The Strongest War God - Chapter 1461

Chapter 1461: Chicken Thief
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

As long as anyone was within the entire Hall of Souls, regardless of which world they inhabited, they would fall under the surveillance of the artifact spirit.

It was evident that a formidable figure lurked behind the artifact spirit.

“Lord Lenyx!” Beckham’s complexion paled as he knelt down in fear.

The Soul Tower was the Hall of Souls, established by one of the eight lineage masters of the human race in the cosmos.

A majestic figure who stood shoulder to shoulder with Chadwick Neal.

In each nurturing ground like the Spirit Sea, there existed a Soul Tower.

The artifact spirit of each Soul Tower originated from a fragment of the creator’s soul power, melded into the fabric of the Hall of Souls.

How many such nurturing grounds dotted the cosmos?

How many Soul Towers existed?

No one could say for sure.

However, one thing was certain–the power of the Soul Towers’ creator was undeniably formidable.

The fact that such a significant figure chose to respond was unprecedented.

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Braydon Neal’s return to the race and his casual addressing of the eight lineage masters as brothers of the same generation amounted to a form of recognition and honor.

Yet, Braydon sensed that behind every boon lay a price to be paid.

While he wasn’t averse to paying it, he insisted on making his own choices.

Having experienced a lack of control over certain things throughout his life, Braydon was determined to have autonomy in every decision henceforth.

Raising his hand, Braydon sheathed the primordial chaos sword, disregarding the corpses strewn beneath his feet.

With composure, he declared, “The Hall of Souls will remain open to the Stone family.”

“Huh?”

Beckham Jovel and the others were left dumbfounded.

Soon, the three soul slaves grasped the situation.

The conflict between Braydon and the Stone family wouldn’t conclude with the demise of these individuals.

On the contrary, unless the Stone family faced total annihilation, Braydon’s blade would remain unsheathed.

But Braydon’s actions didn’t halt there; he had other matters to attend to.

If he had agreed to assist Bryson Janvrin and the others in seizing the supreme treasures, Braydon wouldn’t backtrack on his promise.

He was determined to repay the debt he owed.

Bryson’s imminent breakthrough added urgency.

Upon attaining the eminent saint realm, he’d lose access to the seventh level, reserved solely for saint realm cultivators.

This limitation was permanent.

Addressing his banished immortals, Braydon instructed, “Primordial Chaos, accompany Bryson Janvrin. Martial Arts, accompany Dariel Jaggers. Ancient Martial Arts, accompany Jru Lawler. Green Lotus, accompany Sverre Fulmer. And Dual-Pupils, accompany me.”

Among the seven banished immortals, the death banished immortal had fallen, and the Foreman family banished immortal’s essence neared dissipation.

The remaining five had their own tasks.

Meanwhile, Braydon himself had plans outside.

Exiting the frost world, Braydon sensed the arrival of the little fool and others in the Spirit Sea.

His intuition couldn’t be mistaken.

Moreover, he had left something behind for the little fool, bearing his spiritual imprint, intensifying this sensation.

The Spirit Sea teemed with peril.

Despite the little fool and the others not lacking in strength, encountering formidable foes in the Spirit Sea could spell death at any moment.

Braydon had no choice but to venture forth.

“Your Highness, once you depart the Hall of Souls, the beasts from Demon Saint Island will undoubtedly pounce!” Beckham’s words were strained.

“The Hall of Souls offers the greatest safety!” Issac Irwin added, attempting to dissuade Braydon.

Demon Saint Island had long sought Braydon’s demise.

His departure would undoubtedly lead to the leaking of information, prompting Demon Saint Island to dispatch experts.

Moreover, it was likely that Demon Saint Island had operatives lurking outside the Hall of Souls, awaiting Braydon’s exit to strike.

“Am I to be confined within the Hall of Souls indefinitely?” Braydon queried with a furrowed brow.

