The Strongest War God-Chapter 1880: Seven-Leaf Grass

It was the same power that had tormented Saven Flerov day and night.

The ancient soul pointed with his bare hand and infused Shadey Kanevsky’s body with additional energy.

The old man lay on the ground, screaming in agony as his muscles and bones seemed to twist in torment.

Pain was his constant companion!

The other six transcendents looked on with alarm as they launched their attacks.

Without the suppression of the third killing formation, they had regained about 30% of their cultivation.

But in the face of the ancient soul, they were nothing more than a joke.

The ancient soul raised his hand and subdued the six transcendents.

With a sweep of his right sleeve, he struck them, causing a transparent path of transcendence to materialize within their bodies.

They were all essentially lambs waiting to be slaughtered!

Lukyan Flerov had subdued them for this very scheme—a total of seven paths of transcendence, enough to create seven new transcendents.

Braydon Neal waved his hand to accept the gift.

He had no concern for these crippled beings and left them behind.

Stripped of their transcendent cultivation, they wouldn’t last long in the third killing formation.

Shadey had to die!

Braydon had no intention of sparing him if he had harmed Saven.

As for Halya Kanevsky, she had been intertwined with Lukyan in a past life and shared a lifetime of love.

But in this life, Braydon was his own man.

If he chose to settle Lukyan’s debt, he could; if not, no one could force him.

The ancient soul returned to his body, and Braydon, along with Lord McAvoy, departed.

"Lukyan Flerov!" Shadey roared with fury. "Even if I die, I will never forgive you!"

"What a joke!" Braydon replied with a disdainful smile before turning to leave.

On the altar, Lukyan’s body remained, even after all these years.

Yet, there were secrets hidden within it.

His own body had been used to contain the most terrifying of the sixteen transcendents—a transcendent with a body made of plants and vegetation.

This being was a 7th level transcendent, one of the extremely ancient entities in the immortal world.

Now, it was contained within Lukyan’s body.

Braydon glanced at Lukyan’s body and said casually, "Old fellow, you’ve been locked up for so long. Have you had time to reconsider things?"

"You can’t refine me!" a cold female voice responded.

Plants and trees, regardless of gender, were generally indifferent.

However, this one had a particular fondness for women; there was nothing outsiders could do about it.

Braydon smiled faintly. "In Lukyan’s lifetime, I claimed that there was nothing in this world I couldn’t refine. I’ve kept you alive to assist me in this life."

"With your spirituality, help me cultivate. If you succeed, I’ll allow you to advance to another level!"

Braydon’s offer was generous.

Cultivating for beings with bodies of plants and vegetation was far more challenging than for human cultivators.

Moreover, creating the right conditions for their cultivation was extremely difficult.

This being, a 7th level transcendent, was a renowned super warrior even beyond the universe.

It was unfortunate that he had been suppressed during the late stages of Lukyan’s realm.

Lukyan had awakened the memories of his past life, stepped into the transcendent realm, and advanced smoothly to the 5th level of that realm.

The fall of Lukyan was largely due to this very being.

A 7th level transcendent was not to be taken lightly.

"You were only a 5th level transcendent during Lukyan’s lifetime," the cold female voice said disdainfully. "How could you help me advance to another level?"

"Transcendence origin!" Braydon replied calmly.

Swoosh!

A faint layer of light emanated from Lukyan’s body, shining brightly from his abdomen.

It was a seven-leaf grass, which contained a terrifying power.

The little grass seemed a bit unsettled at the mention of the transcendent origin.

The transcendent origin was a coveted treasure among all transcendents, known for its ability to facilitate rapid advancement.

"Since ancient times, only one person has ever managed to pry into the transcendent origin!" The little grass was silent for a long time.

"That’s me!" Braydon admitted.

He was indeed the 10th level transcendent from back then.

"Haha!" The little grass couldn’t help but laugh. "That big shot has long since escaped into the supreme void."

"Have you seen it with your own eyes?" Braydon laughed.

It seemed that these outsiders knew more about his own matters than he did.

In the next moment, Braydon raised his hand, and a trace of power appeared in the air.

It was a very small amount of power, but the seven-leaf grass was visibly intoxicated, filled with desire.

It struggled to speak. "Transcendence origin?"

"You still don’t believe me?" Braydon asked.

The little grass fell silent.

She knew all too well the kind of ruthless person this white-clothed youth was.

The price to gain benefits from Braydon would be steep.

The little grass was very clear about this!

Since ancient times, only one person had seen the transcendence origin.

Now, Braydon was revealing a bit of it.

It was clear that he was the 10th level transcendent from back then.

No wonder he could reincarnate again and again, unlike ordinary transcendents.

"How can I trust you?" The little grass asked coldly.

"Why would I lie to you?" Braydon replied. "I’ve worked hard for thousands of years and have ambitions beyond your imagination. I’ve reached this level in my first life. When I return to the peak and complete my mission in this life, you’ll seem like an ant to me. But you’re still useful right now. This is all you have at the moment!"

Though his words were harsh, the little grass understood.

In Lukyan’s lifetime, she had been a defeated opponent.

Now, the reincarnation of Lukyan had come to find her again.

It was the little grass’s only chance.

If she refused, her fate wouldn’t be much better than Shadey’s.

The transcendent path in her body would likely be stripped away by the ancient soul.

"What do you want?" The little grass was silent for a long time. "And is that all you want?"

"Plant essence, you can give me some occasionally," Braydon said with a smile.

The little grass was furious. "The essence in my body is like the life source for you humans!"

"I don’t want all of it. Just a little now and then won’t affect you too much," Braydon said casually.

The little grass had no choice.

If she wanted to break free and advance a level in the future, she had to agree to Braydon’s terms.

Refusing meant certain death.

The little grass reluctantly agreed.

Braydon wasn’t worried she’d go back on her word.

A drop of blood essence appeared on his left index finger and fell onto Lukyan’s forehead.

Swoosh!

Lukyan suddenly stood up.

His thin, black-clad form looked extremely cold.

The seal that bound him was automatically released.

The seven-leaf grass broke free and spoke in human language. "Aren’t you afraid I’ll escape or kill you instead?"

"You can try!" Braydon raised his hand, and seven balls of transcendent path appeared in his palm.

The little grass was shocked.

She realized that Shadey and the other six imprisoned with her had no chance of survival.

The transcendent path in their bodies had all been extracted by this ruthless person.

In the third killing formation, they probably wouldn’t last long!

The little grass turned around and entered Braydon’s body, attaching herself to the back of his left hand.

A grass-like green tattoo appeared there.

The moment the little grass entered Braydon’s body, she felt an overwhelming suppression.

This guy’s body concealed a massive secret.