The Strongest War God-Chapter 1916: The Final Fight

The fourth crippled body flashed into the outside world.

He raised his hand to the sky and said, "Spirit Summoning Art. Using my body, can I summon 30% of the immortal tribulation origin?"

The third and fourth crippled bodies worked together.

Each reached into the void and retrieved an object.

Immortal path origin!

A trace of immortal origin appeared, as if it had been forcibly plundered.

At that moment, the sky turned into a storm, with every drop of rain carrying immense immortal energy.

A single trace of immortal path origin represented terrifying immortal path power.

It flowed directly into Braydon Neal’s body.

The third and fourth crippled bodies refined the immortal energy together, passing it into Braydon’s body simultaneously, aiding his cultivation to rise another level.

Boom!

Braydon had just entered the heavenly immortal realm.

His cultivation surged once more, breaking through 13 realms in a single go.

He could no longer contain it and was on the verge of breaking into the ancient immortal realm.

The fourth crippled body struck out with his palm to suppress the breakthrough signs, helping Braydon stabilize his foundation.

He spoke softly, "The 70,000 Dharma Idols in the Dharma Nation have yet to fully form. Once they do, you’ll be able to break into the ancient immortal realm."

Originally, Braydon’s 60,000 Dharma Idols were enough to support his cultivation for a while.

Braydon summoned these four beings because his cultivation was progressing too slowly.

With the four of them working together, their cultivation levels synchronized.

This propelled Braydon’s cultivation from the immortal realm to the great fulfillment thirteenth level of the heavenly immortal realm—

An entire realm above the great fulfillment immortal realm.

If the Dharma Nation had been completed, the combined strength of the four crippled bodies could have pushed Braydon’s cultivation all the way to the immortal king realm.

Braydon sat cross-legged for a moment, adjusting his aura.

His energy was powerful, with no signs of imbalance.

His cultivation had already reached the great fulfillment heavenly immortal realm.

"Having more clones has its advantages," Braydon murmured softly.

"The fusion of 100,000 Dharma Idols will mark the day of completion."

The fourth crippled body calmly reminded him.

Once Braydon succeeded, his aura would leak out, and even the Immortal Burial Ground wouldn’t be able to contain it.

When that happened, those beings outside the universe would sense it.

They were sure to descend here.

He should have planned for this earlier.

"We’ll deal with that later. What are your plans?" Braydon asked softly.

"I want to go out and take a look."

Ever since the fourth crippled body defeated Indiana Ibbot, he’d wanted to venture out.

Once he left, Braydon would lose one of his trump cards.

Still, Braydon didn’t stop him. "The universe beyond is extremely dangerous. Even top-level transcendent experts risk death. Transcending doesn’t make you invincible. And you’re only at the god king realm."

"This universe no longer has anyone who can challenge me. If I stay, I can suppress them," the fourth crippled body said, glancing at the other three crippled bodies.

His words were far from humble.

The first crippled body slightly curled his lips.

"I’ll go with you," said the third body.

"Your strength is sufficient. But wait a bit longer. When you reach another realm and your power matches mine now, then you can go out and take a look," the fourth crippled body suggested.

While the four crippled bodies discussed, only the first and second remained silent.

It was as if the two of them were much weaker—though they were actually very strong!

It was just that the other two crippled bodies were even more monstrous.

At advanced cultivation stages, the power difference between small realms could be as vast as the difference between clouds and mud.

As a result, the ability of the crippled bodies to challenge those of higher levels became more limited.

The third and fourth crippled bodies weren’t suppressed because they were simply too abnormal.

These two were just too wicked!

Seeing this, Braydon nodded. "The ancient soul is in the Nine Illusion Sea. If you encounter a high-level transcendent, call on the ancient soul for help. Colette is there too. She won’t stand idly by."

"Understood!"

The fourth crippled body left, moving freely, without any concern for what was happening behind him.

After all, he was just a crippled body. His role was only to pave the way for the main body.

He would explore the path ahead, waiting for his main body to return to its peak and sweep away all his enemies.

The other three crippled bodies exchanged glances.

Braydon smiled faintly. "Let’s go. Maknum is about to open. All the transcendent experts will be there. You can use them to train yourselves."

"Let’s go!"

If his third body advanced another level, he could also venture beyond the universe.

He didn’t want to fall too far behind the fourth crippled body.

Yet, the gap between the four of them had been set from the moment they were born.

The first crippled body was the weakest.

The fourth was the most terrifying.

Braydon’s cultivation had risen so much that he wanted to test his own battle prowess.

Meanwhile, hundreds of thousands of miles away, the outline of a giant city emerged, exuding a desolate and decaying aura.

There was no sign of life.

A cracked plaque hung at the east gate of the vast city, which stretched for miles.

"Maknu..."

One letter was missing at the end.

This was Maknum.

Outside, experts from various races gathered.

Almost all the elites of the six races in the Immortal Burial Ground had appeared, including humans!

The immortal race, in particular, glared at the disciples of the other five races with eyes full of hatred.

In the South Pole Sea, their innate immortal race had been betrayed by the giant race.

Indiana had been gravely injured, and thousands of peak immortal path cultivators had been slaughtered.

More than half were killed, and some were forced to start their cultivation again.

That battle had cost the immortals greatly, and they had gained nothing in return.

Now, they trusted no one, not even their fellow innate immortals.

Their hatred for the giant race was deep.

Currently, the experts of the six factions each claimed a section of land.

Each race had nearly 10,000 peak members.

Apart from the human race, the number of peak experts had only just surpassed 1,000.

Still, the number of peak humans was growing at an alarming rate.

Though the other races were aware of it, they were powerless to stop it.

The human race now had nine transcendent experts.

After their journey to the Immortal Burial Ground, the rise of the human race was unstoppable.

Now, all the factions hoped the human race would continue to keep a low profile.

If the humans interfered and seized the path of transcendence...

It would turn them into yet another formidable enemy.

If they claimed a path of transcendence, it would reduce the benefits available to the other races.

Some would gain, while others would return empty-handed.

Besides the six races, there was another powerful force—the innate god race.

The nine-headed serpent and the other four stood apart, detached.

They were far from weak, though.

Unlike the other six races, they seemed to act alone, without any followers.

Everyone understood that the transcendent was the key.

As for the nine-headed serpent’s group of five, every side was trying to recruit them.

Indiana had personally visited, hoping to form an alliance.

Even Livius Jahic of the giant race had put aside his grudge, hoping to join forces with the nine-headed serpent and other four transcendents to monopolize the benefits of Maknum.

This was Livius’s ambition.

For the sake of gaining advantages, he was willing to cooperate even with those who had previously ruined the giant race’s plans.

But the nine-headed serpent and the others did not respond to the invitations.

Their task was to carry out Braydon’s orders: let the five races fight among themselves.

Now, the people of various races had gathered here, waiting for a long time.

After the incident in the South Pole Sea, they had all been waiting.

However, no one dared enter Maknum.

This place was ominous.

The various races had already sent six or seven waves of people inside, but no one ever returned.