The Strongest War God Chapter 1376: Welcome One Person Back

Chapter 1376: Welcome One Person Back

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Braydon Neal’s eyes flickered back to their normal state, and the imposing figure behind him seamlessly merged back into his form.

Yet, the s.p.a.ce within the 8th ruin had already collapsed across tens of thousands of miles, leaving half of the world in ruins.

An inexplicable equilibrium settled in; the destruction ceased, yet no automatic restoration followed.

It resembled the human body itself, resilient enough to endure grievous wounds yet unable to heal on its own.

Half of the 8th ruin lay in ruins, all thanks to the figure’s intervention.

“Thirteen, are you okay?” Jaromir Neal approached, concern evident in his voice.

“I’m fine,” a.s.sured Braydon, his mind now teeming with additional memories.

Memories of the Thirteenth Master.

Memories of his bloodline heritage.

The former comprised a mere 10% of the total, while the latter claimed the lion’s share of 90%.

Closing his ten-eyed dual-pupils momentarily, Braydon reopened them, the ten magatama spinning as if unveiling the pa.s.sage of time itself.

It was a technique reminiscent of the Thirteenth Master’s dual-pupil method.

Plants bloomed and withered before his eyes.

“Back then, the Thirteenth Master’s ten-eyed dual-pupils delved directly into the path of time. He possessed the ability to manipulate the heavens and wilt all that lay before him. Truly, a force to be reckoned with,” recounted Braydon, sharing insights into the Thirteenth Master’s ocular technique.

It was worth noting that time cultivation ranked among the most arduous of the 3,000 paths, with s.p.a.ce cultivation following closely behind. The Thirteenth Master’s eye technique delved directly into the path of time itself.

It was already immensely daunting, yet Braydon’s version seemed even more daunting.

Jaromir lapsed into a prolonged silence. He did not expect Braydon to not inherit the Thirteenth Master’s ten-eyed dual-pupils. Braydon had instead spontaneously awakened his own eye technique.

Meanwhile, deep within the Spirit Sea’s core region, a solemn voice reverberated from a palace nestled on an island.

“Our ancestor has decreed our departure from the Spirit Sea to greet a returning individual at the 8th pond!”

A gleaming golden card emerged from the palace’s depths, swiftly intercepted by a waiting figure.

A burly middle-aged man knelt reverently, receiving the order. Throughout the island, numerous figures of importance stirred, perturbed by the unexpected summons from the ancestor, who resided in seclusion at the core of Spirit Sea.

The last time such an edict was issued was during Thirteen’s ordeal, thirty years prior.

The fact that another decree had been issued after such a long interval stirred profound curiosity and concern among the island’s denizens.

A hundred individuals promptly departed the Spirit Sea under the ancestor’s command, their departure unimpeded by anyone.

Each bore the surname Neal, marking them as formidable individuals, entrusted with either protecting or eliminating specific targets.

The guardians of the Spirit Sea’s order tactically withdrew, allowing the Neal family members to pa.s.s unhindered.

Even the black-robed guardian of order, aware of the Neal family’s reputation, chose not to interfere.

“The Neal family’s core members are mobilizing for a significant mission,” the guardian relayed discreetly. “They command both respect and caution.”

Despite their stewards.h.i.+p of the Spirit Sea, certain forces remained beyond their influence.

The Spirit Sea’s millennia-spanning legacy stood as a testament to their enduring power.

Their prowess was beyond measure. The Neal family embarked on their journey, traversing the Spirit Sea via the spatial formation platform to reach the 8th ruin, known to them as the 8th pond.

Upon arrival, Jaromir appeared to sense something amiss.

He gazed into the distance and exclaimed, “The Neal family is here!”

Moments later, the hundred-man contingent from the Neal family emerged from the spatial pa.s.sageway, arriving with remarkable precision, their margin of error no more than three miles.

“Jaromir!” greeted the elegant man in a green robe, his authoritative aura palpable.

This was Remington Neal, not only the head butler of the Spirit Sea but also responsible for the education of all Neal youth in their formative years.

