ushernet Chapter 1384: He is the Enemy of the Whole World
Chapter 1384: He is the Enemy of the Whole World
Chapter 1384: He is the Enemy of the Whole World
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Inside the Ivory Tower, Braydon Neal stepped through the door, feeling as though he had traversed into another realm.
The endless grassland sprawled before him, alive with fluttering butterflies and the swift passage of hundreds of birds.
As Braydon surveyed his surroundings, his gaze fell upon a stone tablet standing resolute.
Etched upon the ancient black stone was a solitary image, one that seemed to draw the viewer into its depths, hinting at a potent combat technique—an Ivory Tower drawing.
Its promise lay in enhancing one’s martial prowess, a fact that captivated Braydon’s attention.
A commanding voice echoed from above, heralding the commencement of the Ivory Tower’s first round.
Time slipped away in mere breaths as ten heartbeats passed in the blink of an eye.
In the distance, a figure cloaked in green approached with nimble grace.
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With a countenance akin to polished jade and a sword slung across his back, the green-clad man expressed mild surprise.
“Ah, a youth from the body-refinement realm dares to challenge the heights of the Ivory Tower?”
“In the Ivory Tower’s first stage, one’s strength must surge a thousandfold. And the second?”
Seated before the stone tablet, Braydon engaged in what seemed like casual conversation as he delved into its intricate details.
The green-robed figure, unperturbed, elucidated the standards for each stage with a faint smile. “On the second stage, the bar is raised to two thousandfold. And so it progresses: three thousandfold for the third level, and onward.”
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He outlined the daunting benchmarks for advancement, emphasizing the formidable challenge each level posed.
Throughout the tower’s existence, no soul had ever breached its seventh stage.
In essence, it unfurled its gates once every ten millennia, and no individual had surpassed a seven-thousandfold augmentation of their combat prowess.
Achieving a battle prowess seven thousand times greater within the same realm was no small feat.
Not everyone possessed the caliber of King Braydon.
Braydon nodded in acknowledgment, his familiarity with the Ivory Tower granting him a sense of assurance.
With the initial ten levels posing no threat, he approached the challenge with ease.
However, amidst the tower’s offerings, the true gem was the coveted Ivory drawing.
While Braydon himself didn’t hold it in high regard, understanding its significance in amplifying combat strength made it a prized possession in the eyes of the outside world.
“Shall we begin?” the green-robed man prompted, laying out the terms. “Should you best me, the Ivory Tower will grant you a copy of the coveted Ivory drawing.”
It had been years since the Spirit Sea witnessed such a prodigy—an awe-inspiring talent that sent shockwaves through the realm.
Throughout the ten openings over the ten thousand years, no examinee had surpassed the seventh stage.
Yet, in a stunning turn of events, a mysterious youth from the Neal family effortlessly ascended to this pinnacle.
A cacophony erupted, fueling discussions far and wide.
“Why haven’t we heard of any geniuses from the Neal family before?”
“What’s so surprising about a Neal family genius? Remember the ten-eyed dual-pupil individual born among them? If not for the Hall of Souls’ interference, Thirteenth Master might still be among us, equally astounding.”
“Thirteen brought his fate upon himself. At just seventeen, he disregarded the Spirit Sea’s norms, challenging elders and slaying guardians of order. His demise was inevitable.”
“True, but when Thirteen was alive, he wouldn’t have spared us a glance.”
“Thirteen is history now, and the Neal family has birthed a new genius. What a formidable lineage.”
“Care to guess if he’ll conquer the seventh stage?”
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The chatter among the younger generation seemed endless, as Braydon’s meteoric rise eclipsed all other prodigies from the other major factions.
In the presence of such a dominant figure, the brilliance of others paled in comparison, akin to the hush that falls when a lone bird enters a forest.
Kohen’s tense expression eased, his voice softening as he murmured, “Braydon, the seventh stage is just a stepping stone. The family expects greater feats from you.”
“Kohen, are you still trying to keep things hidden?” Carlton interjected, extending congratulations to Kohen.
Kohen glanced over, his sword held casually as he remarked, “Just another ten-eyed dual-pupil from my family. Carlton, why do you have to keep asking?”
“What?” Carlton’s eyes widened in disbelief.
The leaders of the neighboring factions reacted with shock.
Another ten-eyed dual-pupil emerging from the Neal family?
It seemed absurd.
Had the Neal family suddenly discovered a secret to breeding geniuses?
The frequency of such extraordinary births in this generation defied logic.
Just a few decades ago, Thirteen had captivated the Spirit Sea with his brilliance.
And now, it appeared another Thirteen had arisen.
“Kohen,” the leader of the Stone familyspoke with a hint of malice, “the aristocrats produce only one ten-eyed dual-pupil every 10,000 years. Since Thirteen’s passing, how could another such prodigy have emerged? Could he have returned from death?”
His words dripped with provocation, stirring up old grudges.
Thirteen had made countless enemies during his time, earning the ire of many beyond the thirteen disciples of the Spirit Sea.