ushernet Chapter 1480: Breaking Ten Thousand Miles with a Fist
Chapter 1480: Breaking Ten Thousand Miles with a Fist
Chapter 1480: Breaking Ten Thousand Miles with a Fist
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
In the end, Braydon Neal decided to share some information.
While the Spirit Sea was perilous, it paled in comparison to the dangers of the space battlefield.
In that realm, only one in ten returned alive.
But Braydon had no alternative.
The space battlefield was too close to Earth.
If he abstained from the conflict, he’d effectively surrender the fate of Earth and the lives of billions to the Milky Way Empire.
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While he hoped the empire could withstand the onslaught, failure would surely spell disaster.
With his sense of responsibility, Braydon couldn’t entrust the fate of Hansworth to an outsider.
This time, Braydon aimed to visit the old leaders and pay homage to Mount Kylo, Mount Sino, and Heavenly Mountain.
Despite the weighty concerns, Sorrell Neal chose to accompany his brother into the Neal residence.
Inside, Old Master Graham Neal and Lowell Neal greeted them warmly. “Braydon!”
Graham exclaimed with joy. “Grandpa! Uncle Lowell!”
Braydon responded warmly as they entered.
“Please, have a seat,” Graham gestured, and they all settled down.
The Neal family had prepared a feast in anticipation of Braydon’s return, making the mansion feel alive with celebration.
However, Sorrell, the black-armored youth, remained silent and aloof, his expression unyielding.
His main concern was whether Graham had conspired with the aborigines of the ruins.
None of the 72 magnates were without blemish, and a thorough investigation would likely condemn them all to death.
Yet, Braydon had refrained from probing deeply into the matter, effectively letting it slide.
But not everyone was willing to overlook it, especially Sorrell.
“Braydon, have you gleaned anything from your time in the Spirit Sea?” Graham inquired gently.
“In the Spirit Sea, the ten thousand families are divided into the outer, inner, and core regions,” Braydon disclosed openly, omitting only details about the realm beyond the cosmos, fearing it might cause trouble if revealed prematurely.
Including the Spirit Sea Neal family and the Spirit Sea’s origins.
Heather couldn’t help but chuckle.
“You’re just like your father. So young, yet you have the demeanor of an elder statesman.”
“How much longer until Father returns?” Trevon finally inquired, his admiration for his father evident.
Although Heather rarely spoke about her husband, others did.
Trevon’s teacher, Dominic Lowe, often regaled the children with tales of Braydon’s exploits, painting a vivid picture of his legendary journey from youth to the present day.
Despite his young age, Trevon understood the magnitude of his father’s greatness.
“This time, Daddy will be back for an extended period. He’ll have plenty of time to spend with you two.” Heather assured them gently.
“I don’t believe you. You always say that, but Daddy never stays long,” Judith Neal protested, her disappointment evident.
Since birth, she had only seen her father on a few occasions.
In the little girl’s mind, her father was always occupied with important matters.
The memory that stood out the most was when he vented his anger at Mount Kylo, resulting in many casualties.
Yet, the little girl wasn’t afraid of her father, Braydon.
She understood that his fury stemmed from the mistreatment of her brother, Trevon, by the people of Kylo.
Beside her, Dominic suggested, “Shall I escort the young ones back? The Northern King has returned from the Spirit Sea. He needs to pass through the ruins and then make his way from the South Pole Island.”
“He’s already en route,” Heather replied, her gaze fixed on the shifting sky.
Suddenly, a ten-meter-tall pitch-black door materialized, revealing a spatial passageway.
Out stepped Braydon, garbed in white.
“Daddy!” Judith’s eyes welled with tears.
Breaking free from her mother’s grasp, she disregarded her earlier instructions and flew into the air, arms outstretched to embrace her father.
Meanwhile, Trevon’s longing gaze betrayed his desire to rush into his father’s arms like his younger sister.
But he remembered his mother’s directive—when their father returned, they were to conduct themselves with the decorum befitting officials of the capital.
They couldn’t cause a scene.
Observing Judith leap into his arms, Braydon embraced her tenderly.
He noticed his daughter burying her face in his chest, secretly wiping away her tears.
“Judith, were you especially naughty when Daddy wasn’t around?” he inquired gently.
“No, I’ve been very well-behaved!” Judith replied indignantly, lifting her head defiantly.