The Strongest War God-Chapter 1887: Bestowing Power
Chapter 1887: Bestowing Power
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
There was an 80% chance he would fully recover.
When that happened, all the transcendent experts would take notice of him.
Big trouble would be inevitable.
And then there was the Nine Illusion Sea—danger lurked in every corner.
Even the most powerful of the first generation, those at the peak didn’t dare venture into its core.
It was simply too dangerous!
There was a destructive power within it, one capable of bringing down even the first generation.
Despite countless supreme transcendent experts exploring the Nine Illusion Sea over the ages, they hadn’t even uncovered one percent of it.
It was a place of mystery and peril but also great opportunity.
The seven-leaf grass on the back of Braydon Neal’s hand rippled. "That young man left a trace of his power here."
"Don’t worry about it," Braydon replied after a brief hesitation, telling the small grass not to concern herself.
The corpse Lord McAvoy had dragged back was soaked, still dripping with seawater.
Indiana Ibbot approached, and after a moment of indecision, began collecting the seawater from the ground.
The corpse water looked revolting, but in reality, the Nine Illusion Sea’s water was rich with dense transcendent energy, highly valuable to someone like Indiana.
Recognizing Lukyan Flerov’s body, Indiana respectfully bowed.
"Do me a small favor," Braydon said, looking at him. "Announce publicly that you stole someone else’s transcendence path and used it to transcend yourself."
Indiana, ever tactful, showed no arrogance despite becoming a transcendent expert.
Polite and humble, he agreed to the request without hesitation.
He had seen Lukyan’s body and Lord McAvoy standing behind Braydon, and moments earlier, a terrifying presence had emerged from Braydon himself.
Clearly, Braydon’s background was no small matter.
"Senior, please wait. I promise I’ll take care of this," Indiana said decisively.
"I’ll give you an opportunity later," Braydon smiled.
Indiana’s heart raced with excitement.
He turned and flew into the sky, his voice ringing out arrogantly across the world: "I am forever indebted to the blessings of the ancestors of the Immortal Sect. I offer my own path of transcendence to help me break through!
"I have entered the transcendent realm. From today onward, I will restore the glory of the Immortal Sect and honor the ancestors," Indiana declared, effectively announcing to the world that his breakthrough to the transcendent realm was due to the suppressed transcendents that Lukyan had dealt with in the past.
Rumors spread that some transcendents had been found, their transcendence path stolen.
Instantly, countless peak creatures felt their ambitions ignite.
But few believed Indiana’s explanation.
Who would risk the path of transcendence like that?
There was an 80% chance that this man had forcibly taken it.
A ruthless figure who deceived his master and betrayed his ancestors!
Still, no one dared speak against Indiana.
Only a fool would provoke a transcendent expert without reason.
Wasn’t that a death wish?
At this level, most peak experts would kill their own kin—let alone betray their ancestors—just to transcend.
When one reached this realm, all desires were stripped away, except for one: transcendence.
The peak of all desires.
"What a pity," Braydon remarked solemnly, gazing at the wet corpse in the main hall of the Immortal Alliance.
"A level 9 body, dead like this!"
Lukyan examined it as well, noting that the transcendent’s body resembled an empty shell.
All his internal organs were gone, his bones and flesh vanished.
It was little more than a human skin.
"He must’ve been gravely wounded," Braydon murmured, "and used a forbidden technique to condense his cultivation and flesh into a new fetus. But such a move drops one’s cultivation by an entire level. Who knows how long it’ll take for him to climb back from level eight to level nine?"
Lord McAvoy stepped forward and carefully grabbed the spear that had pierced the corpse.
The moment his hand touched it, his expression shifted, and he immediately released it.
"A level 9 eon artifact!"
"The quality of that golden bow isn’t low either," Braydon added, with a knowing tone.
The corpse had a golden bow on its back and a quiver with thirteen black arrows.
Lord McAvoy removed it and tested the golden bow.
It felt heavier than the planets.
He raised his arm, attempting to draw the bow—but even he couldn’t pull it!
A level three transcendent expert couldn’t even pull this golden bow.
"This is a level 9 eon artifact. One arrow can kill an 8th level transcendent and severely injure a 9th level transcendent!" Braydon remarked, examining the weapons he had acquired.
This was one of the reasons he had gone through the trouble of dragging the corpse back earlier.
Even within the Nine Illusion Sea, such treasures were rare.
The three-eyed devilish youth had asked to leave the corpse behind, but he could also discern the level of the black spear.
The level 9 eon artifact was still intact, a rarity in itself.
Moreover, the corpse carried two level 9 eon artifacts.
Naturally, the devilish youth, an 8th level transcendent, was tempted.
Braydon, however, was not interested in the two eon artifacts for now.
Even Lord McAvoy couldn’t wield their full power, let alone Braydon, who was only at the spirit body realm.
Despite this, the piece of human skin from the corpse was still highly valuable.
Even if it was just skin, it was incredibly useful.
The skin of a 9th level transcendent, when refined, would become a natural 8th level eon artifact.
The value was extraordinary!
Braydon handed the piece of skin to Lukyan’s body and said, "Sew it into a drum. It can be transformed into an 8th level eon artifact. It could also be made into battle clothes!"
Lukyan accepted the item and promised to refine it into the desired form when time permitted.
"Senior!" Indiana returned from outside, cupping his hands in respect.
"You did well. I promised to give you an opportunity earlier. How much you can comprehend will depend on your luck."
Braydon raised his left hand.
The seven-leaf grass emitted a faint glow, and a ball of pure transcendence power flowed into Indiana’s body.
Indiana’s body stiffened as he felt that this transcendence power was even stronger than the transcendent lightning he had previously experienced.
It carried a distinct hint of transcendence.
He sat cross-legged and began to meditate.
For a full seven days, he remained motionless, lost in comprehension.
When he finally emerged, his aura had pierced through the heavens and the earth.
He had broken through again, advancing from a 1st level transcendent to a 2nd level transcendent.
The transcendent tribulation struck again.
Inside and outside Jlato City, all the peak experts looked up and witnessed the astonishing scene.
Everyone was in shock!
Indiana’s breakthroughs were coming a bit too frequently.
What had he gained from the three crippled transcendents?
This breakthrough drew even more experts.
The old Daoist priest riding the green bull, the saint beast true dragon ancestor, the fire Qilin ancestor, and others—These seasoned figures had already grasped 90% of the meaning of transcendence.
They were so close to transcendence yet unable to achieve it.
Indiana soared into the sky, his raucous laughter echoing through the clouds.
The barrier of the immortal realm above him shattered once more.
Beyond the starry sky lay the Nine Illusion Sea.
Transcendent lightning rained down from outside.
The bolts were over ten feet long, and there were nine in total. Indiana barely managed to endure them.
If not for the power of the seven-leaf grass within him, shielding him from the last three lightning strikes, he would have been struck dead.
Even so, he managed to hold his ground in the 2nd level transcendent realm.
"His innate talent is slightly low," Braydon observed with his hands behind his back.
"The power I’ve given him is enough to push him to the 3rd level of the transcendent realm," the seven-leaf grass’s voice echoed.
Braydon was well aware of this.