ushernet Chapter 1432: A Supreme Treasure That’s Difficult to Obtain
Chapter 1432: A Supreme Treasure That’s Difficult to Obtain
Chapter 1432: A Supreme Treasure That’s Difficult to Obtain
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
As discussions buzzed, all eyes inevitably turned to the most formidable faction within the Hall of Souls: the members of the Stone family.
The expressions of the Stone family’s representatives soured visibly, a reminder of the longstanding blood feud between them and the Neal family.
The rift dated back to the attempted assassination of Thirteen by the Stone family’s elder, an incident nearly sparking a full-blown war that spilled into the Hall of Souls, claiming many soul slaves from the Stone family.
Though merely three decades had passed since the feud’s inception, neither side had forgotten or forgiven.
Had it not been for the Stone family’s treacherous assault, the Neal family would have boasted not one, but two individuals wielding ten-eyed dual pupils—a sight to behold indeed.
Yet unbeknownst to many, the Neal family harbored a hidden prodigy in the form of Skylar Neal, also known as the No.0 lieutenant commander of the Northern Army.
Skylar inherited the formidable bloodline potential of the Neal family, mastering all eight techniques devised by his brother Braydon Neal, including the elusive Slaying Immortal, the ninth technique.
The Neal family of Preston boasted not one, but two prodigies: Braydon and his younger sibling, Skylar.
Meanwhile, in a remote corner of the Spirit Sea, a simple-minded youth rode atop a donkey with ease, munching on a cucumber as he reminisced aloud, “Freddie, I miss my brother.”
His companion, a voice of reason, reassured him, “As long as you stay out of trouble, you’ll reunite with Braydon within the month.”
Frediano Jadanza, clad in black attire, personally led the donkey for the little fool.@@@@
It’s worth noting that the group of brothers had been navigating the Spirit Sea for three months already.
However, trouble seemed to follow the simple-minded lad wherever he went.
Their misfortune began when they stirred the ire of a mysterious spirit beast lurking in the sea depths.
Before they knew it, they found themselves pursued relentlessly by hundreds of killer whales, traversing tens of thousands of miles in their desperate flight.
The Spirit Sea teemed with sea demons and formidable spirit beasts, their strength unparalleled.
While the outer regions were populated by divine realm creatures, occasional encounters with saint realm beings were not uncommon in the inner reaches.
The core of the Spirit Sea posed an even greater peril.
Despite these dangers, the Northern Army sons who had ventured into the Spirit Sea had witnessed a rapid surge in strength.
Some, like Luke Yates, were on the brink of attaining saint realm status, having already reached the eighth level of the divine realm.
Others had ascended to the extreme divine realm.
This scarcity meant that cultivators, once their energy reserves depleted, had no means to replenish themselves from the surrounding environment.
Hence, those entering the Hall of Souls typically brought along a supply of medicinal pills to sustain themselves.
As Braydon acclimated to his surroundings, a frigid voice pierced the silence—not the familiar tone of the three great soul slaves, but rather reminiscent of the Hall of Souls’ artifact spirit: cold, impassive, and detached.
“Greetings, Braydon Neal, trial participant. Welcome to the first level of the Hall of Souls, the Frost World. As of yet, the world’s supreme treasure remains unclaimed. Completion of the following trials grants qualification to summon this prized artifact.
“Defeat 100,000 frost bears to earn a 10,000-year-old Frost Grass. This reward may be amassed without limit.
“Collect 1,000 Frost Grass to invoke the world’s supreme treasure.”
With these succinct directives, Braydon received his mandate.
“If that’s the case,” Braydon murmured softly, “I’ll need to take down 100 million frost bears to gather 1,000 Frost Grass.”
The conditions appeared daunting, but in reality, they were not overly challenging.
After all, there were no restrictions on seizing others’ Frost Grass.
It was fair game for anyone to snatch.
Furthermore, had no one ever amassed enough Frost Grass in ten thousand years?
From what he knew, there were people trading Frost Grass in the leisure area.
If need be, he could acquire Frost Grass through this avenue.
Gathering a thousand of them shouldn’t pose too great a difficulty, should it?
Just as Braydon pondered this, a figure approached him—it was Teddy Webb, hastening over with an urgent air.
“Young Master Neal, why the rush? I’ve been searching for you everywhere. You are unfamiliar with this place, right?”
“Go on,” Braydon urged, eager for more information from this informer.
Teddy didn’t mince words. “Let me break it down for you. The supreme treasure of the frost world is a trap. Sure, everyone knows that collecting 1,000 stalks of Frost Grass summons this treasure.”
“However,” he continued, “summoning it doesn’t mean you’ll own it. That thing is wicked, and ordinary folks can’t subdue it—only those with the might of a holy master can.”
“Consider this,” he emphasized, “the first level of the Hall of Souls admits only saint realm cultivators, yet the treasure requires the strength of a holy master to control. It’s a farce.”
With this explanation, Teddy elucidated why the frost world’s treasure remained untouched for millennia.
The disparity between the requirements for entry and control was glaringly absurd—a challenge for even the most adept cultivators.