The Strongest War God-Chapter 1898: Bestowing Essence

"Of course I want to," Jaxen Neal said, clearly displeased. "But the transcendence origin isn’t with the ancient soul, so there’s no point in rushing."

As they spoke, Elder Levine and the others stood behind them.

Seven transcendents had now emerged from the human race, making the outside factions uneasy.

The situation had shifted overnight.

At present, only three races had reached transcendence: the native immortal race of the Immortal Burial Ground, Indiana Ibbot, the demon race’s golden flood dragon youth, and the human race’s Elder Levine along with the six new transcendents.

Without question, the human race was the strongest.

In addition to Elder Levine and the others, the human race also had Lukyan Flerov’s body.

Even Indiana didn’t dare provoke the Immortal Sect!

Braydon Neal, hands behind his back, spoke softly, "In an ancient realm like the Immortal Burial Ground, reaching the peak is a thousand times easier. Right now, many experts from the race have entered. I need to see results."

"We understand," Elder Levine and the others replied, knowing exactly what Braydon meant.

The number of peak human experts was still too low.

The human race needed more peak figures.

Braydon looked at them and continued in a low voice, "I’m doing this for your own good. This life is everyone’s last chance. If I succeed, I’ll be able to suppress ten thousand generations. At that point, forget about transcendence—reaching the peak will be ten thousand times harder than it is now."

Braydon had glimpsed the future.

Although he hadn’t actively sought information, he had still learned much about what was to come.

With Braydon’s success, all races in the universe were suppressed by the forces of heaven and earth.

The outcome had been tragic.

Braydon’s pressure was for their own good.

Meanwhile, many old experts had gathered in Wollo, located in the west.

There was an old Daoist riding a green bull, a dignified middle-aged man riding a true dragon, a warrior in golden armor, a woman dressed in extraordinary white clothes, and a youth filled with killing intent.

These individuals were all foundational figures of the human race.

They hadn’t remained within the race but had hidden in the outside world.

The opportunity for transcendence had arisen in the Immortal Burial Ground, drawing everyone to it.

Elder Levine and the others had caused a great stir with their transcendence.

"Ancestor Neal, they’ve arrived," Elder Levine reminded.

"Invite them in," Braydon said softly, his gaze directed outside.

As soon as he finished speaking, a total of twenty-six people arrived.

It was now clear that the human race had hidden their strongest warriors for years, and they had all resurfaced.

Each had comprehended the will of transcendence to at least 80%, and they were all unparalleled warriors across the universe.

"Ancestor Neal!" a gray-robed elder respectfully bowed.

He had been guarding the race and had come out of seclusion because of the transcendence path within the Immortal Burial Ground.

He was well aware of the Northern Army’s activities at the human race headquarters.

Braydon nodded approvingly. "You’ve worked hard, guarding the race and protecting the human race’s disciples."

"Protecting the race is our duty," the gray-robed elder replied, not daring to take credit.

Braydon raised his hand, revealing a transparent ball of essence, representing a path to transcendence. "Third-level transcendence essence. Do you want to seek an opportunity to transcend on your own, or borrow external help?" he asked, allowing the elder to choose.

"My potential is already exhausted," the gray-robed elder replied without hesitation.

Braydon raised his hand again, sending the ball of transcendence essence into the elder’s body.

How much he could absorb would depend on his luck.

This action drew the attention of the other old experts present.

Braydon then took out another ball of essence, saying, "Fifth-level transcendence essence!"

The group was stunned.

This essence was two levels higher than the previous one, and if fused perfectly, it could help someone reach the fifth level.

Braydon offered it to the old Daoist priest riding the green bull.

"This gift is too valuable!" the old Daoist hesitated, unwilling to accept it.

Braydon responded quietly, "Not long ago, hundreds of peak demons tried to invade our human territory. If you’re willing to step forward and stop such threats, you’ll bear the responsibility of protecting our race after you transcend."

The old Daoist had already proven himself, and giving him this lump of fifth-level essence could be seen as a well-deserved reward.

As for the others, they could only watch in silence.

Braydon didn’t offer another ball of essence.

Many who were familiar with Braydon knew that he had at least a hundred balls of transcendence essence, and word of this had inevitably spread.

Some of these elders may have already caught wind of the news.

With his hands behind his back, Braydon turned and said calmly, "If you want a ball of transcendence essence, bring me something in exchange."

"What do you want?" asked the golden-armored expert, showing no resentment that the gray-robed elder and the Daoist priest had received their essences without conditions.

He got straight to the point.

"The head of a demon race expert," Braydon replied.

"Does the saint race count?" asked the dignified middle-aged man, seated atop a true dragon mount.

"Yes," Braydon nodded. "The heads of experts from the saint race, giant race, and innate race are all acceptable."

Without hesitation, the dignified man raised his hand and tossed a massive Qilin head outside the hall.

It was the head of a saint Qilin who had once comprehended 70% of the essence of transcendence.

The dignified man had killed him 90,000 years ago.

"If this isn’t enough, I can offer more," the man said, not offering any explanation, simply asking if more was needed to meet Braydon’s expectations.

His sincerity was evident, and he had the battle record to prove it.

"Name?" Braydon asked quietly, looking at him.

"Stas Ipatov," the man replied.

He had been a prodigy of the human race, born 900,000 years ago.

Now, he had become a powerful foundation, having comprehended 90% of the essence of transcendence—a true expert.

Braydon raised his hand and sent a ball of transcendence Intent into Stas’s body. "After transcending, you will follow my orders."

"Agreed," Stas said.

This was a transaction, but it also carried the weight of loyalty to their race.

The other old fellows exchanged glances, clearly aware that they had no notable battle records to offer.

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "You gained your fame a million years ago, perhaps even earlier—three million, five million years ago. Let’s not even mention the wars of the myriad races from tens of thousands of years past. When our race was caught in turmoil, you didn’t step forward to defend it.

"For millions of years, our people have been locked in endless conflict with the non-humans. Wars raged, yet we never saw you fighting or killing our enemies!

"You’ve comprehended the will of transcendence, which already makes you an expert in this universe. But if you can’t bear the responsibility that comes with that power, even transcending won’t benefit the race!"

The implication in Braydon’s words was clear.

When their race had been in danger, these elders had vanished.

Now, with the prospect of gaining something, they all emerged from hiding.

Yes, Braydon had plenty of transcendence essence, but why should they deserve it just for comprehending the will of transcendence?

To Braydon, they were no different from any other human cultivators.

"If we transcend, wouldn’t that be more beneficial to our race? We could kill outsiders more easily," the woman in white reasoned.

Braydon’s gaze grew cold. "With your current level of cultivation, it’s not difficult for you to kill peak-level non-humans, but I’ve never seen you do it."

His indifferent tone silenced everyone.

"If you want transcendence essence, kill an equal-level powerful being and bring me their head," Braydon said, continuing without hesitation.