The Strongest War God Chapter 1413: Imposition Covering the Ages

Chapter 1413: Imposition Covering the Ages

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The capabilities of certain figures were beyond the grasp of ordinary folk.

“How many of our kin perished?” Braydon Neal inquired softly.

“I can’t say for certain at the moment, but I fear the casualties are extensive. If not for Wolfhart’s warning, we’d all have met our end here,” Jaromir Neal replied, his visage grim.

He hadn’t antic.i.p.ated this to be anything more than routine training or a skirmish over a saint weapon.

Little did he expect it to be a death trap.

Braydon narrowly escaped death, thanks to his innate understanding of the path of s.p.a.ce ingrained in their heavenly path bloodline.

Some of their kin should have survived this ordeal.

The area within an 8,000-mile radius had transformed into a perilous zone—any intruder would meet a swift demise.

News of the calamity had reached the ears of various major factions, prompting swift responses.

The Neal family wasted no time dispatching a team of seven forefathers to a.s.sess the situation.

The Foreman family, concerned not for Lyon Foreman but for Braydon’s pivotal role in saving Eva Foreman, sent nine esteemed ancestors to ensure his safety.

Similarly, the Siegel family mobilized its ancestors.

With both families sharing common roots with the Neal family, their combined might underscored the power and influence of the Neal family.

As Braydon ascended to become the preeminent warrior of the Spirit Sea, his regard for the Siegel family was unquestionable—they were all descendants of the same lineage.

No one could slight the other, especially considering the frequent marriage alliances between the young disciples of both families.

Led by Remington Neal, Braydon and the others tore open s.p.a.ce to explore the outside world.

However, if the spatial exit lay within the sword array’s range, escape would be impossible.

Thus, they maneuvered through the darkness of s.p.a.ce, circ.u.mventing the lethal trap.

Amidst the shadows, Wolfhart Neal offered a cautious reminder, “Teacher, the dangers lurking in s.p.a.ce are immense. If we encounter formidable spatial turbulence, survival will be precarious. Prolonged exposure risks losing our way, trapping us indefinitely.”

Acknowledging the risks, Remington pressed forward with an air of determination, sensing a faint presence in the darkness, sparking uncertainty within him.

Moments later, a fierce battle erupted in the depths of s.p.a.ce, with the Neal family’s third ancestor, Fontane Neal, emanating a formidable aura that spanned the ages.

Yet, an even more ferocious aura, akin to that of a beast, emerged.

“Escort Braydon back and utilize our full resources to safeguard him. The First Ancestor left a protective measure in the wooden house where I reside. Remember, do not seek me out. Go!”

Fontane’s resounding command reverberated through the endless void, propelling Braydon and the others tens of thousands of miles away.

Scarcely moments later, a cataclysmic force a.s.sailed their previous location, rendering even holy masters insignificant in its wake.

“Third Ancestor!” Remington exclaimed, his anger palpable.

The call came too late as they emerged from the dark s.p.a.ce, back into the outside world.

Though their path through the depths of s.p.a.ce was uncertain, they remained within the confines of the Spirit Sea.

“Teacher, Third Ancestor…” Wolfhart’s voice quivered with concern.

“This is cla.s.sified information. We’ll discuss it upon our return to the family,” Remington declared, his fists clenched in realization of the Third Ancestor’s vital role as the Neal family’s guardian.

For Braydon, the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on him.

“That beast-like aura was targeting me,” he said somberly.

“Braydon, you’re still young. It’s natural for the family to s.h.i.+eld you. When you ascend, your duty will be to safeguard the family and future generations,” Remington counseled.

But Braydon, resolute and straightforward, refused to delude himself. “I’m the one who dragged the Third Ancestor into this,” he stated quietly.

“The Third Ancestor is formidable. The geezer from Demon Saint Island won’t be able to hold him for long,” Jaromir affirmed confidently.

Wolfhart consulted a star map, verifying their location before contacting the Neal family for reinforcements.

His suspicions solidified: someone had covertly altered the sea’s structure, creating a lethal trap to eliminate geniuses from rival factions, including Braydon.

Otherwise, why would the spatial location where Braydon and the others were hiding coincide with an old thing that could match Fontane’s strength?

It was clearly an attempt to a.s.sa.s.sinate Braydon.

“Demon Saint Island?” Braydon murmured softly.

He had never crossed paths with anyone from Demon Saint Island, yet they seemed determined to kill him at every opportunity.

They had become mortal enemies.

A rare glint of murderous intent flickered in Braydon’s eyes.

Meanwhile, Remington, clutching the astrolabe, located their exact position.

Though shocked, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The Foreman family’s base camp lay a mere six thousand miles away, the closest force.

Having formed an alliance, the Foreman family and the Neal family were on amicable terms.

In the Spirit Sea, only the Neal family had such a bond with the Siegel family and Foreman family.

Remington swiftly relayed the location to the family.

In the Neal family’s main hall, Kohen Neal’s anxiety was palpable.

Pacing restlessly, he betrayed a hint of worry in his eyes.

Moments earlier, Kohen had issued the family head’s order once more, mobilizing all 72 branches of Neal family experts to rush to Braydon’s aid.

Led by the branch masters, nearly 200,000 Neal family experts charged forth, leaving no room for negligence.

This was a matter of life and death for Braydon, prompting the entire Neal family to mobilize.

Along the way, anyone impeding their progress would be dispatched without hesitation.

A tempest brewed in the Spirit Sea, rumors swirling that the Neal family’s enigmatic prodigy had met his end.

What else could drive the Neal family to such fervent action?

Galliard Foreman, still with the Neal family, rose to speak.

“Kohen, don’t fret. Our family has dispatched a sizable contingent of experts to that location. I’ve already relayed the orders—I want to see Braydon back alive, not dead!”

Kohen’s expression wavered.

Losing Braydon was not an option for the Neal family.

After waiting ten thousand years, the birth of such a prodigious talent was a momentous occasion.

If he were to perish, the family heads would likely descend into madness.

And Kohen would shoulder the blame; as the current head of the Neal family, failing to protect Braydon would be a grave mistake, deserving severe punishment.

The two household heads exchanged worried glances.

A spatial mirror then appeared in front of Kohen, revealing Remington’s image.

“Remington, how is Braydon?” he inquired, surprise evident in his tone.

If Remington remained unharmed, then Braydon must also be safe.

Kohen understood his brother well—Remington would risk everything to safeguard Braydon.

“Braydon is unscathed,” Remington affirmed solemnly. “The appearance of the saint weapon was a ploy to kill him. Individuals from Demon Saint Island are involved. Third Ancestor is trapped in a dimensional abyss, and there’s a cultivator from Demon Saint Island, no less formidable than Third Ancestor, intent on killing Braydon.”

“What?” Kohen’s expression s.h.i.+fted, realizing the gravity of the situation.

The safety of the third ancestor was paramount—he was the family’s cornerstone.

“I suspect the Lord of Demon Saint Island is personally involved,” Remington added, his voice low and resolute.