The Strongest War God-Chapter 1933: The Thirteen-Floor Palace
Chapter 1933: The Thirteen-Floor Palace
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
After offering his compliment, Milo Simmons shifted the conversation. "When I first got here, I heard there’s a palace in the east with a strong body inside. Let’s go and try our luck. What do you think?"
"Let’s go!" Damian Fowler agreed. He hadn’t come here to sulk but to find opportunities.
The group continued their journey.
Braydon Neal remained relaxed—he had the whole day to explore.
He could already sense it: the disciples of the Northern Army had entered Maknum, and many had come.
The Black Screen Heaven, operating in the shadows, would honor their agreement with Braydon.
Day or night, none of the human disciples had moved.
The real threats were the demons and the immortals.
If it were a fair fight between disciples of the same generation and rank, the Northern Army’s disciples could die with honor.
However, if some old man attacked a Northern Army disciple without shame... then Braydon would have a serious conversation with that race.
As the human race grew stronger each day, Braydon knew he had to protect his race’s disciples.
If outsiders dared to deceive them, they would naturally face destruction.
Moreover, the soldiers of the Northern Army weren’t just human descendants—they were Braydon’s comrades.
He couldn’t turn a blind eye to them.
In the east, there stood a circular palace with thirteen floors.
Every floor was protected by formations.
The first and second floors had already been broken, and fierce battles raged inside, likely over treasures.
Braydon gazed at the palace, slightly surprised.
The formations on the 13th floor were incredibly intricate.
Despite some flaws, the merits of the design were clear.
Whoever built this palace had a profound mastery of array formations.
The materials used could likely forge an immortal monarch weapon.
The formation on the first level could trap immortals, while the second level could imprison true immortals.
After Milo and the others arrived, the third level was breached.
In an instant, hundreds of immortals surged inside.
That array had been strong enough to trap heavenly immortals, but now it was broken.
Damian immediately flew up and rushed in, no longer concerned about his team.
If he got in and grabbed something, it would be his!
"Brother, want to take a gamble?" Milo called out quietly.
"No harm in checking it out," Braydon replied, showing no fear.
He broke through a window and entered the third level with Milo.
Though the third floor of the palace appeared to be about a hundred square meters, the inside was incredibly vast, stretching tens of thousands of square meters and lined with bookshelves.
Tens of thousands of books filled the shelves, each containing various secret techniques.
This must have been the treasure trove of some force within Maknum.
Now, the latecomers had their chance.
In a frenzy, the immortal beings swarmed the bookshelves.
To their surprise, every shelf was firmly anchored to the ground, and storage rings couldn’t retrieve the books.
When someone tried to grab an ancient book, they were repelled.
The once chaotic third floor fell silent.
Milo and Braydon stood in a corner. "This is tricky. There’s a protective barrier here. If we want to take anything, we’ll have to understand the opening Chapter first," Milo said.
"These restrictions can be broken at the peak level," Braydon observed.
He could tell at a glance that there was a formation node beneath each bookshelf.
The thousands of bookshelves were linked, protecting one another.
Any attempt to move one would affect the entire formation.
It was clear—force wasn’t an option.
Milo approached a bookshelf and eyed the jade slips sealed inside.
People were already standing in front of the shelves, trying to comprehend the opening Chapter.
If they could understand it, the seal would naturally break, allowing them to claim the cultivation technique or secret method within.
However, this process was incredibly time-consuming.
Comprehending cultivation techniques took the most time.
"Immortal king technique!" Milo exclaimed, staring at a red bookshelf.
"What?"
Whoosh!
Several ancient immortals nearby immediately rushed over.
Among the tens of thousands of bookshelves, the collection was divided into six regions: from the immortal realm to the true immortal realm, the heavenly immortal realm, ancient immortal, immortal supreme, immortal monarch, and beyond.
Immortal-level cultivation techniques and secret arts occupied most of the space, followed by true Immortal-level techniques.
At the very core, however, was a red bookshelf holding nine sealed jade slips.
If Milo was right, this was the legendary Nine Part Immortal King Technique.
Before he could react, an attack came at him.
"Get lost!" An ancient immortal shouted coldly as he charged over.
It was the same youth with vertical pupils they had encountered earlier.
But now, more than a hundred ancient immortals were present, and with only nine parts of the technique available, the battle began.
Suddenly, a cold snort echoed through the room.
Everyone felt their hearts sink, blood trickling from the corners of their lips.
An immortal supreme had entered!
He appeared to be in his fifties, dressed in a black robe, and radiated an oppressive aura that immediately subdued everyone.
Walking up to the red bookshelf, a flicker of excitement crossed his face as he surveyed the jade slips.
He quickly selected one and closed his eyes, beginning to comprehend its opening Chapter.
Once he understood the opening, he could claim the full immortal king technique.
Braydon stood in the distance, unmoved.
Someone who didn’t even care about the path of transcendence wasn’t likely to be interested in an immortal king technique.
What really caught Braydon’s attention was the existence of the palace’s thirteenth floor.
The arrival of the immortal supreme meant immortal monarchs and immortal kings would surely follow soon. freewebnøvel.com
Softly, Braydon turned to Milo and said, "When the immortal king arrives, everyone will be wiped out. Pick an immortal monarch technique that suits you. Once you’ve got it, leave."
"That’s the only option. Which one are you after?" Milo asked, rubbing his hands together as he walked toward the other bookshelves.
At that moment, Damian was already locked in a struggle with others over a particular bookshelf.
On it was a sealed jade slip containing an immortal monarch technique—the legendary Myriad Sword Immortal Monarch Technique.
With a single thought, ten thousand swords could slash through the sun, moon, and stars.
This technique, on par with immortal kings’, attracted over ten ancient immortals, all vying for it.
"Milo, you two come help me!" Damian shouted.
"Idiot!" Milo rolled his eyes.
Who in their right mind would give up their own opportunity and risk their life to help?
Milo quietly positioned himself in front of a bookshelf tucked away in a hidden corner.
There were more than ten sealed jade slips, all containing immortal monarch techniques.
Two people beside him were already deep in comprehension.
Neither was making a move, peacefully focusing on their own chances.
There were enough opportunities here for everyone.
Unless someone found a technique perfectly suited to them, there was no need to fight over it.
However, some didn’t care about the cultivation techniques at all.
Three youths in black armor, with black-gold boots and cold swords at their waists, stood near the entrance to the fourth floor.
Their expressions were resolute, focused only on the next level.
"Can you break it?" the black-armored youth on the left asked.
"I need time," the tiger-eyed man replied, reaching out to touch the seal.
Swoosh!
He unsheathed the cold sword at his waist.
Sword Battle Seal.
Bang!
The entire third floor of the palace trembled.
Many who were deep in comprehension snapped out of their trance.
"What?" The immortal supreme was furious, glaring coldly as he threatened, "If you dare disturb me again, I’ll destroy your bodies and souls!"
