The Strongest War God Chapter 1316: The Demonic Young Man

Chapter 1316: The Demonic Young Man

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The elderly figure before Gideon Zavala commanded utmost respect due to his seniority.

As a member of the fifth generation of the Donta imperial family, his age was truly staggering, prompting even Kyan Yengo to address him as an ancestor.

There were ten imperial lords in the Donta imperial family; the sheer antiquity of this individual was evident.

Yasini Yengo served as the stabilizing force of the Donta Imperial Dynasty.

He was Donta Imperial Dynasty’s strongest combatant, and he was also the most feared person.

His formidable strength likely surpa.s.sed all others, marking him as the pinnacle of Donta Imperial Dynasty’s might.

He was most probably also at the great divine realm, enabling him to contend with Gideon on equal footing.

“For millennia, the experts of the Spirit Sea and those on the surface have coexisted harmoniously,” Yasini intoned slowly. “Never before have they intruded upon each other’s domains. Why, then, does fellow cultivator Zavala seek to disrupt this equilibrium?”

“The Donta Imperial Dynasty has touched someone they shouldn’t have.”

Gideon launched another a.s.sault, this time employing his full might.

A silver divine pill within him emitted a faint glow, signifying his command over the surroundings—a hallmark of an ancient martial divine.

His ability to harness the power of heaven and earth and channel it into his own was nothing short of terrifying.

Despite his advanced age, Yasini proved himself a worthy adversary, matching Gideon blow for blow.

Each clash between the two instilled fear in the martial artists of the imperial city, underscoring the intensity of their peak divine-level battle.

If an emperor dared to venture within ten miles, they’d be reduced to ashes by the ensuing shockwave.

“Fellow cultivator Zavala, are you referring to the Young Divine Lord?” Yasini inquired. “He was born in the outside world and raised in ancient Hansworth. What connection does he have to the Spirit Sea?”

“I see you’re determined to be foolish,” Gideon retorted, his gaze hardening.

Before him stood an old man with malicious intent still lingering, seemingly eyeing Braydon Neal.

How could such a small ent.i.ty like the Donta Imperial Dynasty harbor aspirations toward Braydon’s secrets?

Countless t.i.tans in the Spirit Sea kept a vigilant watch over Braydon’s movements.

Yasini’s audacity bordered on arrogance.

Did he truly believe he could become ruler of this realm by triumphing over the 16th ruin?

The conflict between Gideon and Yasini unfolded as a grueling struggle, yet Gideon harbored no desire to risk his life in slaying the old man.

Even Gideon couldn’t claim sole possession of Braydon’s secrets.

With trouble brewing, relying solely on Gideon was no longer feasible.

Pushing Yasini back, Gideon produced a runic formation array from his pocket—a meter-long, jet-black array adorned with cryptic runes.

“A runic formation array? With a focus on s.p.a.ce manipulation?” Yasini’s eyes widened in realization.

With a swift motion, the black runic formation array conjured a pitch-black portal in the air, permitting pa.s.sage for a single individual.

On the other side loomed the vast expanse of the Spirit Sea, its silver waves teeming with immense sea beasts exuding a dvine’s aura.

Among them, a thousand-meter-long sea creature exuded a faint divine’s presence, while divine-level experts hovered in the depths, a testament to the reality of the situation.

And yet, amidst this imposing scene, a youth sat serenely atop the sea’s surface, legs crossed in meditation.

The young man, seated cross-legged upon the sea’s surface, exuded an inexplicable aura that kept the surrounding divine-level spirit beasts at bay.

Clad in white, he maintained his meditative posture until he sensed a disturbance in the s.p.a.ce around him, prompting him to open his eyes.

Yasini’s horror was palpable as he beheld the youth before him. “Dual pupils…” he gasped in shock.

“What is it?” queried the enigmatic youth, his voice carrying a weight of ageless wisdom.

“He aims to eliminate the one you cherish,” Gideon remarked nonchalantly.

“The 16th ruin?” the youth inquired calmly.

“Yes,” Gideon confirmed with a nod.

“Remove its name,” the youth commanded before resuming his meditative state, his words dripping with a commanding authority that sent shivers down the spine.

