The Strongest War God Chapter 1418: Shocking the Human World

Chapter 1418: Shocking the Human World

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

His potential and ambition eclipsed even that of Eva Foreman.

“G.o.ddess, I’ll arrange for someone to escort you to your quarters,” Galliard Foreman offered.

“No need. I’m rather curious about him,” Eva replied softly, standing barefooted by the side. “For ten thousand years, no one in the Spirit Sea has witnessed the legendary path of primordial chaos. Yet here, someone has cultivated it. It’s the ant.i.thesis of the five elements, a union of yin and yang, a metamorphosis of primordial chaos. Truly a marvel of technique!”

Unaware that Braydon Neal was the originator of this technique, she marveled at the discovery.

It was a path he had forged without guidance, relying solely on his own insights.

As tendrils of primordial chaos energy wafted through the air, the green lotus swayed gently, absorbing traces of primordial chaos energy.

Its essence s.h.i.+fted, transforming into the primordial chaos green lotus—a bloom said to quell ten thousand paths and carry a formidable reputation across the universe.

Meanwhile, Kohen Neal and Remington Neal maintained vigil, accompanied by Galliard.

This location held great significance for the Foreman family, prohibiting any unauthorized entry.

Outside this sanctuary, word spread through the Spirit Sea of the demise of the Neal family’s preeminent figure.

The news of the saint sword’s emergence and the ensuing a.s.sa.s.sination plot had quickly spread throughout the entirety of the Spirit Sea.

Despite this, the Neal family chose not to address the rumors, and the Foremans remained tight-lipped as well.

As the days pa.s.sed, the Foreman family diligently dispatched a plethora of the five elements’ items to the ice prison.

Initially, these offerings were precious treasures, but as time wore on, the quality dwindled to include sc.r.a.p metal, worn-out armor, and battered weapons.

Nevertheless, Braydon accepted each contribution without complaint.

His sole concern was extracting the inherent five elements’ Qi to trans.m.u.te it into primordial chaos Qi; the quality of the items mattered little to him.

In this phase of his cultivation, Braydon voraciously consumed resources like a ravenous beast, much to the Foreman family’s silent frustration.

The resources expended over the past month alone could have nurtured several skilled pract.i.tioners.

Yet, as Braydon’s cultivation neared its zenith, signs of progress became evident.

The primordial chaos green lotus had completed its transformation, emanating an aura capable of annihilating all paths.

Its presence seemed to strain the very fabric of s.p.a.ce.

Surrounded by a halo of chaotic energy, Braydon closed his eyes in meditation, his murmurs barely audible yet clearly directed toward those outside.

“There are 3,000 strands of primordial chaos Qi. I’m not far from being able to create a primordial chaos banished immortal. Today plays a pivotal role!”

As he spoke, Kohen and Galliard made their preparations, aware that the birth of the primordial chaos banished immortal was imminent.

Barring any unforeseen circ.u.mstances, a thunder tribulation was imminent.

The trio had weathered similar trials before.

As the Yin-Yang Five Elements Diagram spun, a faint trace of primordial chaos Qi began to materialize.

With the appearance of this primordial chaos Qi, the Yin-Yang Five Elements Diagram dissipated, its purpose fulfilled.

The final vestige of primordial chaos Qi was absorbed by the green lotus, which then exuded an ominous aura.

The lotus swayed, on the verge of blossoming, and the once-vast sky seemed to collapse.

The sun dimmed, the moon lost its l.u.s.ter, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth dissipated, leaving a sense of desolation.

Fear gripped many of the Foreman family members as they found themselves unable to sense any spiritual energy or the presence of the path of heaven and earth.

It felt as though their cultivation had vanished into thin air.

Meanwhile, the primordial chaos green lotus ascended toward the darkened sky, where dense tribulation clouds gathered, spanning ten thousand miles.

The layers of dark clouds compressed, forming ominous red tribulation clouds that emanated a demonic aura—this was the manifestation of heaven’s retribution.

The upheaval caught the attention of all significant figures in the Spirit Sea.

Speculation abounded—had a prodigious talent emerged from the Foreman family, or perhaps some extraordinary treasure had surfaced?

Yet, amidst the chaos, in the depths of the Spirit Sea, stood an ancient black palace that loomed like a gathering storm.

Stretching to 9,999 floors, each housing thousands of rooms, it remained a silent sentinel in the tumultuous sea of change.

That place was none other than the Hall of Souls, one of the most enigmatic locales in the Spirit Sea.

From within its ancient confines, a voice resonated, issuing a decree: “All soul slaves across the Spirit Sea are commanded to hasten to the Foreman family and safeguard a green lotus. Those who prove themselves will earn their freedom through the opening of the Hall of Souls’ treasury.”

The speaker was none other than Soul Slave No.1, an ancient figure from the same era as the Neal family’s first ancestor.

Having relied on the Hall of Souls for survival throughout the ages, he held considerable sway within its confines.

The announcement sent shockwaves through the Hall of Souls, stirring its denizens to fervor.

Though many Stone family members had populated its halls over the millennia, a significant number of itinerant cultivators had also met the fate of becoming soul slaves after failing the Hall’s trials.

Now, after years of silence, the Hall had spoken, offering freedom in exchange for safeguarding the green lotus.

Excitement surged among the soul slaves, and within seconds, over a hundred thousand of them surged forth from the Hall of Souls, all converging on the Foreman family.

Concurrently, three formidable figures emerged.

Soul Slave No.1 Beckham Jovel, clad in a somber black robe.

Soul Slave No.2 Issac Irwin, garbed in pristine white attire with silver hair cascading down his temples.

Soul Slave No.3 Carlisle Jaynes, a familiar face to Braydon.

This unprecedented mobilization marked a momentous event, one unseen in thousands of years—a testament to the gravity of the Hall of Souls’ command.

“Hey, Beckham, what’s the deal with that green lotus? Why’s the Hall of Souls going nuts over it?” Issac’s curiosity bubbled over.

Soul Slave No. 1 responded gravely, “The Hall of Souls claims that the green lotus is about to birth a terrifying ent.i.ty. Once it emerges, it’ll surpa.s.s even the highest echelons of power.”

Issac and Carlisle were floored.

Surpa.s.sing the uncrowned level was beyond daunting!

The Spirit Sea had seen only a handful of Stellar Corona, Moon Corona, Solar Corona and Uncrowned beings in the past ten thousand years.

The emergence of a force surpa.s.sing even them was unprecedented.

Understanding the gravity of the situation, the trio tore through s.p.a.ce, teleporting straight to the Foreman family’s doorstep.

Today, the Foreman family was abuzz with activity as important figures from across the Spirit Sea gathered.

Superpower elders, including representatives from the Stone family, Demon Saint Island, and other mysterious factions, were all present.

Even the Stone family’s elder, relegated to observing from afar, dared not approach the Foreman family for fear of activating their defensive formations.

Demon Saint Island remained hidden in the shadows, reluctant to reveal themselves.

Yet, with the arrival of the Hall of Souls’ esteemed trio, every head bowed in deference to their seniority.