The Strongest War God

Braydon Neal had a hunch that the locals might have infiltrated the 14th ancient city.

Even if they hadn’t, they would likely manipulate the inhabitants into defecting.

Traitors were nothing new in any era.

The locals possessed abundant resources, and by utilizing spirit crystals, they could easily sway martial artists in the 14th ancient city to join their cause.

Braydon was relieved he hadn’t lingered in the ancient city for too long.

Extended stays would expose him to potential scrutiny through covert channels.

Softly, he inquired, “You haven’t explained why the bronze door was closed up in the past.”

Jabir Rambau’s bone-chilling response sent shivers down Braydon’s spine, “Because you want to leave, and so do we!”

The Oracle Palace inhabitants sought to venture beyond the ruins.

Why?

Jabir gazed out the window at the bright moon with disdain.

“Fake Moon!” he muttered.

“What?” Braydon frowned.

Jabir turned, smiling. “The reason the bronze gate closes is because of us. The Oracle Palace commands the aborigines, spirit beasts, and plant demons to attack, trying to seize the bronze gate.

“But they fail each time. Without the gods, they can’t attack swiftly, exterminating those outside before it closes. If the gods don’t act, we have to rely on the aborigines. By the time we reach the ancient city, the martial artists have retreated and closed the bronze door again.”

Jabir sighed, revealing a tinge of regret.

They yearned to explore the world outside the ruins, pursuing some elusive goal.

Upon learning of his teacher Finley Yanagi’s connection with the locals, Braydon was shocked.

“Alright, good bye,” he calmly declared, severing the connection via the black stone tablet without awaiting Jabir’s response.

The Oracle Palace held no appeal for Braydon.

In the distant Oracle Palace, Jabir, holding the black stone tablet, mused, “The Ancestral Land has been silent for a millennium, and now a naïve boy emerges, having mastered martial arts. Intriguing!”

Jabir contemplated the unexpected appearance of a living person from the silent Ancestral Land, a mere 21-year-old.

He was eager to uncover the secret of immortality, a coveted mystery hidden within the martial arts banished immortal.

For hundreds of years, every Great Divine Priest coveted the Ancestral Land, wanting to see the mysteries of eternal life.

Although the Oracle Palace had been unable to access the ancestral land for a thousand years, someone had conjured a martial arts banished immortal.

Jabir’s expression remained composed, yet a trace of greed lurked in his eyes. He wanted to get a glimpse of the secret of immortality.

The Oracle Palace had ordered them to retrieve the Young Divine Lord, and Jabir couldn’t contain his eagerness.

The chance for eternal life was too enticing, and he envisioned breaking through the final shackles, transcending the Ancestral Land’s supposed deterrence.

For Great Divine Priest Jabir, the Ancestral Land no longer held sway.

The Oracle Palace leaders, all Great Divine Priests, considered themselves supreme rulers of the ruins, dismissing the Ancestral Land’s significance long ago.

Jabir declared, “The Oracle commands us to bring back the Young Divine Lord!”

He couldn’t resist the allure of immortality and the opportunity to break free from the last restraints.

Whether he had to face the Ancestral Land or eliminate the youth from that place, he was determined to seize this chance.

In the Small Divine City, Zinno Hotel awaited.

Braydon sat cross-legged in his room, seemingly immersed in cultivation, but his thoughts revolved around devising a quiet exit strategy from this place.

Tonight was the night; he had to leave before the Oracle Palace caught up with him.

In the dead of night, a knock on the door interrupted his contemplation.

Cor Demeksa, respectful and attentive, inquired, “Your Highness, you were looking for me?”

Braydon cut to the chase, asking about the spirit herbs he had instructed Cor to procure – all precious 800-year-old specimens neatly stored in an empty pouch.

Then came the crucial question: “Is there a way to get me out of the city without alerting anyone?”

Curiosity tinged Cor’s voice as he cautiously added, “What method does Your Highness want to use to leave the city?”

Braydon’s gaze shifted to the divine ship outside the window, prompting Cor’s face to pale.

In a hoarse tone, he explained, “I dare not attempt it. The gods will know of Your Highness’s departure, and Zinno Hotel will have to bear the brunt of it all. It would bring dire consequences.”

Understanding the difficulty of the situation, Braydon didn’t hold it against him.

He dismissed Cor and resumed his cross-legged position.

While appearing to cultivate, he covertly contacted the little fool to seek assistance from their friends – the baby ginseng and little rabbit.

As dawn approached, Luke Yates informed Braydon of his little brothers’ arrival. “Brother, my little brothers are here.”

“Let’s go,” Braydon replied, leaving a discreet message on the door beam.

In the Zinno Hotel backyard, the soil loosened, and a furry head poked out of the soil with a small red flower on its head.

A white and chubby baby ginseng appeared

The baby ginseng, clad in a red belly band, looked around sneakily.

Behind it was the little rabbit.

The baby ginseng gestured anxiously as it started crying out loud.

“Stop howling! You’ll wake the old rats!” Little fool smacked the baby ginseng in the head.

The baby ginseng was naturally intelligent and aware of the presence of powerful beings like Lekan Yiga and Zahran Cwele, so it refrained from making any noise.

Braydon, with Luke, descended into the tunnel dug overnight by the baby ginseng.

The hole, two meters tall, extended from outside the city to ten miles beyond, a testament to the effort the ginseng baby had put in.

The two brothers slipped away unnoticed.

On the top floor of Zinno Hotel, Zahran, seated at a table, expressed restlessness to Lekan, who calmly responded, “Lord Lekan, the Oracle has ordered us to bring back the Young Divine Lord. However, the Young Divine Lord doesn’t want to go back. What should we do?”

“Patience is key,” Lekan advised. “Sincerity will win his heart. The Young Divine Lord is still young; we will persuade him patiently, and he will return to the Oracle Palace with us.”

Just as he finished speaking, a sudden intrusion interrupted their tranquility.

“Lord Lekan, the Young Divine Lord has escaped!” Ferhat Lebeko exclaimed anxiously from outside the door.

Lekan’s calm demeanor faltered as he responded with puzzlement.