The Strongest War God-Chapter 1721: Little Black Donkey

The Kithara Lord’s face was pale as he forcefully activated the forbidden song to revive Billy Foreman.

It was too strenuous for him since Billy’s cultivation was much higher than his own!

Even gathering souls was difficult, much less resurrection.

The sound of the kithara gradually rose, and thunder could faintly be heard.

Such a heaven-defying move would definitely attract divine punishment, and the heavenly punishment of the cosmos was much more terrifying.

"Sadie, the Northern Army owes him a favor!" Braydon Neal said softly as he looked over.

"Is the favor big?" Sadie tilted her head and wrinkled her nose.

"Very big!" Braydon nodded.

"Alright then!" Sadie raised her left hand and swept it across the void.

Spacetime reversal!

The scene before Billy’s death seemed frozen in midair forever.

When Billy reappeared, he panted heavily and was filled with terror.

He looked at Sadie and bitterly said, "I was too arrogant!"

"In another life, you are qualified to enter that hall!" Sadie didn’t look at him; her eyes were only on Braydon.

Billy had personally experienced a terrifying power he had never seen before.

However, even if Sadie revived Billy, it would be useless!

This guy was already a dying man.

His lifespan had dried up to the limit.

He survived because of his strong cultivation, using secret techniques or evil methods to stay young and return to his youthful state.

But Billy no longer cared about those things!

His cultivation had reached a terrifying bottleneck, unable to improve at all.

He had long lost hope of living.

Therefore, when they saw the Grand Supreme descend, they ran up to die, eager to experience the terrifying power that surpassed the peak.

In the end, he got what he wanted, as if it was worth it even if his soul was scattered.

But someone wanted to keep him alive!

That someone was the Kithara Lord!

Not long ago, the Kithara Lord saved over ten thousand Northern Army people.

The sons of the Northern Army would remember this favor!

Therefore, since the Kithara Lord wanted to save this person, Braydon decided to return the favor and have Sadie save him.

Since ancient times, no one had dared to save the people the Grand Supreme had killed!

What was even more bizarre was that he even had the Grand Supreme personally resurrect those she killed.

There was probably only one person who could do this!

Who was that person?

Many old geezers had probably guessed it in an instant!

However, they could rest assured that those who knew about today’s matter were all ancient figures of the race.

The news would definitely not spread.

Moreover, after the Heavenly Lord’s true body descended, who would dare to spy on them?

Spying on the Grand Supreme?

They must be tired of living.

Therefore, the matter regarding Braydon was still the top secret of the race.

Billy didn’t last for more than fifteen minutes before he was killed.

His cultivation and soul turned into a black mark and disappeared into the void.

Only by turning into a soul imprint could one sense the guidance of reincarnation.

Billy had entered the reincarnation cycle and would be qualified to enter that hall in the future.

This news made Chadwick Neal and the rest excited!

That hall had stood outside the cosmos for 30,000 years.

It was created by the leader of the group back then.

It was rumored that the new path created by that man was hidden inside.

The new path for all living beings was close to success.

Unfortunately, it was all for naught.

As for whether the new path was with Braydon or not, in the eyes of many old fellows, this kid was stupid and did not remember anything from his previous life.

There was no new path!

Only by breaking through the shackles of the peak would one be qualified to see the new path.

This was what that person said.

He also said that regardless of race, anyone who broke through the peak would be qualified to see the glory of the new path.

When the myriad races heard this, they thought, "You want to be the ancestor of all races?!"

Without a word, they started the War of Ten Thousand Races to snatch the new path.

In the end, he was defeated in the War of Ten Thousand Races.

They also found the new path.

However, all the races were heavily injured.

Right now.

"Is that phoenix-crowned girl your real body?" Braydon asked softly as he and Sadie walked side by side.

"I guess so!" Sadie thought for a moment and actually gave this answer.

"That phoenix-crowned girl just now wasn’t your real body?" Braydon was shocked.

"Then do you know the true identity of the Great Empress?" A glimmer of hope flashed in the depths of Sadie’s eyes, but it was quickly shattered.

Braydon didn’t know anything.

The two of them, along with the little fool, came to the human race Hall of Fame.

The Hall of Fame was built like a mountain.

It was completely black, as if made of steel.

It was as if mountains covered the land.

At a glance, it was boundless!

When they entered the Hall of Fame, there were all kinds of portraits hanging on the walls, all of which were portraits of the eight lineage chiefs.

However, some of the portraits of the chiefs were missing!

The missing portrait hung high in the Hall of Fame.

These outer halls were only used to pay tribute to some important figures.

Not everyone could enter the Hall of Fame!

Braydon stood at the entrance of the outer hall.

A skinny old man holding a rotten banana fan walked out leisurely.

When he saw Braydon and Sadie, he cupped his hands slightly. "I didn’t know that the three of you had arrived. I’m sorry for my rudeness!"

"Can we go in?" Braydon asked.

"Back then, yes!" Hristo Lore was stunned.

"You can go in, but you’re not allowed to worship them!" Sadie stood in front of him and instructed him seriously.

"Why?" Luke nibbled on a cucumber.

"Because they are not worthy!" Sadie’s words made Hristo extremely embarrassed.

He didn’t know how to respond.

After all, based on seniority, this Heavenly Lord’s background was truly terrifying.

When her true body descended, in this universe, there really weren’t many who could fight in front of her!

If someone went to the demon region and shouted that the Grand Supreme had descended, even a group of peak living beings would be scared away.

Braydon passed by the outer hall and looked at the various portraits hanging there.

They were all men.

There was only a donkey hanging on the east side—a portrait of a little black donkey.

"This donkey is also a chief?" Braydon was shocked.

"Cough, it’s much too embarrassing!" Hristo’s face darkened.

He really didn’t know how to introduce it.

Originally, this big shot was going to enter the Hall of Fame.

However, the way he did things was too evil!

Instead of cultivating the great paths, he had to explore the paths of the ancients and sages.

He had forcefully cultivated himself into a donkey.

Not to mention that he had cultivated into a black donkey!

Yet the descendants still dared to draw it!

There was not a single portrait of him when he was alive.

Instead, there were many donkey portraits left behind for hundreds of generations.

Braydon looked at the portrait of the little black donkey.

The more he looked at it, the more familiar it felt.

He gradually immersed himself in it and actually felt a trace of Ten Thousand Transformations.

In the trace he felt, a green-robed man stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the starry sky.

"Ten Thousand Transformations?" Braydon was shocked.

Hristo was surprised. "As expected of the reincarnation of our leader, seeing through the profound meaning of this portrait with a single glance. Back then, this big shot wanted to walk the path of the ancients and almost succeeded. He was about to evolve the complete Ten Thousand Transformations Monarch Art when he suddenly died!"