The Strongest War God-Chapter 1905: The New Overlord

With the help of experts, the giants became even more cautious of humans.

Wollo had turned into a forbidden zone.

Any non-human disciple who dared to trespass would face death, even if they had transcended!

The giant race had gained tremendous benefits—two paths of transcendence and two transcendent bodies.

It was only a matter of time before four transcendent level experts emerged from the giants, putting them above both the innate race and the saint race.

The demons fared even worse.

The giant race, once looked down upon by the three races, had secured significant advantages in Wollo.

Now holding these benefits in his hands, Livius Jahic turned and solemnly declared, "The ten-thousand-year agreement still stands. The giant race will honor it to the best of our ability. The descendants of the giant race will remember the kindness of the human race for generations!"

After saying this, he gathered all the peak creatures of the giant race and departed, heading back to their camp with the treasure in hand.

Meanwhile, the race ancestors were secretly providing protection.

The ancestors of the giant race, waiting in the Immortal Burial Ground, stood outside the tall mausoleum in Wollo.

"Livius, did you obtain the item?" a venerable voice asked as Livius emerged.

"Ancestors, Braydon Neal did not deceive us," Livius replied excitedly.

In a flash, the giant ancestors appeared, swiftly taking the items from his hands before vanishing.

The giants, now fully mobilized, returned to their camp.

No one knew what had transpired.

Over the following year, transcendents began breaking through one after another in the Immortal Burial Ground.

At Wollo, within the human race, three beings transcended: a gray-robed elder resembling a human ancestor, an old Daoist riding a green bull, and Stas Ipatov, who commanded a true dragon mount.

All three had achieved transcendence!

To the outside world, the human race had already produced nine transcendents—an overwhelming show of strength!

Meanwhile, the second transcendent of the native immortal race had emerged, a grand elder of the Immortal Sect.

From that moment on, the immortal race boasted two transcendents, making them incredibly powerful.

The demon race also saw the rise of their second transcendent, as did both the innate race and the saint race.

Now, demons, saint beasts, innate experts, and immortals each had two transcendents.

On top of this, the human race had nine transcendent level experts.

With the Immortal Burial Ground now housing a total of seventeen transcendents, everyone could feel that a grand era had arrived.

Transcendent experts appeared en masse, marking what could only be described as the golden age of martial arts.

Across the universe, even the most reclusive beings—ancient figures hidden for eons—surfaced.

These were beings thought to have long passed away, many having lived for hundreds of millions of years.

Yet now, they could not resist the pull of the Immortal Burial Ground.

They were cautious, long fearing the land’s terrifying reputation, and had never dared enter easily.

But now, with seventeen transcendents present, they could no longer remain idle.

All of them ventured into the land.

In the northern desert, within the human camp, Braydon stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky.

He spoke softly, "The human race has brought forth nine transcendents, while the other four races have produced eight. The rest will depend on the giant race."

"Ancestor Neal, if too many transcendent experts emerge, could it affect the balance of power?" Elder Levine cautioned.

The other races had amassed many transcendent experts, and if they were to unite, they could pose a serious threat to the human race.

With the four races joining forces, their number of transcendents could rival that of the humans.

Then there were the hidden giants, who, barring any unforeseen events, were likely to produce four transcendent experts of their own.

Braydon had nurtured her, but if things went wrong, it could be like raising a tiger, inviting danger.

Braydon chuckled, "It doesn’t matter. Since I dare to set the trap, I have the power to overturn the chessboard. Let the disciples in the race push harder—there are still too few peak-level humans!"

Elder Levine and the others smiled wryly.

Braydon had seized countless top-tier resources from across the immortal realm, along with the tribute from the giant race, which included ten Great Path Primordial Chaos Fruits each year.

Combined with the unique resources of the immortal realm, the human race was now producing 18 peak experts annually.

This growth rate had already surpassed the innate race.

In less than a thousand years, the human race would have more peak experts than the innates, establishing themselves as a superpower in the universe.

Yet, Braydon still wasn’t satisfied—his expectations for the human race were incredibly high.

In truth, Braydon was playing the long game.

For generations, the human race had been suppressed, and he needed to ensure they had enough experts to survive the coming eras.

In that dark era, he intended for the human race to dominate, even as other races faced their darkest hour.

The human race could not afford to falter; they had to rise as the royal family of the myriad races, becoming an unshakable overlord force.

As they spoke, a terrifying aura of transcendence erupted from the depths of the northern desert, accompanied by the emergence of a colossal giant.

The giant stood 900,000 feet tall and roared toward the sky.

"From this day forth, a transcendent has been born in my race!" Livius’s voice echoed as he released a transcendent aura.

He had been suppressed for too long, but as the leader who had secured two paths to transcendence and two transcendent bodies for the race, he was finally qualified to refine his own path of transcendence.

He had broken through!

The wall of the immortal realm above him shattered, revealing the Nine Illusion Sea.

Three bolts of transcendent lightning descended.

The first strike contained the power of transcendence, and Livius stood resolute in the transcendent realm.

The second strike hit, causing his body to explode as if he couldn’t withstand the immense power of transcendence.

But as his body slowly regenerated, his aura grew even stronger, his entire being now brimming with transcendent power.

When the third bolt of transcendent lightning struck, it purified Livius’s soul.

As a giant, his body was naturally enormous, but now, with the power of transcendence, he became even more terrifying.

He had drawn down all three bolts of transcendent lightning.

Indiana Ibbot’s eyes filled with confusion.

He could feel the overwhelming pressure and a dangerous aura radiating from Livius. "Where did the giant race obtain the path of transcendence?" he wondered aloud, still bewildered.

It was a mystery.

In the immortal realm, there were only a few known places where the source of the path of transcendence had been publicly revealed.

One such place was where Lukyan Flerov had suppressed the transcendent experts.

Among the eight masters of Jlato City, one—seven-leaf grass—had been subdued by Braydon.

In Jlato City, seven supreme transcendents had emerged, while two more appeared in the northern desert, making a total of nine transcendents.

There were ten paths to transcendence and ten transcendent bodies, meaning at most twenty transcendents could exist.

But now?

Indiana had absorbed the bodies of three transcendent experts, and Shadey Kanevsky was still alive and well.

The four great races had produced eight transcendents, and the human race had nine, totaling seventeen.

The number was already unusual.

And now the giant race had produced a transcendent too.

Where had this additional path of transcendence come from?

The transcendent experts of the South Pole Sea and the Maknum Eastern Town were still suppressed.

"What?" Indiana thought in shock, his gaze shifting toward the human camp.

He muttered, "There must be transcendent experts being suppressed in Wollo!"

Humans!

He suspected the humans were behind it all.

Not only the immortals, but even Jarle Bergendorff and the young golden flood dragon sensed something.