ushernet Chapter 1424: Those Belong to You!
Chapter 1424: Those Belong to You!
Chapter 1424: Those Belong to You!
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Congratulations, Goddess!”
The Foreman family people stirred from their slumber and gazed upward at the spectacle unfolding before them.
The pure and holy Eva Foreman appeared like a goddess, banishing darkness and illuminating her kinfolk with her radiance. It was a sight both dazzling and captivating!
The Foremans erupted with excitement.
Yet, in the encompassing darkness, the array flawlessly deflected the sword lights. Eva, positioned at the heart of the array, grew visibly pale, as if she had reached her limit.
She was shrouded in countless white lights, which unexpectedly began to surge out of her body.
She had reached her limit!
“No!”
Eva’s spirit brimmed with defiance. She harbored aspirations to emulate her illustrious ancestor and manifest twelve wings.
But alas, just as the ten-winged form materialized, it was snuffed out in its infancy.
She had reached her limit!
A heavy silence descended.
All eyes remained fixed on Eva as she sprouted ten wings upon her back. Yet, those two small wings were merely the size of a palm, appearing almost comical.
Eva regarded it as a humiliation!
She believed herself to be on par with her ancestor.
Twelve wings should have been her birthright!
Compared to the vast expanse of white light that filled the sky, she had absorbed less than one-tenth of its power.@@@@
Within the Foreman family.
In a tranquil courtyard.
Braydon Neal’s complexion turned deathly pale. He couldn’t bring himself to witness Eva’s transformation. Instead, he was tormented by a haunting voice echoing in his mind.
“Child, those belong to you...”
The voice persisted relentlessly, akin to a demonic chant, stirring the deepest desires within Braydon’s heart. Try as he might, he couldn’t shake it off.
As the voice continued to reverberate, Braydon’s consciousness began to blur. He sank to one knee, emitting a low growl laced with boundless agony.
“Braydon, what’s the matter?” Kohen Neal demanded, his tone laced with frustration.
“What in the world is happening?” Remington Neal exclaimed, his confusion mounting.
“Remaining in a cold and unwelcoming family fosters a lack of belonging, heightening concerns for one’s wife and children!”
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Kohen delved into various past events.
As a result, the Neal family opted to set aside the matter concerning Wharton for the time being.
Since Wharton had betrayed the family and departed, the Neal family simply released his family to leave as well.
From that point on, they had no further association with each other.
After the Neal family pardoned Wharton, all disturbances subsided.
Consequently, the Neal family gradually relaxed its rule against marrying outsiders, allowing for exceptions under special circumstances.
This was exemplified by Braydon and Eva.
If they could secure an alliance with a prominent family and foster a positive relationship, it would be viewed as a sacrifice for the family and considered a contribution.
However, marrying an outsider would disqualify them from being direct descendants of the Neal family.
Regardless of their talent, they would not attain the status of direct descendants.
The purity of the bloodline held paramount importance to every family, not only the Neal family but also the Foreman family.
Now, both Kohen and Remington comprehended why Braydon found himself in such a predicament.
Braydon’s lineage bore the blood of both the Neal family and the Foreman family.
A race had thrived for tens of thousands of years, its traditions passed down through countless generations.
It was normal for them to intermingle.
The only anomaly lay in Braydon’s lack of self-understanding.
How potent was the Foreman family bloodline coursing through his veins?
And why did it have to manifest tonight?
In truth, had the people of the Neal family or the Foreman family witnessed Braydon’s ascent in his youth, tonight’s events would not have surprised them.
Braydon had been acquainted with the Foreman family’s innate technique since childhood, such as the Thousand Feathers Technique—a talent inherent to his bloodline.
Despite his own comprehension, when he attempted to impart it to others like the little fool, they could only grasp a fraction of its power.
Even the men of the Northern Army struggled to harness 10% to 20% of its potential after years of effort.
The discrepancy likely stemmed from differences in bloodline.
Given this context, the families would naturally understand everything upon witnessing the graceful rise of young King Braydon.
Amidst the chaos of Braydon’s consciousness, the voice persisted, echoing incessantly. “Child, those belong to you!”