The Strongest War God

Chapter 1607: Agreed Chapter 1607: Agreed Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Back then, he had been the Bright Lord’s loyal brother, forced to witness the Bright Lord’s tragic downfall.  He had felt utterly powerless.  The Yin Yang Holy Master and his companions were unafraid of battle or death, bound by their allegiance to their race.  For them, the survival and prosperity of their people outweighed personal survival.

Braydon Neal regarded him with a gentle smile.

“I understand.

The race’s welfare comes first.

If I were in your shoes, I would have made the same decision.” “It’s good that you grasp that,” replied the Yin Yang Holy Master with a bitter smile.

“As a chief of the eight lineages, there are many matters beyond our control.” Braydon’s expression turned cold and severe.  He asked with a hint of venom, “What about those elders of the human race who were among those who besieged the Bright Lord and the others?

Were they also helpless?” His voice dripped with murderous intent.

Braydon understood the Yin Yang Holy Master’s reasoning, but comprehending the Bright Lord’s personal revelations was another matter entirely.  The foundational betrayal by members of their own race against the five lords remained a bitter truth.

“These individuals are the disgrace of their race,” the Yin Yang Holy Master remarked.

“The remnants of that conflict likely live out their days in comfort within their race.” Braydon smirked faintly, his expression tinged with derision.  The five lords had fallen, and no race would seek retribution for deceased figures.  Such actions didn’t align with the interests of any race.

However, Braydon spoke of these old matters merely in passing.  His current cultivation was inadequate to pursue investigations into past events without risking interference.

“I heard you’re planning to sell the Purple Gilt Supreme Path Stone?” The Yin Yang Holy Master diverted the conversation.

Braydon nodded slightly.  He had entered the Second Universe with the intention to sell the Purple Gilt Supreme Path Stone in exchange for resources for the Northern LiangArmy.  However, an unexpected event at the Milky Way Chamber of Commerce prompted Braydon to seize the opportunity, calling upon the five lords to delve into their shared past.  Additionally, he aimed to alert a first-lineage level figure to potentially sell the Purple Gilt Supreme Path Stone to their race.

It could be said that Braydon had never truly intended to sell the Purple Gilt Supreme Path Stone to the Milky Way Chamber of Commerce.  Of course, if they agreed to Braydon’s two conditions, there was no harm in making the transaction with them.  The crucial point was that they couldn’t meet Braydon’s demands.

“What do you want in exchange?” asked the Yin Yang Holy Master.

“Four million high-grade saint spirit pills and eight million mythical vine seeds,” Braydon replied.

The Yin Yang Holy Master instantly grasped Braydon’s intentions behind these requests—clearly, they were intended for the Northern Army’s needs.

“That’s manageable,” the Yin Yang Holy Master said confidently.

“I’ll arrange for a shipment.

But what do you need mythical vine seeds for?

They require substantial resources for nurturing.” “I have path soil,” Braydon smiled knowingly.

“Hmm, understood,” the Yin Yang Holy Master acknowledged, aware of the potent effects of path soil on cultivating mythical vines.  While beneficial, what Braydon requested was not inexpensive.  Just the four million high-grade saint spirit pills alone were valued at 400 trillion star coins, a sum sufficient to obtain all these resources with just one Purple Gilt Supreme Path Stone.

400 trillion star coins might sound like a substantial amount, but it was only half the wealth of a stellar realm.

Take the space battlefield not far from Earth, for example.  The daily resource consumption there alone would deplete the resources of an entire galaxy directly.  This was the reality of space warfare—only the great races dared to initiate and sustain such prolonged conflicts.  The competition was rooted in foundational resources: warriors, armors, pills, and more.  Without extensive territory and substantial resources, smaller races simply couldn’t sustain a space war.

As one of the core members of his race, the Yin Yang Holy Master possessed intimate knowledge of their core resources.  He understood that the resources needed for cultivating the mythical vines far surpassed the value of four million saint spirit pills alone.  Nevertheless, obtaining eight million mythical vine seeds posed no issue.  Utilizing the human headquarters, all necessary resources could swiftly be gathered, dwarfing the comparatively small request made by Braydon within the cosmos’s vast expanse.

The consciousness of the Yin Yang Holy Master departed the Second Universe.  In a grand palace, he sat cross-legged, opening his eyes.  “Transfer four million saint spirit pills and eight million mythical vine seeds to the Milky Way Empire,” he commanded with authority.

“Yes, sir!” came the immediate response from below the palace.

No one dared to question or inquire about the usage of these resources.  Within an hour, a silver starship departed from the planet.  Adorned with silver runes across its entire hull, the starship swiftly left the starry skies and accelerated to its maximum speed.  It sliced through the dark expanse of cosmic space, heading directly towards the Milky Way Empire.

This starship carried precisely what Braydon had requested.  It was slated to reach Nurturing Ground No.

788 in just seven days.  In the starry sky, the arrival of such a silver starship was unmistakable—an emblem of authority from the human headquarters.  No cultivator dared to hinder its passage.

Braydon returned from the Second Universe, his consciousness rejoining his body.

Standing by the palace window, he observed the Northern Army mobilizing from the military headquarters.  Within a 20,000-mile radius, the Asura Dharma had cleared away all dangers, thanks to Luther Carden’s meticulous planning of the area divisions.  Each legion had its designated territory, with commanders responsible for utilizing the path soil within their regions.

However, their operations were soon disrupted by Luke Yates, who stormed into the main hall of the military headquarters.  With hands on his hips, he demanded angrily, “Luther, what assignment did you give me?

There’s only a single layer of path soil there.

It’s so barren that even a bird would bleed if it landed!” “Each army has been allocated specific areas.

There’s no extra,” Luther replied sternly, his expression darkening at Luke’s brazen interruption.

Unwilling to back down, Luke persisted, muttering, “No way.

Give me a new spot, or I’ll go bother my brother!” “Big Brother is occupied.

He’s been in the Second Universe for a day.

Don’t disturb him,” Frediano Jadanza interjected helplessly upon entering the hall.

Frustrated with the situation, Luke pointed to a spot on the wall map, insisting, “I want this location,” indicating a place in the southeast.

“No,” Westley Hader firmly refused.

“Why?” Luke demanded to know.

“Because of what you usually do.

You’re cunning at crucial moments,” Westley explained with annoyance.

Luke grinned mischievously.

“My brother has always praised my intelligence since I was young.

They even call me Big Brains.

You know that!” “Stop scheming.

I can’t assign you that area.

Although the path soil there is fertile and nearly middle-grade, it’s too close to those deadly formations.

Even Asura wouldn’t dare to breach them.

If your rogue legion tries to pass through, trouble will inevitably follow sooner or later.”

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