The Strongest War God-Chapter 1913: Crossing Five Realms

"I just want to know who created this prison. I’ve never played games with you. If anything, you’ve been treating me like a fool," Braydon Neal said, his gaze fixed on the prison ahead.

The creature in cell 1488 appeared to be sleeping, but a faint trace of spiritual energy was quietly reaching out to Braydon.

His presence had stirred many transcendents from their slumber—they were all secretly watching.

The level nine transcendent stayed silent for a long time before finally revealing the truth. "The one who built this place is a madman."

Braydon approached cell 1488, waiting for the occupant to make a move.

Inside was a humanoid figure covered in silver scales.

Suddenly, the creature opened its eyes and stared coldly at Braydon.

It had transcended for countless years, leaving no trace of humanity behind.

"A madman?" Braydon asked softly.

"A madman who claims he’s trying to establish a new order beyond the universe," came the reply from the silver-scaled being, its spiritual energy flickering toward Braydon.

Braydon felt another presence reach out to him. "We call him a lunatic, but he calls himself the Grand Judge."

Braydon’s lips twitched. "What a unique name."

Claiming to be the "Grand Judge" — did this madman intend to judge even those in the transcendent realm? Braydon smiled at the thought.

The silver-scaled creature fell silent for a long while, lost in memory.

Finally, it said, "That lunatic banned marriage between men and women in the realm he ruled. In other words, he forbade transcendents from reproducing and giving birth."

"What kind of rule is that?" Braydon was genuinely shocked.

This so-called judge seemed to be a true lunatic.

What an absurd rule.

The silver-scaled creature continued, "He also forbade us from entering the Nine Illusion Sea and even prohibited us from eating meat. At our stage, it doesn’t matter if we don’t eat for hundreds of millions of years, but he imposed all sorts of strange restrictions. Everyone here has transcended—who cares about such trivial things?"

"So, which rule did you break?" Braydon asked, now curious.

The silver-scaled creature went silent again. A moment passed.

"I had a mouthful of blood food and drank half a jug of wine," the silver-scaled creature said calmly.

"And then?" Braydon pressed further.

The creature lowered its head. "I was imprisoned for 900 million years."

"What is it?" Braydon was taken aback.

Was this lunatic really a judge?

Because of something so small, this silver-scaled creature was sentenced to 900 million years in confinement.

A level nine being, no less.

Even Braydon hadn’t been that ruthless in his past!

The silver-scaled creature reflected, "During that time, we all lived under his tyranny until we were locked away here. We lost track of how much time had passed. Eventually, it was said that he disappeared."

"Interesting," Braydon mused.

The silver-scaled creature clearly wasn’t the last one to be imprisoned.

Whoever was locked up most recently must know the most about what had happened.

But who was this judge, exactly? What kind of existence was he? He had set such bizarre rules—what was his motive? And in what era had he lived?

No one knew.

After some idle conversation, Braydon turned to leave.

"Brat!" The silver-scaled creature suddenly called out.

"What is it?" Braydon stopped.

"Since you know my strength, you should understand that I can fulfill my promise."

The creature was referring to the Immortal King Path Fruit.

Braydon smiled. "If I were imprisoned here, and I saw a slim chance of escape, I’d promise anything too."

The creature could hear the sarcasm in his voice. "Help me escape," it demanded. "It won’t be difficult for me to help you transcend in the future."

"If you can’t transcend on your own, I’ll kill one of the ten thousand transcendents here and extract their transcendence essence for you. You’ll transcend in no time."

Another ancient creature spoke up, and wisps of spiritual energy began to swirl around Braydon.

In an instant, more than a hundred transcendents made promises to him.

Braydon just smiled, turned around, and left without acknowledging their pleas.

After waiting a while longer, Braydon knew that if these guys wanted to escape, they would definitely offer greater benefits.

At that point, he could ask them many questions about the past.

If he pressed them too much now, it would only raise their suspicions.

With that thought in mind, Braydon left.

In the small world outside, he stepped into the sky and arrived above the golden ocean.

Whoosh!

The seawater churned, revealing innate immortal beings lurking in the depths.

Having already reached the immortal realm, Braydon raised his hand, and a sword descended from the sky.

A hundred thousand miles of parted sea!

It was as if the sky had been cut in two.

Countless immortal beings were forced to emerge from the sea, looking at Braydon with cold, killing intent.

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back, his smile as gentle as the wind. "True god, heavenly god, ancient god, god supreme. It’s not bad to use creatures at the four realms to practice!"

Since attaining the Immortal Path Fruit, he hadn’t had the chance to test his combat strength.

Now, everything had settled down.

The peaks of the myriad races were drawn into the Immortal Burial Ground to compete for the chance to transcend.

The situation of the six races was already in full swing.

Therefore, he didn’t need to worry about Luther Carden in the outside world.

All the races were trying their best to restrain themselves and avoid large-scale conflict, focusing instead on the Immortal Burial Ground.

Demon race, saint race, innate race, and giant race.

The transcendent-level experts of the four races had already issued orders to their people outside: in the coming years, do not easily target the human race.

If the human race were to engage in battle, they should give way whenever possible and avoid confrontation.

The reasoning behind such orders was straightforward.

In the Immortal Burial Ground, the four races had long been divided.

The human race was the most powerful, having given birth to nine transcendents.

Additionally, the giants were unusually strong.

If the human race joined forces with the giant race or Indiana Ibbot, it could spell doom for the other three races.

Now was a critical moment for fighting for the transcendence path.

They could not afford to anger the human race over conflicts in the outside world.

The entrance of the human race would only escalate the situation.

Braydon stood in the Sea of Gods, forcing out hundreds of creatures.

He raised his hand, and the Northern King Sword appeared in his grip.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, it slashed through the air, directly annihilating true god realm creatures into ashes.

Even heavenly gods were unable to stop him.

The ancient god realm expert gave it his all, but he couldn’t withstand this attack.

Only the god supreme remained.

Its main body, the iron tree in the sea, unleashed all its power.

The branches and leaves of the black iron tree were like knives, sharp and infused with powerful sword Qi.

The two forces clashed head-on.

Braydon sensed a hint of danger, but he wasn’t afraid.

He only needed to attack once.

The iron tree bent down, dispersing his vitality, and with a single slash, he killed across four realms.

Nothing could stand in his way.

Braydon stood in the Sea of Gods with his hands behind his back.

The water beneath his feet gradually calmed.

He glanced at the back of his hand, which had been cut by a black leaf, dripping with scarlet blood.

In the next second, the wound healed.

The iron tree had indeed injured Braydon, but it was only a minor wound.

Braydon understood that he could kill the iron tree, yet its power could also harm him.

Immortal killing god supremes and immortal supremes, crossing four realms. He was probably the only one capable of being so terrifying even in the late stages of cultivation.

Right now, Braydon wanted to cross the five realms.