukyan fell, all his servants perished with him.

Now, Lukyan’s body stood guard over this place.

In front of him was a small array platform, about the size of a plate.

On the platform were three small swords, resembling toothpicks, adorned with innate transcendent patterns inside and out.

This was the third killing formation!

Lukyan had retrieved the complete third killing formation from the Cosmos Ancient Palace to suppress transcendents.

His body contained a transcendent essence akin to an ancient elixir.

Beneath the altar, seven transcendents were imprisoned.

Braydon Neal ascended the altar and examined his former body.

He extracted a drop of blood essence, injecting it into Lukyan’s forehead.

Boom!

A terrifying aura enveloped the entire ancient planet, as if Lukyan’s body had been revived!

"Activate the killing formation. I’ll go down and investigate," Braydon instructed softly.

After countless years of sitting cross-legged, Lukyan’s body stirred.

His left index finger tapped lightly on the formation plate of the third killing formation.

Whoosh!

A toothpick-sized sword flew out, elongating in the wind.

It grew into a three-foot-long blade, pure white with intricate patterns.

The blade descended, cutting open a passageway between heaven and earth.

The true third killing formation revealed itself, creating a 10,000-meter-wide tunnel with sword lights swirling around it.

The formation’s power was maximized day and night, exterminating the creatures below.

"Lukyan!" A voice filled with resentment echoed from underground.

"What are you shouting for?" Braydon called down, his hands clasped behind his back as he descended.

Not a single sword light touched Braydon.

The third killing formation avoided him, and the toothpick-sized sword followed closely behind.

Deep underground, darkness was endless.

Only streaks of bright sword light illuminated the area, piercing through the bodies of the trapped creatures.

In the gloom, two black chains pierced through a creature’s abdomen.

This creature, bound hand and foot, was covered in black hair instead of clothes, with dark bloodstains under its feet.

Its hair was tangled, and its eyes, filled with boundless hatred, were fixed on Braydon.

Despite this being their first meeting, it was clear that only Lukyan had the power to enter this place.

Once, Lukyan had been gravely injured by them, his soul and life force severely damaged.

With little time left, he would have chosen reincarnation.

Among all transcendents, he was the only one capable of reincarnating and continuing his cultivation.

Thus, Braydon’s identity was unmistakably the reincarnation of Lukyan.

"Shadey Kanevsky?" Braydon approached without fear.

None of the seven transcendent experts dared to attack Braydon.

The reason was simple: the third killing formation guarded this place.

Behind Braydon floated the killing sword of the third killing formation.

Any abnormal movements would trigger the sword, which, while not lethal, could put them to sleep for a thousand years.

A single strike from the killing sword inflicted more damage than a thousand sword lights piercing through the body.

Thus, Braydon’s presence with the floating killing sword deterred any movement.

"You’re back!" the old man with disheveled hair croaked. "You’ve finally returned after all these years!"

"Enough with the talk. You knew Saven was my child. Yet you three dared to harm him. In this life, I’ll make you beg for death!" Braydon’s gentle smile was chilling.

"We’ve transcended. You can’t kill us. We’re accustomed to the physical torture of the third killing formation!" a second hoarse voice replied.

"Who said transcendents can’t be killed?" Braydon’s gaze grew cold. "When I first encountered the origin of transcendence, I learned the method to kill transcendents. I spared you back then because I intended to extract the transcendent path from your bodies and use it to train a few transcendent servants for myself."

"What?" The transcendents in the darkness were all shocked.

As fellow transcendents, they were familiar with the origin of transcendence.

Suddenly, it all made sense.

Lukyan was the one who transcended beyond the universe.

It was rumored that a long time ago, a 10th level transcendent who touched the origin of transcendence was born, surpassing all living beings in cultivation.

After that, he vanished, said to have had an epiphany and entered a mysterious place.

Since ancient times, countless transcendents had sought this enigmatic realm.

What no one knew was that Braydon had spent thousands of years cultivating an even greater path fruit.

Eventually, a special transcendent emerged outside the universe, capable of condensing his cultivation base and reincarnating.

Other transcendents who sought reincarnation typically sealed their cultivation, entered the mortal world as infants, and reawakened in the transcendent realm.

Braydon’s approach was fundamentally different.

Shadey and the other transcendent experts hadn’t anticipated Lukyan’s immense influence.

He was the 10th level transcendent of legend, the only being in history who had managed to pry into the origin of transcendence.

He might truly be able to challenge even the highest transcendent experts.

"Ancient Soul!" Braydon said, standing with his hands behind his back.

The ancient soul left his body and appeared before everyone.

Shadey and the others stared, their eyes widening as they felt a chilling threat from the mysterious ancient soul.

"Let’s do it!" Braydon’s words sealed the fate of the seven transcendents.

Today marked the beginning of their nightmare.

Though they relied on their transcendent bodies and considered themselves indestructible, Braydon saw them as nothing more than a complete joke.

The ancient soul raised his hand and opened his left eye fully.

Whoosh!

The space around them transformed into an absolute void.

All power vanished, and the sword light of the third killing formation was instantly erased.

The power that had suppressed them was completely gone.

Shadey’s joy was nowhere to be seen.

This ancient soul was truly terrifying!

With just a single glance, he had unleashed the power of the killing formation.

What kind of fearsome power did he possess?

The ancient soul raised his hand and grabbed Shadey’s neck as effortlessly as if he were holding a little chick.

This was the power of the ancient soul.

Even though he had endured countless years of torment from the third killing formation, he remained a transcendent.

The ancient soul’s left eye bore down on him with immense authority.

In just two breaths...

"Ah!" Shadey screamed in agony.

It was as if all his cultivation had been drained away.

An invisible great path was completely extracted from his body—a path of transcendence that crystallized into a ball in the ancient soul’s palm, radiating pure transcendent power.

It was a complete path of transcendence.

Shadey was left like a discarded puppet.

His cultivation had been entirely removed, but he was spared from death by the ancient soul.

"Kenley!" Braydon called out.

"Understood!" Lord McAvoy responded, raising his hand and shooting out a ball of black energy.