Within the Spirit Sea, Remington commanded significant respect, and his strength was not to be underestimated.

“The ancestor has issued a decree to welcome back an individual,” Remington announced, turning to Jaromir. “Do you know who this person might be?”

“I do,” replied Jaromir, turning his attention to Braydon.

The awakening of the ten-eyed dual-pupils was bound to attract the attention of the family’s ancestors, especially considering the complexity of Braydon’s bloodline, which rivaled that of the first generation.

Someone who was comparable to the Neal family’s ancestor, such a prodigious talent was sure to arouse considerable interest.

Approaching Braydon, Remington scrutinized him closely before nodding in agreement. “Indeed, he is a member of the Neal family. However, there’s no record of him in our family archives. Could he be a descendant of Jordan Neal’s bloodline, residing outside the family’s domain?”

The Neal family in the outside world was indeed Jordan’s people.

However, in the past, Jordan’s father had rebelled against the Spirit Sea’s Neal family. There had to be a reason behind it.

“The ancestor has decreed your return to the family,” Remington announced. “Do you have any pressing matters that require a.s.sistance?”

“I cannot return to the Spirit Sea at this time,” Braydon refused.

If he departed, what would become of the outside world?

What fate awaited Heather Sage and Trevon Neal at the hands of the aboriginal martial artists’ blades?

Such a prospect was utterly unacceptable to Braydon.

Remington’s expression darkened, mirrored by the grim faces of the hundred individuals behind him.

“No one may defy the ancestor’s orders,” Remington reminded sternly.

All clan members were bound by the ancestral decrees; disobedience would invite severe consequences, even for the ancestor’s direct descendants.

The Spirit Sea Neal family’s ten-thousand-year history was rife with stringent rules, crucial for corralling the family’s prideful members.

Strict regulations were especially vital for nurturing the arrogant geniuses, shaping them into formidable individuals.

Throughout the years, only Thirteen had dared to flout the ancestor’s wishes, thanks to his ten-eyed dual-pupils, a symbol of unparalleled prodigiousness coupled with the ancestor’s favor.

For such individuals, family rules held less significance, as their future achievements were destined to surpa.s.s even the ancestor’s, safeguarding the family.

While some may have harbored objections, the future accomplishments of a ten-eyed dual-pupiled individual were bound to elevate them into a formidable protector of the family, repaying any youthful stubbornness or frivolity many times over.

They would be once youthful and carefree, sheltered by their family’s protection.

However, as they matured and grew stronger, they were expected to shoulder the burden of the family and serve as its guardians.

“Sir, Braydon’s circ.u.mstances are somewhat unique. I…” Jaromir hesitated, his brow furrowing.

“Jaromir, you’ve spent too long outside. Have you forgotten the family’s regulations?” Remington’s frown deepened as he addressed Jaromir, prompting him to lower his head and release a sigh.

“I understand. The ancestor’s commands are the family’s commands. All family members must adhere to them.”

“It’s good that you understand. Bring Braydon and accompany me into the Spirit Sea. We shall return to the family and meet the ancestor,” Remington’s decisive words settled the matter.

Yet, they seemed to overlook the fact that no one could compel Braydon to comply.

Simultaneously, Braydon had no desire to provoke conflict with the family.

They shared the same lineage and bloodline; the Neal family’s blood coursed through their veins.

Braydon harbored no animosity toward them, especially considering Jaromir’s past a.s.sistance, which had left a positive impression.

“In the future, when I venture into the Spirit Sea, I will naturally pay a visit to the family,” Braydon stated calmly.

“The first instance of disobeying the ancestor’s decree can be attributed to youthful indiscretion, but a repeat offense is a grave mistake!”

A burly middle-aged man stepped forward behind Remington, delivering a stern reprimand.

The family’s ancestor held a supreme position, and none dared to flout their directives.

The ancestor’s command for Braydon’s return was considered an honor.

However, Braydon’s repeated refusals cast a pall over the atmosphere, thickening with tension.