The Strongest War God-Chapter 1716: The Highest Hall

But how many epochs had passed in the universe?

The first eon artifact had long disappeared into the mists of time.

Over 90% of the pinnacle experts in the universe had probably never even seen a true eon artifact.

Such forbidden artifacts could sever soul imprints.

Whenever an eon artifact appeared, all the super races in the universe would vie for it with everything they had.

The lives of three to five peak experts from various races would be a small price to pay.

In fact, if ten peak experts’ lives could be exchanged for an eon artifact, most super races would make that trade.

Any race that possessed an eon artifact would wield a terrifying deterrent power.

Without one, the peak experts in the universe were not afraid of death.

Their entire life’s worth of cultivation turned into a soul imprint, allowing them to reincarnate, cultivate another life, and return to their peak!

Moreover, races would do everything they could to find their important figures from previous lives.

Many beings would return to their race after their soul imprint was awakened, benefiting from their race’s resources and quickly regaining their former strength.

The cultivation speed of such reborn individuals could be ten thousand or even a hundred thousand times faster than that of ordinary cultivators.

Records from all major races confirm this.

There was once an individual who, after being reborn, reached the peak in just a hundred years.

Reality was indeed that daunting!

In this mysterious hall, all sixteen members were deeply unsettled by the arrival of the little fool.

And they were not alone in their concern—others were equally worried, though they concealed their anxiety more effectively.

The grudges from past lives would likely be settled in this one.

In just one day, Braydon Neal and his brother arrived at the race headquarters.

This galaxy, known as the Eight Lineages Galaxy, symbolized the human race.

The name "Eight Lineages" made it clear what this place represented.

Cree Mackey’s starship flew past all the life planets without anyone daring to stop it.

According to the rules, starships entering this galaxy had to be assigned to a life planet based on their status.

However, Cree’s starship was registered under the name Bright Lord!

The return of Bright Lord’s starship was as significant as the eight lineage chiefs themselves.

Who would dare to challenge a starship of this caliber?

So, the black starship went straight to the heart of all the planets.

The grand planet surrounded by nebulas was where the highest palace of the human race stood.

Only the most important figures arrived here.

The headquarters of the Virtual Spirit Association couldn’t even be set up on this planet.

There were only two places here: the highest hall of the human race and the Hall of Fame.

The Hall of Fame was where the portraits of the greatest human elites were displayed.

The highest hall of the human race was where the eight lineage chiefs held their meetings.

Who would dare to intrude?

Compared to the billions of planets with countless starships coming and going, no other starship had entered this planet in a year and a half, except for Cree’s.

The chiefs didn’t need to use the starship anymore.

Braydon stood on the starship with his hands behind his back, gazing out the window.

As the starship entered the planet, two men in iron armor and black masks blocked their path.

"Flight is prohibited above the highest peak!" they announced.

It was considered disrespectful to the ancestors to fly a starship above the Hall of Fame.

It could easily result in destruction.

Cree looked at Braydon.

"Put away the starship," Braydon said as he chose to disembark.

The two armored men were taken aback.

They knew this was the Bright Lord’s starship, which had been piloted by Cree and had not returned for many years.

However, they didn’t expect an unfamiliar young man to step out.

The little fool followed his brother out, looking around with curiosity.

The armored man beside him frowned and said, "This is a crucial place for the race. No one is allowed to enter!"

"I address him as Martial Uncle!" Cree said calmly.

As soon as he spoke, the two men’s expressions changed dramatically.

An important figure had arrived!

A thin figure, wearing a mask, descended silently.

"The armored men turned pale and bowed deeply. "Evil Lord!"

"Braydon, Luke!" came a long-awaited and warm greeting.

Luke YAtes looked puzzled, as if recognizing something.

He called out, "Old Evil Yanagi!"

"Teacher!" Braydon responded, recognizing the person.

The human magnate known as the Evil Lord of the past was none other than Finley Yanagi.

He finally revealed himself.

Evil Lord Finley removed his mask and smiled. "The two of you can leave now."

"Yes, sir!" The two armored men, breaking out in cold sweat, quickly departed.

After all, the Evil Lord was considered even more dangerous than the chiefs.

Cree, though slightly surprised, bowed respectfully to Finley.

"Follow me, someone is waiting for you!" Finley said as he led the way with the three of them.

On their path, his expression suddenly hardened.

With a hint of malice, he warned coldly, "Get lost! If you dare spy on me again, I’ll kill you all!"

In the shadows, streams of divine senses were probing and exploring.

Finley’s harsh words caused everyone to retreat.

The arrival of Braydon and Luke had clearly drawn the attention of all parties.

Luke’s identity could no longer be hidden.

He was Lord Woodruff.

Only Braydon remained uncertain about his guess.

Thirty thousand years ago, everyone had seen the soul imprint of the leader being shattered outside the starry sky.

Even though the Great Empress appeared, she would have only been able to gather the fragments of the soul imprint and protect him into reincarnation, with a very slim chance of success.

No one was willing to believe that person had lived another life.

"Don’t you have anything else to say to me and Luke?" Braydon asked softly as he followed behind Finley.

"That’s right, Old Evil Yanagi, why are you called the Evil Lord?" Luke demanded, clearly agitated.

Finley did not offer an explanation.

As the Evil Lord of the human race, he could easily assume any identity he wished.

To him, a few decades on Earth were just a fleeting moment, like a brief dream, insignificant.

But to the sons of the Northern Army, he had always been their revered teacher—a figure who was both a mentor and a father.

In front of the towering palace, the massive doors were firmly closed. freёweɓnovel.com

The pillars on either side gave Braydon a sense of foreboding.

Finley approached the door and said softly, "Once you enter this hall, you can ask all your questions."

With that, the towering palace doors slowly creaked open.

Inside, all the key figures were assembled.

The eight lineage chiefs and other important figures were present.

They were all seated in the hall, including Chadwick Neal at the head, dressed in a black robe.

Flanking him were the seven lineage masters, followed by the Yin Yang Holy Master, Immanuel Sanchez, Demon Lord, and Lord Kithara.

There were 108 seats in total, and none were vacant.

Every one of them was at the peak of their power.