ushernet Chapter 1381: The Enemies of the Past
Chapter 1381: The Enemies of the Past
Chapter 1381: The Enemies of the Past
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
For instance, for geniuses like Wolfhart Neal and Jaromir Neal, only the ten-eyed dual-pupils could help them.
Nobody else could offer them even the slightest assistance.
Even if one were to master this secret technique, it would prove futile.
However, there was a stringent condition for utilizing this secret technique: the analysis of the injured individual’s dual pupils.
Coincidentally, at that moment, the young ancestor produced a token emitting a faint, ethereal glow.
“Kohen, what’s the situation?”
A dignified middle-aged man’s image appeared on the token.
It was Kohen Neal, the current family head and the strongest individual of their era.
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“Ancestor, the Ivory Tower is on the verge of appearing,” Kohen reported solemnly. “Should we mobilize our family members to attend?”
“Proceed at once!” commanded the young ancestor, emphasizing the significance of the Ivory Tower.
Opening once every thousand years, the tower held a profound secret, which was why the ancestor had personally summoned Braydon Neal back to the family.
With that, the image on the token vanished.
The young ancestor then turned to Braydon and Wolfhart, stating, “Wolfhart, Braydon, Jaromir, the three of you will lead the family’s prodigies to the site of the Ivory Tower’s emergence. Among the Spirit Sea’s enigmatic locales, the Ivory Tower is considered the least perilous. It serves as a testing ground for one’s potential.”
“Understood!” affirmed Wolfhart and Jaromir, having grown up hearing numerous legends about the Ivory Tower.
Unfortunately, its appearance was a rare event, occurring only once every thousand years.
Wolfhart and Jaromir were both under 100 years old, indicating they had never set foot inside.
It was an opportunity too significant to overlook.
Braydon, too, harbored a curiosity about the so-called Ivory Tower and wished to explore its mystique.
Following the ancestor’s decree, Wolfhart led the entirety of Neal family’s prodigies toward the Ivory Tower.
With over 300 geniuses hailing from the western district, they promptly embarked on their journey.
As word of the tower’s emergence spread, family members from afar hastened their arrival, attesting to the widespread significance attached to the Ivory Tower across the Spirit Sea’s core.
Braydon departed with his team without much fanfare, deliberately avoiding drawing undue attention.
Amidst the buzz surrounding the Ivory Tower, Braydon, the occupant of the No.0 Courtyard, faded into the background.
“The Ivory Tower will remain open for only ten years,” Wolfhart emphasized gravely. “Everyone, strive to ascend to the higher stages of the tower. Doing so will yield more drawings.”
Each stage housed a drawing, essential for progressing to the next stage of the Ivory Tower.
On his journey to the tower, Braydon encountered numerous peculiar phenomena.
A colossal fallen star plunged into the sea, rendering its vicinity a forbidden zone where even saint realm experts met their demise upon approach.
Then there was the thousand-mile-long bronze ship, riddled with a gaping hole, adrift on the sea.
Countless islands dotted the region, each harboring its own perils.
The core area of the Spirit Sea teemed with danger, inhabited by super demon beasts rivaling the Neal family’s ancestors.
Among these creatures was a rumored spirit beast capable of assuming human form, though sightings were scarce.
Those who braved the Spirit Sea were seldom virtuous individuals.
Yet, amidst a tranquil sea expanse spanning hundreds of miles, where white clouds drifted lazily and the sun cast its gentle rays, a sense of safety pervaded the atmosphere.
Today, however, this serene locale buzzed with activity.
Strange spirit beasts descended from the skies, undoubtedly the mounts of seasoned experts.
Countless youths congregated, including representatives from the Neal family.
“Wolfhart!” Constantine Siegel approached from a distance, his surprise evident. “You’ve emerged from seclusion!”
“Exercise caution; many old adversaries are present,” Wolfhart warned, his gaze inadvertently drifting toward the factions from rival camps.
Among the gathering were many familiar faces—old acquaintances from bygone eras.
When the Spirit Sea was first discovered, it wasn’t solely the Neal family’s ancestor who ventured forth; there were others.
Over ten thousand years of inheritance had endowed these factions with formidable strength, some even nurturing super geniuses.
As expected, a faint smile graced a purple-robed youth’s lips as he greeted from afar. “Long time no see, Wolfhart!”
Recognition sparked in Jaromir’s eyes, tinged with a simmering animosity. “Kellan Stone!”
Joed relayed a telepathic message to Braydon, “The old guys from the Hall of Souls are members of the Stone family. They have pledged allegiance to the Hall of Souls, offering their souls as slaves in exchange for access to potent cultivation techniques to support their families.
“Thirty years ago, they were the ones responsible for Thirteen’s demise and the grievous injuries inflicted upon Wolfhart and Jaromir!” Joed recounted the grim events of the past, shedding light on Thirteen’s tragic downfall.
The Hall of Souls, overseen by the Spirit Sea’s custodian, harbored numerous hidden adversaries, chief among them being the Stone family.
Their willingness to forfeit their autonomy and become soul slaves stemmed from the allure of the hall’s profound cultivation techniques and abundant resources.
Despite their constrained freedom, individuals like these still held the Hall of Souls in reverence, acknowledging its supremacy.