The Strongest War God-Chapter 1939: Becoming Brothers

The matter between him and Squire Tabert was a secret for all eternity.

"Each of them carries a trace of transcendence essence," Squire said solemnly.

"Hmm?"

Braydon Neal’s eyes flashed with determination.

He knew better than anyone who controlled the transcendence essence.

It was in the ancient soul’s hands.

When Squire first imprisoned these beings, he had various reasons.

But at its core, it was because each of them carried a trace of transcendence essence.

Though it was very faint, Braydon could barely detect it.

But he knew Squire would never lie to him.

"I have a use for the ones you’ve locked up," Braydon said after a brief silence.

"Up to you."

Squire didn’t argue and let Braydon proceed.

The conversation was nearing its end.

"Have you already gone in?" Braydon asked suddenly.

"Waiting for you," Squire’s voice was distant, then fell silent.

Braydon’s eyes brightened as he glanced at cell 1488.

The transcendent level nine expert broke free, pushing open the cage door from within.

His eyes were filled with respect as he looked at Braydon, too afraid to make a move.

An ancient soul guarded this place.

A level ten soul fused with transcendence essence—no level nine creature dared challenge it.

Braydon glanced at the ancient soul and said, "Let him out, too!"

Swoosh!

Cell 998 was sliced open.

The level eight transcendent expert inside was freed and stood on the ground.

The other imprisoned transcendents looked on with envy and longing, each hoping to escape.

Braydon calmly addressed the two of them, "Someone has offered to buy you. One is the Path Lord, and the other is a powerful warrior from the ancient demon realm."

"Path Lord?"

The level nine transcendent expert was taken aback.

It was clear he had heard of the path realm and knew about the Path Lord.

Braydon nodded. "You have one day to prepare. Once the deal is done, whether you can regain your freedom will depend on your own abilities!"

"Alright!"

The level nine transcendent expert and the level eight lifeform exchanged glances.

They both understood this was their chance.

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And that madman was still alive, even hinting that he wanted to imprison them forever.

The level nine expert would rather face the Path Lord than deal with that lunatic again.

Being trapped here, facing a fate worse than death, was not an option.

The day passed quickly!

Two powerful figures descended from the Immortal Burial Ground.

One was a white-haired young man with phoenix-like eyes and sharp eyebrows, his gaze filled with the weight of countless lifetimes.

He wore a green robe and seemed to be one with the heavenly path, like the embodiment of the great path itself—the true master of the ancient path realm.

He had arrived!

As he stood at the Immortal Burial Ground, he slowly spoke, "The immortal realm of old has fallen to such a state. It’s tragic and lamentable."

"Long time no see!"

Braydon flashed out of the small world and appeared in the outside world.

In the human race main hall in Wollo, the white-haired youth stood before him—the Path Lord.

He looked at Braydon, his eyes flickering. Slowly, he said, "Someone awakened the Immortal Burial Ground and stirred up this situation. I should have known it was you."

"Did you bring the item?"

Braydon wasn’t interested in reminiscing. He wanted the goods.

"This is what you want!" The Path Lord tossed a storage ring to him.

"There are so many good things," Braydon remarked as he took the ring.

More than 70% of the treasures inside were unique to the path realm.

Enlightening Heart Path Fruit!

One fruit could help a mortal reach the peak in just a hundred years.

Sadly, this kind of thing had long since gone extinct in the universe—only the path realm still had it!

The path realm had no contact with the outside, so the many resources sealed within never flowed out.

What’s more, these resources were concentrated in the hands of large factions and top experts.

"You’ve cultivated through thousands of lifetimes. You’re about to succeed in this one, right?" asked the Path Lord.

"Aren’t you close yourself?" Braydon replied with a faint smile.

The Path Lord seemed detached from worldly matters.

No action, no competition!

But in truth, it was the ultimate competition.

He was aiming for the most terrifying level ten path.

The path realm itself was unique.

The path cultivated by beings in the innate path realm was connected to the origins of various ancient realms.

By cultivating the strength of seven paths, they used the path essence to control the power of these ancient realms.

And the one who founded this method was none other than the Path Lord himself.

Braydon looked at him and said calmly, "Cultivating seven paths. The great path you created back then is now stuck at level nine. Isn’t the last step all that remains?"

"I can’t hide it from you!" the Path Lord admitted.

Once he succeeded, he would become the only level ten transcendent in the universe to cultivate seven paths.

When that happened, it would surely shake the entire Nine Illusion Sea.

The Path Lord suddenly added, "I’m not as good as you. I’ve experienced countless ups and downs over tens of thousands of years, but I’ve finally succeeded in this life. I’m curious—after all these years of accumulation, how terrifying will you be in this lifetime?"

"Until we reach the end, no one can say," Braydon replied, unwilling to reveal too much.

Both of them had their own paths to walk.

Time was short yet infinite before them.

"Let’s go," the Path Lord nodded. "I’d like to see the level nine transcendent expert that the lunatic imprisoned."

"You know?" Braydon wasn’t surprised.

The Path Lord sighed. "That madman from back then... for reasons unknown, he hunted down countless transcendents. He targeted them from level one to level nine and imprisoned them all.

"It seems you’ve acquired one of his cells!

"However, it doesn’t matter. You two are from the past. If you break his trap, I doubt he’ll say anything," the Path Lord said calmly.

Braydon glanced toward the entrance of the hall and saw a youth in black robes, emanating waves of demonic Qi.

Four long black horns jutted from his head, and his presence was overwhelming—a level nine transcendent expert, the ruler of the ancient demon realm, and the father of the demon race’s young lord: Lencho Kebe.

Stepping into the hall, Lencho looked at Braydon and finally sighed.

"Long time no see. It seems you’ve gathered the demon creatures from back then under your command once more," Braydon remarked with a smile.

"I want a ninth-level creature too," Lencho said, tossing a storage ring.

"This isn’t what we agreed upon," Braydon replied. He had prepared an eighth-level transcendent for the demon race. "I doubt you’ll be able to handle a ninth-level transcendent."

"I have my ways," Lencho replied, determined.

"Ancient Soul!" Braydon called out, his mind focused. "Prepare another level nine transcendent!"

With that said, they all disappeared on the spot.

The regional wall of the Immortal Burial Ground was pierced through as the three of them traveled together, arriving outside the universe at the vast Nine Illusion Sea.

Within the Nine Illusion Sea, countless small universes could be seen, nurtured by powerful experts, though most were broken.

The sea was also home to many native transcendents, with every corner covered in powerful transcendent formations, making it an extremely dangerous place.

On the surface of the sea, the ancient soul stood with his hands behind his back.

Two transcendents stood obediently behind him—numbers 1488 and 1489.

Both were level nine transcendents, and their strength had nearly recovered to its peak.

The transcendence power within the Nine Illusion Sea had allowed them to fully regain their strength.