The Strongest War God Chapter 1373: A Heavy Secret

Chapter 1373: A Heavy Secret

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Braydon, my intuition is spot on. The Spirit Sea is undoubtedly a cultivation ground, left behind by our cosmos human race ancestors. I’m certain of it!” The artifact spirit’s tone was unusually resolute, leaving no room for doubt.

“Hey there, little artifact spirit, what’s got you all worked up?” Jaromir Neal chimed in with a playful tone.

“Your companion here is no ordinary being, Braydon. He possesses a vision technique that rivals even the dual-pupils. He can see right through my essence through you,” the artifact spirit remarked.

Jaromir seemed to catch wind of the conversation.

His smile widened, and his eyes took on a new appearance.

Initially black and white, they now exuded a sense of age and wisdom.

Soon, they transformed into a peculiar sight: a single eye with two pupils, resembling a polished jade.

“Dual-pupils?” Braydon gasped in astonishment.

“No, it’s something different,” the artifact spirit interjected.

As if in response, another pupil emerged in Jaromir’s eye, followed by a third, fourth, fifth, and sixth, forming an array of six magatama-shaped pupils.

“These eyes… they’re not the Six Paths of Reincarnation Eye. Among the ten possible pupil formations, the dual-pupils are the most revered,” the artifact spirit muttered. “I’ve heard Master mention that the dual-pupils have nine stages of transformation. Master believed that those who master it could become some of the greatest talents in the entire human race, across the vast expanse of the cosmos.”

“Ninth Brother dropped a bombsh.e.l.l: the Siegel family traces its roots back to the Neal family,” Jaromir revealed, stunning everyone present, including Braydon.

“The Siegel family is essentially a branch of the Neal family, where the one in the Spirit Sea serves as the main lineage. It’s not uncommon for such ancient families to have branches. Take Jordan Neal’s branch, for instance,” Jaromir explained calmly.

He went on to unveil a series of long-held secrets, shedding light on the intricate relationships within the family. “Jordan’s father, for instance, broke away from the family ages ago and settled in the outside world with his wife. Despite his betrayal, the family refrained from exterminating him, and his descendants have thrived to this day.”

Jaromir’s revelations continued, each unveiling a layer of the family’s hidden history. “The Neal family has historically refrained from marrying outsiders to preserve the purity of its bloodline. However, Jordan’s father defied this tradition out of love for an outsider,” he added, further deepening the mystery.

As Braydon absorbed this information, he couldn’t help but inquire about the nature of the Neal family’s bloodline. “What exactly defines the Neal family’s bloodline?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Once your bloodline fully awakens, you’ll understand. After all, Big Brother is one of us,” Jaromir responded cryptically, hinting at a deeper connection between them.

He continued, revealing another startling revelation: “Big Brother originally possessed the nine-eyed dual-pupils. In an attempt to resurrect you, Nine utilized the soul-gathering song to gather souls. However, Big Brother’s attempt to gather your remnant souls was met with resistance, resulting in severe damage to his pupils.”

“Who was responsible for this?” Braydon questioned.

But Jaromir remained tight-lipped, refusing to divulge further details.

Because of Braydon’s current strength, seeking revenge would be suicidal.

Amidst their conversation, Jaromir spoke up like an elder brother, reminiscing, “Oh, back then, Thirteen had the ten-eyed dual-pupils!”

The artifact spirit was astonished. “Are you serious?”

“Indeed,” Jaromir confirmed. “The Neal family, with its ten-thousand-year history in the Spirit Sea, once gave birth to a ten-eyed dual-pupiled individual. He was showered with affection from the family’s ancestors and thousands of others since birth. At seventeen, he was frozen for years and then entrusted to me and my elder brother for training.”

As Jaromir recounted the past, he clenched his fists, his face clouded with deep-seated resentment.

The memory of failing to protect his younger brother and witnessing his soul dissipate haunted him.

The ten-eyed dual-pupils were truly extraordinary, defying conventional understanding.

While the dual-pupils were traditionally believed to have nine transformations as the pinnacle, Thirteen shattered these limits, bringing both hope and tragedy to the Neal family.

Jaromir’s voice softened as he suggested, “Once you’ve tied up loose ends here, head to the Spirit Sea. We’ll be waiting for your return.”

Braydon, intrigued by the prospect of exploring the enigmatic Spirit Sea, desired to go to the Spirit Sea.

However, the discord with the 3,000 ruins presented a challenge. “I can’t just leave the ruins,” he responded.

Jaromir rea.s.sured him, “There are no cultivators above the divine level in the outside world. With your current combat prowess, you can easily navigate the 3,000 ruins and resolve everything within three to ten years.”

Braydon nodded firmly, sealing his commitment to his brother’s plan.

Over the coming days, he would resolve his affairs and make his way to the Spirit Sea.

With that, Jaromir took his leave, leaving Braydon to contemplate his next steps.

Alone once more, Braydon returned to the bronze door.

There, he found Luke cooking a hearty meal.

A large pot of meat soup bubbled over an open flame.

“Did you cook Little Donkey?” Braydon asked, half in jest, half in suspicion.

“No, Little Donkey went back!” Luke replied sheepishly.

Braydon’s expression darkened momentarily, suspecting the young man of cooking their companion.

However, the meat in the pot was not from Little Donkey but rather from a divine spirit beast they had slain.

As the three banished immortals returned, the 11th ruin began to settle down.

Braydon went out with Luke, finding the bronze door severely damaged, with only the frame remaining.

Standing before it, he was confronted by a guard who raised his sword in defense.

Braydon held his ground, with Luke in his arms, prompting the guard’s hesitation.

Recognizing Braydon, the guard quickly knelt as he apologized, “Alliance Chief!”

After dismissing the guard, Braydon inquired about the situation at the 8th ruin before heading toward South Pole Island.

“The 8th bronze door has been unstable since this morning,” the martial artist quickly reported. “The door will open tonight at the latest!”

Braydon furrowed his brow.

With 3,000 ruins to contend with, he knew it would be a long and arduous task.

It would likely take several years to pacify them all, requiring him to face countless divine-level opponents.

But he had no other option.

He alone possessed the capability to restore order to the ruins.

At South Pole Island, in a serene courtyard, most of the Global Martial Artist Alliance’s leaders had gathered.

Haven Downing and others, upon hearing of Braydon’s return, had hurried to join the a.s.sembly.

“Alliance Chief!” Jaziel Sherman and the others greeted Braydon as they arrived, taking their places around the table.

Braydon, in conversation with Old Devil Yanagi about the ruins, acknowledged their presence with a nod.

“Please, take a seat. The 11th and 40th ruins will be entrusted to the Northern Army to rebuild the ancient city.”

“We’re ready to lend a hand,” Haven chimed in, explaining their readiness to mobilize resources and manpower to support the Northern Army’s efforts.

Each ruin held valuable and inexhaustible resources essential for martial artists: spirit herbs, refining materials, spirit crystals and spirit stones.

These resources needed to be under the Northern Army’s control.