The Strongest War God-Chapter 1900: Everyone Has a Place to Go
Chapter 1900: Everyone Has a Place to Go
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Once there was an ultimate peak cultivator who set up a camp and rally human cultivators, it was akin to joining the battle for the path of transcendence.
"No matter what," Braydon Neal softly said, "it won’t hinder the camp’s construction. It’s the race’s duty to provide shelter for its disciples!"
"I’ll do it now," Elder Levine responded, disappearing in a flash as he made his choice.
A hand fell.
Smoke rose as a thousand miles of desert flattened.
With a flip of his hand, clouds gathered, unleashing a downpour.
The ground soaked up the rain, and patches of green began to spread.
Grass sprouted, covering the desert in an instant.
At the same time, palaces rose from the earth.
This display caught everyone’s attention.
Many recognized that Elder Levine was human.
The golden flood dragon youth of the demon race, hands behind his back, spoke solemnly: "The human transcendent expert has arrived. It looks like he’s here to compete for the two transcendent paths in the northern desert!"
"Flood Dragon Ancestor, the human race has produced seven transcendent experts. How can we demons compete with them?" asked a peak-level monster, his expression dark.
"The humans aren’t foolish," the golden flood dragon said coldly. "They know about the path of transcendence in the Immortal Burial Ground. There’s no way they can claim everything."
If they did, how could the demons not resent them? And how could they not seek revenge against the human disciples?
Elder Levine unleashed his transcendent cultivation, as if announcing to the world that humans had entered the northern desert.
A transcendent expert was now overseeing the area!
What the other races had feared most had come to pass.
The humans had intervened in the affairs of the northern desert.
Braydon, however, paid no attention to the reactions of the other races.
He swiftly entered the newly established human camp.
In no time, tens of thousands of human cultivators had gathered there.
With the new camp, the humans now had a place to rest, safe from attacks.
Without such a gathering place, human descendants would be scattered throughout the northern desert, and in the presence of the other races’ geniuses, they would have no strength to contend.
Braydon stood at the entrance of the palace, hands behind his back, gazing at the distant mound of dirt where the four statues of Lukyan Flerov towered.
"After being silent for so long, it’s time to act," he murmured with a faint smile, waving his left hand.
Four rays of light shot into each of the statues.
The clay statues began to move.
"The seal is about to be broken!" a peak-level guardian exclaimed in shock and anger as he opened his eyes.
Indeed, the seal was breaking.
It was Braydon’s doing.
The four clay figures came to life, and a faint aura of transcendence enveloped them.
The first clay statue struck the mound with its palm.
Boom!
Dust erupted into the sky, sending the surrounding cultivators flying—including the peak experts!
No one below the transcendent realm could withstand the force of that palm.
In an instant, the sealed mound completely shattered!
This signaled that the seal had been broken.
A terrifying sword intent surged across the heavens.
"Lukyan Flerov, in the end, you cannot suppress me!"
"Hahaha!"
A second voice echoed.
Two ominous figures emerged from the mound.
The expressions of the experts from various races darkened.
Though these two transcendent experts had been severely weakened by the endless suppression over time, they were still transcendents!
Both were level three transcendent experts, their strength reduced by 90%, yet they could still sweep away all the peak-level beings.
Braydon stood at the palace door, observing the scene from afar.
Boom!
All four clay statues attacked simultaneously, each strike infused with terrifying power.
Each of the statues contained Lukyan’s peak-level attack, prepared in case these beings ever escaped and needed to be suppressed again.
The two transcendent experts, disheveled and dressed in tattered clothes, looked like two old madmen.
The moment the clay statue moved, their expressions shifted.
The statue struck a person with its palm, and with a bang, his transcendent body crumbled, leaving him gravely injured.
His strength plummeted to its lowest point.
Then, the three remaining clay statues unleashed immensely powerful attacks—Lukyan’s peak strikes from when he was alive.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
With just three hits, the two transcendents who had recently escaped were left severely injured, all under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
After completing this, the four clay statues vanished into thin air.
The situation in the northern desert was coming to a close.
Braydon, the orchestrator of it all, stood with his hands behind his back, smiling.
"Ancestor Neal, should we attack?" Elder Levine suddenly asked.
"It’s fine to fight for it," Braydon nodded, his tone calm.
Fighting for a while meant stopping before risking lives.
Elder Levine disappeared in a flash.
The seven transcendent experts could no longer stay and had to go outside to oversee the situation.
When necessary, they would protect their race’s peak cultivators.
Braydon’s arrival had stirred up the entire northern desert.
This single action excited the experts of various races.
The eyes of the golden flood dragon youth lit up. "The two of them were severely injured by the clay statues. Their bodies are badly damaged. Their combat strength is now barely stronger than those at the peak who have comprehended 90% of transcendence. Attack!"
After transcending, the golden flood dragon youth had become the leader of the demons, and he gave the order.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
In the sky, thousands of peak-level demons lined up in formation.
One hundred stood at the peak!
There were also more than fifty ancestor-level elders who had grasped the meaning of transcendence.
They all focused on the two paths of transcendence.
"Kill!" The golden flood dragon youth roared, raising his golden sword.
"Peaks of the saint race, attack!"
An overlord from the saint race spoke—the patriarch of the Qilin tribe.
He had been guarding the northern desert, allowing the peaks from the saint race to emerge from hiding.
In an instant, a thousand peak beings from the saint race appeared, their combined strength no weaker than the demons.
Along with them, 1,000 giants revealed their true forms, towering over the world and releasing an overwhelming pressure.
Experts from all races began to show themselves.
In the innate race’s camp, a man wearing a purple gold crown radiated nobility.
His skin was smooth and snow-white, like the most perfect being in the universe.
Behind him stood 2,000 experts, all awaiting orders.
"Stone King, our innate race requires a transcendent expert to guard the Immortal Burial Ground, to secure the interests of our race," someone said.
The crowned man responded calmly, "Word has been sent that he will definitely break through within two months. In this battle, our innate race must secure another path to transcendence to ensure we produce a second transcendent."
"Yes, sir!"
These words were both an order and a revelation about the three crippled transcendents kidnapped by the Immortal Alliance.
The golden flood dragon youth of the demon race had captured Javor Kanevsky.
The innate race had also taken one.
The remaining one was likely in the hands of the super races.
Between the saint race and the innate race, one of them must have obtained it.
As he spoke, 2,000 peak-level innate beings shot into the sky.
The four great races had over 5,000 peaks combined.
They guarded the four corners and surrounded the area, ensuring that neither of the two transcendents could escape.
Little did they know, two other races had yet to make their move!
One was the human race, and the other was the native immortal race of the Immortal Burial Ground.
The immortals in the Immortal Burial Ground were divided into various factions, with the Immortal Sect leading them, and they too had established camps in the northern desert.
