The Strongest War God - Chapter 1378

Chapter 1378: Agree to Join the Family

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Braydon!” The young man’s eyes emanated an ancient aura.

As he spoke, it seemed as though he conversed with heaven and earth.

Slowly, he repeated, “Braydon.”

“Ancestor?” Remington Neal and the others bowed in reverence.

“Ancestor!” Jaromir Neal’s astonishment mirrored the others’.

The family ancestor had concealed a fragment of his spiritual essence within the group and accompanied them.

“Senior!” Braydon Neal acknowledged.

“Are you reluctant to recognize your lineage?” The young man sighed. “Let’s step aside for a conversation. Jaromir, you should join us. Your presence will reassure Braydon.”

Indeed, this elder possessed a keen insight into the human heart.

Braydon, fused with the remnant soul and memories of the Thirteenth Master, inherently trusted Jaromir.

With Jaromir at his side, Braydon felt reassured.

The trio moved aside.

The young ancestor continued softly, “Had Thirteen not perished, you would have grown side by side, both possessing peerless ten-eyed dual-pupils. You would have nurtured each other’s path.”

“Ancestor, Braydon is Thirteen!” Jaromir interjected.

The young ancestor shook his head slowly.

“At that time, you risked your lives to gather Thirteen’s remnant soul, but only a fraction was infused into Braydon’s body. His bloodline suppressed it, and the fragment served as an offering, providing him with new memories.”

Their initial intention had been to merge that feeble soul fragment with the young Braydon’s body.

It wasn’t possession—it was a symbiosis.

One was within the other, and vice versa.

The two entities melded into one.

The Spirit Sea family could interpret this phenomenon as the resurrection of the Thirteenth Master, while outsiders saw it as an opportunity for Braydon.

That fragment of soul was feeble, unable even to possess a child.

If it had fused with an adult, with the adult’s instinct, it would consume the remnant soul of the Thirteenth Master, assimilating it for nourishment.

The family harbored no ill intentions; they sought only to fulfill one person’s desire—to birth another bearer of the ten-eyed dual-pupils within the family.

But fate had other plans.

“Braydon,” the young ancestor paused, addressing Braydon, “the family relies on you. I’ll enlighten you about the Spirit Sea now.”

“The Spirit Sea comprises the breeding grounds for the chosen of the human race. Its 3,000 ruins are the ponds, and the seeds sown within are all man-made,” the young ancestor divulged, echoing the insights of the artifact spirit, now almost confirmed.

As for the outside world, it was an ordinary planetary realm.

The Spirit Sea and its ruins were tailored for generations of youth from the outside world.

“Where did the Neal family originate?” Braydon inquired.

“We hail from the outside world. Our Neal family emerged there ten thousand years ago. Our ancestors stumbled upon the Spirit Sea and became the inaugural explorers of its ruins and waters. We were pioneers!” the young ancestor disclosed.

The first wave of ruin reclaimers possessed an inherent temporal advantage.

They typically secured the most accessible opportunities, accelerating their growth and laying the groundwork for their eventual dominance.

Braydon listened intently to the young ancestor’s account.

The Spirit Sea held an undeniable air of mystery.

“Those black-robed figures, the guardians of order within the Spirit Sea, which faction do they represent?” Braydon inquired.

“They belong to the Hall of Souls, situated at the core of the Spirit Sea. It’s one of the most perilous locales, housing a potent legacy and the enigma of eternal life,” the young ancestor revealed candidly.

He didn’t withhold any information, even disclosing that no one had succeeded in claiming the Hall of Souls’ legacy in the past ten millennia.

To gain access to the inheritance, one had to brave the Hall of Souls.

Success meant assurance, but failure resulted in enslavement, condemned to be a soul slave within the Spirit Sea, devoid of freedom forever.

The Hall of Souls held a unique significance.

Unlike other legacy sites, those who failed the trial there were swiftly dispatched, leaving no trace of their experiences.