What did he mean by “remove its name”?

The 16th ruin having its name removed?

What t.i.tle would it a.s.sume?

“What?!” Gideon’s shock was evident. “d.a.m.n it, hold on!”

But his plea came too late.

With a swift swoosh, a colossal palm descended from the heavens, its size spanning a thousand miles.

Like a strike from the heavens, the palm bore down with an overwhelming force that seemed capable of rending the very fabric of reality.

In the aftermath of the cataclysmic battle, countless aborigines sought refuge within the sprawling inner and outer cities of the Donta Imperial Dynasty’s imperial stronghold.

And yet, in the span of a single night, the descent of the giant palm altered the course of their lives forever.

The Donta Imperial City lay in ruins, reduced to naught but ashes by the colossal thousand-mile-long palm that rent the fabric of s.p.a.ce and earth alike.

The once serene sky now bore witness to chaos, while the very ground beneath transformed into an unfathomable abyss.

In the wake of this devastating strike, it seemed as though everything had been swept away in an instant.

And who was responsible for this cataclysmic event?

Yasini found himself consumed by unyielding terror.

Earlier, in his confrontation with Gideon, he had believed the latter hailed from the Spirit Sea, the Ancestral Land.

But it did not matter to him where he hailed from.

Yasini, having reached the pinnacle of the divine path, believed he was on equal footing with his adversary.

Gideon might be the preeminent force in the Spirit Sea.

If only Yasini could obtain the martial arts banished immortal and unlock the secrets of eternal life, he would ascend beyond the confines of the divine realm.

He would ascend as the leader of the 3,000 ruins, the epitome of strength.

The Spirit Sea’s Ancestral Land would be nothing to him.

But now, this once-ambitious figure found himself gripped by fear.

He had failed to comprehend the true nature of the Spirit Sea, its incomprehensible vastness spanning far beyond his understanding.

Each ruin, including the 16th ruin, maintained a connection to the Spirit Sea—a realm ninety times larger than the surface area of the ruins themselves.

The disappearance of the Donta Imperial City and the annihilation of countless beings bore the unmistakable imprint of that enigmatic youth in the Spirit Sea.

None could fathom the depths of his power or the terror he wielded.

Indeed, the Spirit Sea harbored unfathomable horrors, shrouded in mystery and unknown to all but those who dared to delve into its depths.

Gideon felt cold sweat bead on his temples.

If he had known this outcome, he would never have ventured into the Spirit Sea.

Deep within the Spirit Sea, upon its surface, the devilish youth sat cross-legged.

Opening his eyes, he fixed his gaze on Gideon through the obsidian doorway.

“Why can’t we remove its name?” he queried calmly.

“If we do so, this realm will crumble. I fear the one you cherish may not survive. He’s labored here for many years, investing much effort,” Gideon explained, mentioning Braydon Neal’s presence in the 16th ruin.

Should this ruin dissolve, Braydon and others would be ensnared within.

To remove a ruin signified its disappearance.

Vanished without a trace.

What manner of beings resided within the Spirit Sea?

With but a gesture, he could obliterate an entire ruin.

Yasini was consumed by unending dread.

The enigmatic expanse of the Spirit Sea.

A realm eluding exploration.

Perpetual terror.

From the Spirit Sea hailed Gideon, in league with a fearsome ent.i.ty.

The devilish youth rose slowly, causing the Spirit Sea to churn.

A colossal dragon emerged from its depths, its black form bearing horns and spanning ten thousand meters.

The sheer force of this pressure surpa.s.sed both Gideon and Yasini.

But it was the eyes of the devilish youth that truly set him apart.

His gaze bore an unmistakable feature—double pupils.

Double pupils, a rare condition where individuals possessed dual pupils, was historically a.s.sociated with saints.

Throughout ancient times, only a select few were blessed with this unique trait.

Over the many years of history, legendary figures with various unique traits were born.

The devilish youth embodied such rare characteristics—a testament to his exceptional nature.

The lineage of dual-pupiled individuals had long faded into obscurity, with no known occurrences for three thousand years.

Its appearance was a phenomenon seen only once before, during the ancient era.