ushernet Chapter 1397: Intercepted
Chapter 1397: Intercepted
Chapter 1397: Intercepted
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“I’m here to escort His Highness,” Soul Slave No. 3 volunteered, ensuring Braydon Neal’s safe return.
With his presence, any would-be assailants would think twice before targeting Braydon.
Kohen Neal swiftly tore through space with his hands, effortlessly creating a spatial passageway.
Braydon regarded him with surprise, recognizing him as a spatial adept—a trait concealed within the Neal family’s bloodline, alongside other hidden strengths such as the hereditary dual-pupils and the latent heavenly path bloodline.
Generations of prosperous spatial bodies.
The Neal family was born with a unique advantage.
It was indeed unusual.
When he had time, he could ask Kohen.
Upon Braydon’s return to the family, he was accompanied by the devoted soul slave and guarded by several ancestral protectors, a testament to his unparalleled potential in the Spirit Sea.
As Braydon and Soul Slave No. 3 traversed the spatial passage, the darkness was suddenly rent asunder by a barrage of lethal weapons, their razor-sharp edges cleaving through the fabric of space itself.
A ferocious sword energy bore down on Braydon, threatening to end his life.
“How dare you!” Soul Slave No. 3 roared in outrage, taken aback by the audacity of the attackers.
He understood well that Braydon’s exploits within the Ivory Tower had undoubtedly caught the attention of the influential figures responsible for shaping the Spirit Sea.
Moreover, key figures from beyond the cosmos had already begun their descent, likely to arrive within the next four to five years.
During this crucial period, the Hall of Souls’ foremost duty was to ensure Braydon’s safety.
Any harm befalling him would result in dire consequences for all soul slaves, facing punishment from the Hall of Souls.
In the midst of this, Braydon found himself intercepted.
Enraged, Soul Slave No. 3 launched a bold counterattack, unleashing laws of the path from within him—a formless essence intricately repaired by an unknown hand.
The ethereal laws enveloped Braydon, shielding him as they guided him away from imminent danger, the spatial passage already rendered impassable.
Although it was highly improbable for a spatial adept to lose their bearings in the void, the threat posed by the relentless sword energy was undeniable.
The laws of the path effectively nullified the onslaught, though the sheer force left him visibly shaken, a trickle of blood staining his lips.
The presence of formidable experts within the Spirit Sea was unmistakable, prompting Braydon to fix a steely gaze upon a figure garbed in purple amidst the boundless darkness.@@@@
“Fontane Neal, you’re alive?” he exclaimed, shocked by the unexpected revelation.
Fontane shook his head with a hint of resignation.
“My days are numbered,” he admitted, acknowledging his dwindling lifespan.
Despite residing in seclusion within the Neal family, many assumed he had long passed away, his existence known only to a select few.
A flicker of apprehension crossed Soul Slave No. 3’s features.
He, reliant on the Hall of Souls for survival, couldn’t fathom how Fontane had endured.
Upon hearing Fontane mention Demon Saint Island, Soul Slave No. 3’s brow furrowed deeply.
He was familiar with the island, a perilous domain nestled in the Spirit Sea’s core—a sanctuary for spirit beasts and a no-go zone for humans.
Without further ado, Fontane whisked Braydon away with a wave of his sleeve, and the two returned to the Neal family estate.
During their journey, Braydon queried, “What is Demon Saint Island?”
“It’s the sacred domain of demon beasts, forbidden to humans,” Fontane replied succinctly.
Fontane’s expression softened as he began to elucidate. “Since the inception of the Spirit Sea, it has harbored numerous enigmatic locales. Some of these mystic realms, however, are not solely the domain of humans but belong more so to spirit beasts.
“Demon Saint Island, for instance, boasts a formidable legacy. It has the power to bestow spirit beasts with human forms, allowing them to ascend to formidable heights. It’s a forbidden realm for cultivators.
“The assailant who targeted you earlier was an island master of Demon Saint Island, Loukith Wacera.”
As a witness to the Neal family’s ancestral beginnings and one of the oldest figures in the Spirit Sea, Fontane possessed unparalleled knowledge of its inner workings.
Having lived for ten thousand years, he was well-versed in its intricacies.
Braydon found out in part about the events surrounding Demon Saint Island and its propensity to closely monitor the Ivory Tower’s developments.
Should they detect a super-genius emerging among humans, they would swiftly move to eliminate the threat.
In the Spirit Sea, the transformation of a spirit beast into human form marked the emergence of a demon—an inherent adversary to humans, borne from deep-seated racial enmity.
Retreating to the No.0 Courtyard, Braydon found solace in its impenetrable security.
Few dared to challenge the Neal family’s stronghold, fortified by centuries of accumulation and safeguarded by formidable experts like Third Ancestor Fontane.
His presence alone served as a powerful deterrent.
Aware of the dire consequences of provoking the Neal family, no faction in the Spirit Sea wished to incite a large-scale conflict.
The specter of annihilation loomed over any who dared to test their might against the Neal family, deterring even the most ambitious adversaries.