“Once Your Highness has attained the holy master realm, only then will you possess the strength to defend yourself outside,” Beckham proposed.

Having reached the holy master realm, Braydon possessed the prowess to vanquish foes of superior realms.

Even when facing the old geezers from Demon Saint Island, he’d have a fighting chance.

Victory would remain uncertain until the clash unfolded.

Braydon had a mission outside, but venturing out risked attack.

Additionally, he fretted over the safety of Little Fool and the others.

“The Hall of Souls is aware of those who recently entered the Spirit Sea via the ruins, correct?” Braydon’s demeanor shifted.

“Yes, we do. The Hall of Souls has 3,000 scattered soul slaves encircling the Spirit Sea, tasked with monitoring every ruin,” Beckham evaded, choosing to downplay the matter.

In truth, the Hall of Souls harbored ulterior motives for their vigilance.

Those who ventured into the Spirit Sea were permitted to enter but not depart.

“Are there individuals by the names of Frediano Jadanza, Harvey Lay, Westley Hader, Hendrix Bailey, Jonah Shaw, or Luke Yates?” Braydon inquired once more.

A string of names was uttered.

Beckham shot a glance at Issac, prompting him to verify the information himself.

The three soul slaves had a hunch that Braydon’s sudden wish to depart was linked to these individuals.

The information was swiftly procured.

“They recently passed through Nurturing Ground No. 9 and entered the Spirit Sea. They’ve since vanished without a trace. My estimation suggests they’re likely still navigating the outer and inner reaches of the Spirit Sea.”

“Bring them here,” Braydon instructed.

The three eminent soul slaves complied promptly.

“I’ll handle this,” Carlisle Jaynes asserted calmly.

Given his frequent excursions, his departure from the Hall of Souls wouldn’t arouse suspicion.

However, even if Braydon left the Hall of Souls without a trace, Demon Saint Island would remain unaware.

The constant influx and egress of individuals made it unlikely for his departure to be noticed.

Today’s massacre of Stone family members, however, would inevitably spread, affirming Braydon’s presence in the Hall of Souls.

Curiously, this circumstance presented an opportune moment for his departure, catching Demon Saint Island off guard.

However, the three esteemed soul slaves were hesitant to let Braydon take such a risk.

Braydon remained in the Hall of Souls, opting to wait for Lauritz Hagan and Bilal Yarbro to arrive before making a decision.

Carlisle ventured out, accompanied by a group of soul slaves.

The Hall of Souls struggled to pinpoint the location of Little Fool and the others, relying instead on personnel to conduct the search.

Soul slaves, compared to outsiders, were undoubtedly more dependable.

In the inner regions of the Spirit Sea, numerous interconnected mountain peaks shrouded in perpetual spirit fog were occupied by a formidable force known as the Nine Swords Sect.

Each of the nine primary peaks boasted a holy master-level ancestor, making the nine holy masters true overlords of the inner regions.

Luke and his brothers had successfully infiltrated, with Luke passing the outer sect trial to become an esteemed outer sect disciple.

To ascend to the rank of inner sect disciple, all he needed was to reach the saint realm.

At Levestor Peak, before a modest thatched cottage, a bonfire crackled, casting its glow upon a ground strewn with colorful feathers.

A pheasant-like spirit beast roasted over the flames, tended to by a simple-minded youth.

Beside the bonfire stood a large iron pot, and nearby, a small donkey eagerly added firewood, seemingly intent on boiling water.

The division of labor was apparent–the donkey handled the cooking while the youth focused on the roast chicken.

The tantalizing aroma of the roast chicken wafted through the air unnoticed until a furious roar shattered the tranquility.

“How dare you, an outer sect disciple, steal the Seven-Colored Spirit Chicken!”

“Steal? This is my chicken. If you say it’s yours, call it and see if it responds to you!” The simple-minded youth retorted, unabashedly munching on a chicken drumstick, oil dribbling from his mouth.