The Strongest War God Chapter 1416: With My Birth, You Shall Perish

Chapter 1416: With My Birth, You Shall Perish

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

She had transitioned from girlhood to womanhood in an instant!

The black prison ensnaring their consciousness shattered without warning, granting them both freedom once more.

Braydon Neal swiftly turned on his heel and departed.

“What’s your name?” Eva Foreman’s inquiry cut through the air with cold precision.

“I have no interest in you,” Braydon retorted, his demeanor colder and more callous than hers.

Eva was just another in a line of women who had incited his disgust.

Once provoked, Braydon would not hesitate to strike her down with his Northern King Sword.

His blade knew no gender distinctions—it would kill any foe with equal measure.

Outside, the pristine coc.o.o.n disintegrated into shards.

Eva floated gracefully in mid-air, her snow-white form emanating a potent aura.

Streams of vibrant life energy surged from the green stone upon the ice bed, coalescing around her.

The once-gaping wound on her back now fully mended.

Her six wings unfurled, casting an ethereal silhouette akin to a celestial being descending upon the mortal realm.

With a flicker of intent, a white garment draped her form.

She exuded the aura of a holy master, effortlessly breaching the nine levels of the ice prison and soaring into the heavens.

Gazing down upon her astonished kinsmen, she spread her six wings, a vision of purity and grace.

Among the Foreman family, only the core members were privy to Eva’s true nature; the rest remained oblivious to her remarkable existence.

“Salutations, G.o.ddess!” The ancestors of the Foreman family cried tears of elation as they bowed before her.

“Greetings, G.o.ddess!” echoed the kneeling members of the Foreman family.

Barefoot, Eva gracefully traversed the air, her divine presence undeniable.

Speaking with icy resolve, she declared, “The man who entered just now. Lay him to rest in the ancestral grounds of the Foreman family. Ensure his family is treated with kindness!”

“What?”

The unexpected directive from Eva caused a ripple of alarm among the Foreman family, Kohen Neal, and the others.

Something had transpired with Braydon—the most exceptional prodigy the Neal family had seen in 10,000 years.

The gravity of Eva’s command underscored the extent to which the Foreman family valued her.

Conversely, the Neal family held Braydon in equally high regard.

Reacting swiftly, Kohen shattered the door to the ninth level.

Within the infirmary, Braydon, unclothed and cross-legged, was enveloped in a shroud of black energy.

His complexion had darkened, evidence of the energy’s infiltration into his very core.

Braydon’s aura had dwindled to a faint flicker, sustained only by sheer determination.

“Braydon!”

Kohen moved to rush forward, but Galliard Foreman intervened, his voice edged with anger. “Kohen, do not approach. Even the second ancestor could not withstand that black energy. It is too perilous to touch him!”

“To save Eva, this child willingly absorbed the black energy into his own body. How can the Foreman family ever repay such a debt?” Karl Foreman heaved a sigh of resignation.

Hearing this, Braydon, already teetering on the brink, nearly choked on his own blood.

It was unmistakably Eva who had deceived him!

Those old Foreman family folks weren’t to be trusted.

Kohen’s expression darkened considerably.

They were guests in Foreman family territory; causing a scene here wouldn’t bode well.

They needed to address matters once they returned to the Neal family, with the primary focus on finding a solution to save Braydon.

Remington Neal and Kohen exchanged a glance, a tinge of despair creeping into their hearts.

Even after 300 years of effort, the Foreman family hadn’t managed to cure Eva.

How could they expect the Neal family to cure Braydon?

And as for Braydon diverting the dark power to someone else using the same method, there was likely no one but Eva capable of such a feat.

This survival tactic was an ingenious ploy born out of Eva’s three centuries of suffering.

Braydon sensed a faint stirring within the dark energy he’d absorbed—a trace of consciousness without an owner.

Yet, this stray consciousness had permeated Braydon’s entire being, forcing even the three banished immortals to retreat.

Within Braydon’s spiritual aperture, the three banished immortals wore grave expressions.

“Abandon this vessel!” declared the martial arts banished immortal decisively.

“We’ll s.h.i.+eld your consciousness as it departs from your body. Seek a.s.sistance from the Foreman family to prepare a new vessel. We’ll guide your rebirth!” proposed the ancient martial arts banished immortal resolutely.

The darkness was too perilous.

But abandoning his body and departing with his soul?

With Braydon’s current cultivation, it seemed an insurmountable task.

Without nurturing his soul, how could he hope to forge a primordial spirit?

What good was merely releasing spiritual energy?

Once the physical vessel was lost, mental power would scatter like rootless duckweed, dissipating in an instant.

The swelling black energy infiltrated Braydon’s form, targeting his life essence with voracious intent, poised to consume and disperse it.

Within Braydon’s spiritual aperture, a tendril of black vapor materialized, coalescing into a dark counterpart of Braydon himself—an exact replica in appearance, but exuding a cold aura and harboring a deathly gaze, as though stagnant for millennia.

The doppelgänger intoned emotionlessly, “With my birth, you shall perish.”

“What’s this?” The martial arts banished immortal erupted in fury, advancing to strike.

Initially, only three banished immortals resided within Braydon, but now a fourth had emerged—clearly sp.a.w.ned from the black energy.

Braydon grasped the situation: this was the manifestation of a sliver of activity within the darkness, usurping Braydon’s memories and vitality to fas.h.i.+on itself into another banished immortal.

This ent.i.ty was malevolent, harboring designs to vanquish the three existing banished immortals and consume Braydon’s primary consciousness—intent on supplanting him.

“Who are you?” Braydon inquired composedly.

“I am you, just as they are,” the black banished immortal retorted, gesturing toward the trio of martial banished immortals. “However, I warn you: I have become a part of your essence. Like them, I dwell within your corporeal form. I will permit your existence, but harbor any treacherous intentions, and you shall cease to exist within fifteen minutes.”

“My very essence repels all, even your presence!” declared Braydon.

The sinister nature of the black banished immortal elicited a spine-chilling reaction.

Even Braydon’s consciousness rejected its creation.

What in the world was this?

However, the black banished immortal’s sense of superiority proved short-lived.

A transformation overtook Braydon’s form, triggered by the emergence of two formidable forces concealed within him.

The first was the primordial chaos Qi, while the second was the latent power of his bloodline.

Both held the potential to resolve the imminent threat.

While the bloodline power could s.h.i.+eld its wielder, it required automatic reactivation.

In contrast, the primordial chaos Qi could be summoned at will.

Braydon had eighty drops of primordial chaos true essence within his bones, rendering him impervious to the black energy.

No matter its terror, it paled in comparison to the chaotic force.

In Braydon’s understanding and in the realm of powers, nothing surpa.s.sed the primordial chaos Qi.

Braydon’s consciousness reached into his spiritual aperture, connecting with his life source.

Instantly, a primordial chaos energy surged forth from his being.

His blood boiled as an overwhelming power coursed through him, expelling the black aura from his veins.

Behind Braydon materialized an ancient figure, exuding a terrifying aura that dominated the surroundings, causing s.p.a.ce itself to fracture.

“First Ancestor!” exclaimed Kohen from outside, his voice fraught with horror.