Nevertheless, over the past ten millennia, numerous prodigies had unearthed their own fortunes from hidden recesses within the Spirit Sea.

“The Ivory Tower only opens once every thousand years,” the young ancestor elaborated. “Given the occasion, I dispatched someone to extend the invitation for you to return to us and undertake the challenge of the Ivory Tower.”

A glimmer of skepticism flickered in Braydon’s eyes.

The young ancestor clarified, “There are no barriers to entry into the Ivory Tower. Anyone can enter. The trial lies in the augmentation of one’s combat prowess. It consists of thirteen levels. The ultimate secret of the Spirit Sea’s origin lies in the highest level. Mastery of it brings boundless benefits, including the elusive secret of eternal life.”

This knowledge was a legacy passed down by the Neal family’s ancestors.

In the Spirit Sea, numerous families rivaled the Neal family in strength.

For instance, the formidable entity lurking within the depths of the Hall of Souls and the potent force behind the guardians of order traced their lineage back to ancient families.

The Spirit Sea sprawled expansively, dwarfing the combined expanse of its 3,000 ruins.

How many formidable lineages had emerged over the span of ten millennia?

That remained a mystery.

Yet, the Spirit Sea entity stood as the foremost powerhouse among them all.

Within their ranks, every member boasted dual-pupils.

Braydon lapsed into a contemplative silence.

It wasn’t reluctance that held him back from entering the Spirit Sea, but rather concerns rooted in the outside world.

Seemingly attuned to Braydon’s apprehensions, the young ancestor addressed him, “You’re worried about the creatures from the ruins infiltrating the outside world. The family will assist you in mitigating this risk. We’ll dispatch experts to safeguard the realm beyond.”

“Ancestor, the Seymour family is behind the 3,000 ruins’ threat of breaching the bronze doors,” Jaromir disclosed, unveiling a clandestine truth.

There was indeed a puppet master behind the 3,000 ruins.

The appearance of the virulent green liquid was no mere coincidence; it undoubtedly originated from a powerful entity within the depths of the Spirit Sea, bestowed upon the ruins’ inhabitants to facilitate their escape.

“I’ll handle the Seymour family promptly. There’s no cause for concern,” the young ancestor asserted nonchalantly.

With that assurance, the ancestor turned his gaze to Braydon, silently urging him to accompany them into the Spirit Sea.

“If you can neutralize the threat posed by the 3,000 ruins, I’m willing to venture into the Spirit Sea,” Braydon affirmed.

“Remington, assemble your men and survey the various ponds. Instruct the ruins’ inhabitants to refrain from venturing into the outside world. Disobedience will result in the dispersal of their souls and the annihilation of their spirits!” the young ancestor commanded.

“Yes, Ancestor!” Remington and the others acquiesced, bowing their heads dutifully.

With Remington leading the charge, their presence would undoubtedly intimidate the 3,000 ruins into submission.

A being surpassing the divine realm could effortlessly dominate the diverse ruins.

With that assurance, Braydon could approach the Spirit Sea with a sense of reassurance.

The elder tore open the fabric of reality with his bare hands, transporting Braydon and Jaromir to the heart of the Spirit Sea.

In the depths of the Spirit Sea, the Qi was so dense it seemed to be turning gas into liquid.

Upon a black island sprawled lush flora and grandiose palaces, meticulously sectioned into distinct zones.

It comprised five districts.

To the east lay the abodes of the family’s adults, predominantly housing experts.

The southern district served as the residence for the youth. Children above the age of three were required to depart from their parents and relocate southward to receive comprehensive education. They cohabited with peers of similar age and were permitted to depart the southern precincts only upon reaching adulthood.

The western district harbored the residences of the family’s prodigies and direct descendants. Each genius or progeny possessed their own secluded courtyard, rendering it the least populous area.

As for the northern district, it housed the family head, elders, and other key figures. This locale facilitated swift congregations for discussions on pertinent matters.