The Strongest War God-Chapter 1899: Throw a Bone

After saying that, Braydon Neal vanished in a flash.

He couldn’t be bothered with these old relics anymore.

The young man filled with killing intent turned and left.

The man in golden armor and the woman in white also disappeared in an instant.

Braydon had laid out his conditions.

Whether they could seize the opportunity to transcend now depended entirely on their own abilities.

In another hall, hundreds of peak warriors—each possessing the body of a demon god—gathered.

These creatures, born in the Sea of Gods, had all reached the peak of the god realm.

They were Braydon’s 1,000 peak god slaves, and now, they were all here.

Among them were the nine-headed snake and the others, who had been sent by Braydon to scour the immortal realm for cultivation resources.

Now, they had all been called back.

Braydon appeared before them.

"Master!" The nine-headed snake and the others bowed deeply.

Braydon raised his hand, and thirty glowing images of transcendence essence appeared. "Thirty of you have reached the ultimate peak. If you have comprehended the will of transcendence, you may choose one of these to refine. It will speed up your cultivation and allow you to transcend as soon as possible."

Braydon showed no concern.

He knew these beings were difficult to control, but he wasn’t worried.

The nine-headed snake and the others were stunned.

They hadn’t expected their master to offer such a treasure—the path of transcendence—not to the peak human warriors, but to them.

"Master!" The nine-headed snake knelt down in excitement. "We swear our undying loyalty to you!"

Braydon paid no mind to their words and disappeared once again.

With his hands clasped behind his back, Braydon walked through the grass, strolling outside the palace.

Overhead, human cultivators flew through the sky in great numbers.

After 300 years of evolution, Wollo had firmly become human territory.

More than ten billion human cultivators had flooded in, all of them geniuses from the major stellar realms.

Every prodigy who had participated in the Myriad Race Prodigy Tournament had joined.

Over 60% of these were spirit body realm cultivators.

The spirit body realm was the optimal time to choose a path.

Missing that window and choosing another cultivation path would mean completely missing the opportunity in the Immortal Burial Ground.

With the Immortal Burial Ground fully open, it wasn’t just the human race flocking there—the number of spirit body realm beings choosing the immortal path was growing daily.

This led to an unresolvable tension between beings from the outer universe and the native immortals of the Immortal Burial Ground, escalating their hostility.

The root of their conflict?

A battle for cultivation resources.

The fiercer the battle, the harsher the environment, the greater the chance of a genius overlord being born.

Braydon walked alone on the grass, looking as though he was simply relaxing—until someone approached silently.

"What is it?" Braydon asked, not turning his head.

Elder Levine bent down and spoke, "In the northern desert, South Pole Sea, and Maknum Eastern Town, two transcendent experts have been suppressed. They’ve been discovered, but because of the suppression seal, no one has been able to access them for the past three hundred years. Additionally, these transcendent experts have grown extremely weak due to the prolonged suppression."

"It’s an excellent opportunity to seize their paths. Should we make a move?" Elder Levine probed.

The human race had already produced seven transcendents, an undeniable show of transcendent power.

If they acted now, they could certainly claim a few transcendence paths.

Braydon smiled faintly. "The human race is already the strongest. We have seven transcendent experts. The other races already feel immense pressure from us. Let’s throw them a bone."

"Understood," Elder Levine said, though his eyes flashed with regret.

There were six transcendent paths at stake.

If they claimed them, the human race could add six more transcendents.

In this era, who would complain about having too many transcendents?

Especially when the number of peak humans was still far lower than that of the demon race and saint race.

They couldn’t even compare to the innate race.

Every ten years, the innate race would produce a peak lifeform.

Now, with their entry into the Immortal Burial Ground and access to its resources, the pace at which they reached the peak of the immortal path had accelerated.

Every two years, a new peak lifeform would emerge.

Even the human race felt the pressure when faced with the terrifying momentum of the innate race.

If the human race had more transcendent experts than peak experts, they wouldn’t need to fear them.

At present, the number of peak innate beings had already surpassed 10,000, based on outside world statistics.

The actual number was likely even higher!

This is why Elder Levine and the others were so eager for the human race to produce more transcendents.

Braydon thought for a moment. "It’s a good time to use this turmoil to train the disciples. The disciples of the Northern Army should also join in. But make sure the peak figures know there’s no need to force their way to transcendence.

"It’s not worth sacrificing dozens of lives for a single path of transcendence."

Braydon’s instructions were clear.

He still had plenty of transcendence essence.

If a rising star in the race wanted to rely on external forces to transcend, Braydon would naturally assist.

However, if they were to recklessly fight for the transcendent paths outside, it simply wasn’t worth it.

There was no need.

"I will convey Ancestor Neal’s intentions to the peak experts of the race," Elder Levine and the others responded.

"Let’s head to the northern desert and take a look," Braydon said, standing up with his hands behind his back.

In the north of the Immortal Burial Ground lay a vast graveyard, once the resting place of fallen immortals.

Now, many matters concerning the human race no longer required Braydon’s attention.

Instead, his own cultivation progress had fallen behind others.

A large number of experts had gathered in the northern desert.

Cultivators below the peak realm weren’t even qualified to join the competition.

Those below the peak realm were nothing more than cannon fodder in the harsh desert.

The yellow sands covered a land dotted with countless tombs, like stars in the sky.

Despite this, cultivators continued to fly over the area, and some had even set up large camps to house their people.

The demon race, innate race, giant race, saint race, and various factions of the immortal race had all arrived.

They were all settled in the surrounding area.

On a towering mountain stood four clay statues, each with their left hand raised, palm facing downward.

A powerful Daoist aura radiated from them, suppressing the mound below.

This was the Four Extremes Universe Formation.

Long ago, Lukyan Flerov had set it up to suppress two transcendents in the northern desert. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Now, someone had discovered this place, and experts from various forces had gathered.

None of them wanted to release the transcendent-level experts, each with their own agenda.

They aimed to use the Four Extremes Universe Formation to suppress the transcendents and extract the transcendence essence from their bodies, hoping to create another Indiana Ibbot.

Which elder from any race wouldn’t want to transcend?

Braydon arrived with seven people trailing behind him.

Among them were Elder Levine and the other six transcendents, all here to observe the spectacle.

"There aren’t many cultivators from our race here," Braydon remarked calmly as he surveyed the land below.

"We humans don’t engage in the fight for the path of transcendence, which is why we haven’t stationed any peak figures here," Elder Levine explained, clarifying that everything was done according to Braydon’s orders.

They had chosen not to participate in the battle for the path of transcendence, so no experts were sent to guard this place.