The Strongest War God-Chapter 1941: Chatting in the Teahouse

Chapter 1941: Chatting in the Teahouse

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Braydon Neal’s anger flared when he saw Harvey Lay.

"The sixty-six transcendent bodies that were auctioned off in the past are now scattered across the Immortal Burial Ground," Luther Carden said. "The native immortal race, demon race, saint race, innate race, giant race, and others. Back then, these five races took two-thirds of the transcendent bodies. The rest of the powers that obtained them have all hidden away here."

"What worries me is that even after they transcend, they won’t leave Wollo," Luther continued, looking at Braydon.

He understood the gravity of the situation.

If these transcendents remained, it would hinder the chaos and conflict between the five races.

"Tell Livius Jahic that if those people stay in Wollo after transcending, I’ll allow the transcendent experts of the giant race to come in and hunt them down," Braydon said coolly.

"Understood!" Luther nodded but hesitated for a moment before frowning. "If they cross the line and launch an attack in Wollo, it could hurt the reputation of our human race. If we don’t respond, outsiders might think we are weaker than the giant race."

"It doesn’t matter if our reputation takes a hit," Braydon replied coldly. "We’ve been managing Wollo for so long that many of our disciples see it as a safe haven. They believe that as long as they’re within our human territory, they’re completely secure."

Braydon’s eyes sharpened.

He had already noticed this dangerous mindset.

Human descendants had grown too comfortable with peace and security.

This was a fact that had persisted for many years.

A life of ease made people complacent, and fewer experts were emerging within the race.

This was not the future Braydon wanted.

For a super race to thrive endlessly, it required the relentless effort of every generation.

Fighting with their lives!

The ancestors had sacrificed everything for the peace and prosperity they enjoyed today, but the younger generation was repaying them with complacency?

If this generation lived too comfortably, the next would suffer twice as much.

Braydon could not allow that.

"I’ll make the arrangements immediately," Luther nodded, fully understanding his brother’s intentions.

"Go ahead," Braydon said, slowly closing his eyes.

Meanwhile, the three crippled bodies began stirring up trouble in the Immortal Burial Ground, challenging various experts in their quest to break through.

For the next three years, Braydon stayed in Wollo, focusing on comprehending his own path.

He also studied the cultivation path of the 10,000 banished immortals.

By now, he had already fused 60,000 Dharma Idols, with only 40,000 remaining.

Once the Dharma Nation was complete, he would be close to regaining his peak strength.

Outside, the five races had produced a significant number of transcendents, thanks to Braydon’s auction of transcendent bodies.

Each of the five races now had at least fifteen transcendents, leading to fierce competition for the transcendents hiding in Wollo.

These transcendent experts were not foolish.

They understood their precarious position and quickly became prey for the five races.

As a result, many sought to align themselves with a powerful faction.

Surprisingly, rather than choosing one of the five races, they opted to join the human race.

This development reached Braydon, but he ultimately rejected their offers.

The reasoning was simple—if these individuals joined the human race, they would be under its protection and free from pursuit.

Which of the five races would dare to challenge a transcendent expert of the human race?

Such a situation would undoubtedly quell the chaos in the Immortal Burial Ground, but Braydon had no intention of allowing outsiders into his ranks.

He sent word that once they transcended, those individuals had to leave Wollo within a set time, or they would face the consequences.

True to his word, Livius, a ruthless figure, led the powerhouses of the giant race in an assault on Wollo.

In a single night, they killed five transcendents and brought their bodies back to the giant race.

This bold move sent shockwaves through the other four races.

Indiana Ibbot’s face darkened. "The giant race is too bold! Is Livius Jahic out of his mind? How dare he cross the border to attack Wollo?"

In the demon camp, the golden flood dragon was especially shocked when the news reached him.

The saint race and innate race were equally stunned.

They waited two days, expecting a reaction, but nothing came from the human race.

Suddenly, the transcendent experts from various races grew restless.

They crossed into Wollo, hoping to get a clear response from the human race—but none came.

Indiana acted first.

The five transcendent experts captured by the giant race were those the local immortals had been trying hard to recruit.

To everyone’s shock, all five had been killed overnight by the giant race.

Indiana crossed the boundary and attacked, taking away three transcendents in one night.

The other three races followed suit, launching their own strikes.

For a moment, all the human cultivators in Wollo felt a wave of fear and confusion.

Why weren’t the transcendent experts of their race stepping in?

Where was Braydon?

With the powerhouses of the five races now gathered in Wollo, human disciples questioned why none of their own transcendent experts were taking action.

Elder Levine and the others could only smile bitterly as they hid in the palace, having already received Luther’s warning.

Acting without orders would result in severe punishment.

Not a single one of the human race’s ten transcendent experts made a move, allowing the experts of the five races to wreak havoc in Wollo.

Yet the golden flood dragon and his allies knew better than to target human disciples.

Killing the newly transcended experts was one thing, but harming the human race would trigger Braydon’s wrath, and that was a price no one wanted to pay.

The demon race would never forget how their second transcendent, the ten-tailed fox, had been forced to death by Braydon.

All five races understood the stakes.

So, while hunting the transcendents, they were careful not to harm a single human disciple.

In just half a month, all the newly transcended experts in Wollo were either killed or abducted.

The sixty-six transcendent bodies that were auctioned off in the past were essentially divided among the five major races.

This event forced all the powers in the Immortal Burial Ground to face reality.

Aside from the five races, any other power hoping to cultivate transcendents was chasing a fool’s dream.

Even if new transcendents were born, it would only spell disaster.

For half a month, chaos swept through Wollo.

Gradually, the storm calmed down.

However, the human cultivators in Wollo were left feeling bitter and resentful.

They couldn’t understand why their own transcendent experts didn’t intervene during the two weeks when those from the other races were wreaking havoc in Wollo.

Had Wollo become a place where outsiders could come and go as they pleased?

For a time, the once-mysterious and intimidating aura of Wollo was significantly diminished.

Demons and native immortals began pouring into Wollo, drawn by the large number of transcendents born there.

In the past, six transcendents had been born in a single day.

Was there a high concentration of transcendent bodies here?

Was this place as promising as Maknum?

With the reduced deterrence of Wollo, human disciples no longer carried the same sense of superiority when they ventured outside.

They became much more low-key, and the stark contrast to their previous confidence left many feeling resentful.

In Wollo, a bustling teahouse could accommodate hundreds of people.

It was lively, filled with human cultivators, demon beasts, and native immortals gathered together.