The Strongest War God-Chapter 1888: Your Soul is Gone

What could Indiana Ibbot do if he failed to meet expectations?

However, his current strength was already considerable in the immortal realm.

Braydon Neal aimed to control the dark cloud and turn it into a tool for his purposes.

As for seven-leaf grass, it wasn’t designed for combat.

After being suppressed by Lukyan Flerov’s body for so long, its vitality had been severely diminished.

Now attached to Braydon, seven-leaf grass was focused on helping him cultivate while also working on its own recovery.

After Indiana completed the tribulation, he gazed up at the Nine Illusion Sea.

A three-eyed youth emerged as a streak of light, slipping through the gap in the regional wall into the immortal realm.

He was extremely cautious, suppressing his aura to the minimum and sneaking in.

Lukyan noted sharply. "The youth has entered!"

"It’s heading this way," Braydon observed with his hands behind his back.

The three-eyed devilish youth arrived at the Immortal Sect’s main hall, barefooted.

He glanced at Lord McAvoy, then at Lukyan’s body, and finally fixed his gaze on Braydon.

"Well, your soul might not come back," he said cautiously.

"Hmm?" Braydon turned his attention to him.

The devilish youth shrugged helplessly. "He chased me all the way here. I had no choice but to take the risk and enter the core area of the Nine Illusion Sea. He followed me in."

"Damn it!" Braydon’s expression shifted slightly.

He understood what the core area of the Nine Illusion Sea entailed.

It was fraught with immense danger and old adversaries.

If the ancient soul ventured there, it would surely attract the attention of those creatures, with a high risk of death.

The three-eyed youth shrugged again. "You can’t blame me for this. Your soul was relentless in pursuing me. I’ve already surrendered, but you still wouldn’t let me go."

"Colette!" Braydon called out softly.

The call seemed strange to outsiders.

"Sister-in-law!" Lord McAvoy was taken aback.

In his previous life, the five lords had followed Braydon, and the Great Empress had become Colette Kepner, staying with her big brother throughout her life.

Now, Braydon was calling out to her.

A cold female voice echoed from the endless void. "The ancient soul is with me. It’s safe!"

"That’s good. Keep an eye on him. Don’t let him cause any trouble," Braydon said with relief.

Lord McAvoy was taken aback.

The brief exchange revealed a lot of information.

The Great Empress was in the Nine Illusion Sea, and she was in the core region.

It seemed she had been there for many years!

The ancient soul had not gone to the Nine Illusion Sea seeking a fight but rather to find the Great Empress.

Braydon’s expression darkened.

He cursed inwardly, "Old pervert, you dog!"

He had worried for so long, only to find out it was for nothing.

The ancient soul, that bastard, had slept through countless lifetimes and only just woke up to look for a girl.

He was truly a perverted, insatiable ghost!

Despite his annoyance, Braydon was relieved.

If the ancient soul was with the Great Empress, he didn’t need to worry too much.

"Colette is the Great Empress of the human race?" the devilish youth asked cautiously.

"Have you seen her before?" Braydon asked with interest.

"She’s a 10th level transcendent expert. Who doesn’t know her in the Nine Illusion Sea? She’s also an expert in the core region!" The devilish youth replied with a hint of admiration. "Her strength is impressive."

Braydon gave a brief assessment.

The devilish youth rolled his eyes, aware that Braydon had an even greater background.

It was said that Braydon had reached 10th level before anyone else outside the universe and later obtained the origin of transcendence before disappearing.

He hadn’t expected him to resurface now!

What the devilish youth didn’t know was that the Great Empress’s first time had been given to Braydon in his previous life.

They had a son together, but these were secrets unknown to outsiders.

"Why are you here?" Braydon asked abruptly.

"Transcending the origin can help me advance!" The devilish youth answered honestly.

Born in the Nine Illusion Sea, he knew the miraculous benefits of transcending origin.

The item was with Braydon.

"The item is with the ancient soul," Braydon said openly.

"You two are family," the devilish young man remarked, his eyes betraying a hint of desire.

"When the ancient soul returns, I can show you the origin of transcendence," Braydon offered thoughtfully.

"What are your conditions?" the devilish young man, an 8th level transcendent, asked with a puzzled expression.

To him, Braydon’s vast background and long cultivation seemed to make him indifferent to material things.

What could he possibly want?

"I need a few guards," Braydon replied straightforwardly.

"Deal!" The devilish young man agreed quickly, seeing it as a good trade. "I don’t mind helping you clean up the trash, but I won’t risk my life for you."

"If you really face a life-threatening creature, I won’t hold it against you if you run away," Braydon added, understanding that transcendents highly value their lives.

It was just a transaction between them.

"I’m Jaxen. What about you?" the devilish youth introduced himself.

"Who gave you that name?" Braydon asked with interest.

People born in the Nine Illusion Sea usually didn’t have names, so Jaxen having one intrigued him.

Additionally, Jaxen had entered the core area of the Nine Illusion Sea and managed to escape unscathed.

Even at his peak in his first life, Braydon could not guarantee he would come out alive from the core region. But Jaxen did.

The young man must have a secret!

"Why are you asking so many questions?" Jaxen replied, slightly annoyed.

"Just ’Jaxen’?" Braydon mused, then said, "It sounds odd to have a name without a surname. From now on, you’ll share my surname. Your surname will be Neal. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good."

Jaxen looked young despite being an 8th level transcendent expert.

His mind seemed quite straightforward, and he didn’t catch the oddity in his own words.

Braydon sounded as though he was naming his godson.

"From now on, I’ll be called Jaxen Neal!" the young man said with indifference.

"You wanted this corpse earlier because you lacked weapons?" Braydon pointed to the black spear.

"Yes!" Jaxen responded without hesitation.

"Take it!" Braydon handed over the black spear.

It was a 9th level weapon, a rare treasure in the Nine Illusion Sea.

Braydon gave it away without a second thought.

Jaxen hesitated only briefly before taking the weapon in hand.

He held the long spear with one hand and slashed it outward, demonstrating its terrifying offensive power.

A 9th level eon artifact and an 8th level transcendent weapon were both extraordinarily formidable.

With a single strike, he tore open the wall of the immortal realm, creating a 10,000-mile gap.

"What a great weapon!"Jaxen exclaimed with delight. "With this, I can escape unscathed from a 9th level transcendent."

Braydon let him enjoy the moment before retrieving his weapon.

The frequent breaches in the immortal realm walls attracted transcendents from the outside, which could be a problem.

After all, Braydon’s enemies were mostly 9th level transcendents, and not many of them were to be trifled with.

They were essentially great beasts beyond the universe.

With Jaxen now present, Braydon felt more secure.

With the protection of an 8th level transcendent, the Northern Army was as stable as Mount Tanish.

Plus, Braydon still had the seven-leaf grass, a 7th level creature and a powerhouse in its own right.

With two transcendent experts by his side, he could rest easy.