Chapter 1376: Welco One Person Back
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Braydon Neal’s eyes flickered back to their normal state, and the imposing figure behind him seamlessly rged back into his form.
Yet, the space within the 8th ruin had already collapsed across tens of thousands of miles, leaving half of the world in ruins.
An inexplicable equilibrium settled in; the destruction ceased, yet no automatic restoration followed.
It resembled the human body itself, resilient enough to endure grievous wounds yet unable to heal on its own.
Half of the 8th ruin lay in ruins, all thanks to the figure’s intervention.
“Thirteen, are you okay?” Jaromir Neal approached, concern evident in his voice.
“I’m fine,” assured Braydon, his mind now teeming with additional mories.
mories of the Thirteenth Master.
mories of his bloodline heritage.
The forr comprised a re 10% of the total, while the latter claid the lion’s share of 90%.
Closing his ten-eyed dual-pupils montarily, Braydon reopened them, the ten magatama spinning as if unveiling the passage of ti itself.
It was a technique reminiscent of the Thirteenth Master’s dual-pupil thod.
Plants blood and withered before his eyes.
“Back then, the Thirteenth Master’s ten-eyed dual-pupils delved directly into the path of ti. He possessed the ability to manipulate the heavens and wilt all that lay before him. Truly, a force to be reckoned with,” recounted Braydon, sharing insights into the Thirteenth Master’s ocular technique.
It was worth noting that ti cultivation ranked among the most arduous of the 3,000 paths, with space cultivation following closely behind. The Thirteenth Master’s eye technique delved directly into the path of ti itself.
It was already imnsely daunting, yet Braydon’s version seed even more daunting.
Jaromir lapsed into a prolonged silence. He did not expect Braydon to not inherit the Thirteenth Master’s ten-eyed dual-pupils. Braydon had instead spontaneously awakened his own eye technique.
anwhile, deep within the Spirit Sea’s core region, a solemn voice reverberated from a palace nestled on an island.
“Our ancestor has decreed our departure from the Spirit Sea to greet a returning individual at the 8th pond!”
A gleaming golden card erged from the palace’s depths, swiftly intercepted by a waiting figure.
A burly middle-aged man knelt reverently, receiving the order. Throughout the island, nurous figures of importance stirred, perturbed by the unexpected summons from the ancestor, who resided in seclusion at the core of Spirit Sea.
The last ti such an edict was issued was during Thirteen’s ordeal, thirty years prior.
The fact that another decree had been issued after such a long interval stirred profound curiosity and concern among the island’s denizens.
A hundred individuals promptly departed the Spirit Sea under the ancestor’s command, their departure unimpeded by anyone.
Each bore the surna Neal, marking them as formidable individuals, entrusted with either protecting or eliminating specific targets.
The guardians of the Spirit Sea’s order tactically withdrew, allowing the Neal family mbers to pass unhindered.
Even the black-robed guardian of order, aware of the Neal family’s reputation, chose not to interfere.
“The Neal family’s core mbers are mobilizing for a significant mission,” the guardian relayed discreetly. “They command both respect and caution.”
Despite their stewardship of the Spirit Sea, certain forces remained beyond their influence.
The Spirit Sea’s millennia-spanning legacy stood as a testant to their enduring power.
Their prowess was beyond asure. The Neal family embarked on their journey, traversing the Spirit Sea via the spatial formation platform to reach the 8th ruin, known to them as the 8th pond.
Upon arrival, Jaromir appeared to sense sothing amiss.
He gazed into the distance and exclaid, “The Neal family is here!”
Monts later, the hundred-man contingent from the Neal family erged from the spatial passageway, arriving with remarkable precision, their margin of error no more than three miles.
“Jaromir!” greeted the elegant man in a green robe, his authoritative aura palpable.
This was Remington Neal, not only the head butler of the Spirit Sea but also responsible for the education of all Neal youth in their formative years.
Within the Spirit Sea, Remington commanded significant respect, and his strength was not to be underestimated.
“The ancestor has issued a decree to welco back an individual,” Remington announced, turning to Jaromir. “Do you know who this person might be?”
“I do,” replied Jaromir, turning his attention to Braydon.
The awakening of the ten-eyed dual-pupils was bound to attract the attention of the family’s ancestors, especially considering the complexity of Braydon’s bloodline, which rivaled that of the first generation.
Soone who was comparable to the Neal family’s ancestor, such a prodigious talent was sure to arouse considerable interest.
Approaching Braydon, Remington scrutinized him closely before nodding in agreent. “Indeed, he is a mber of the Neal family. However, there’s no record of him in our family archives. Could he be a descendant of Jordan Neal’s bloodline, residing outside the family’s domain?”
The Neal family in the outside world was indeed Jordan’s people.
However, in the past, Jordan’s father had rebelled against the Spirit Sea’s Neal family. There had to be a reason behind it.
“The ancestor has decreed your return to the family,” Remington announced. “Do you have any pressing matters that require assistance?”
“I cannot return to the Spirit Sea at this ti,” Braydon refused.
If he departed, what would beco of the outside world?
What fate awaited Heather Sage and Trevon Neal at the hands of the aboriginal martial artists’ blades?
Such a prospect was utterly unacceptable to Braydon.
Remington’s expression darkened, mirrored by the grim faces of the hundred individuals behind him.
“No one may defy the ancestor’s orders,” Remington reminded sternly.
All clan mbers were bound by the ancestral decrees; disobedience would invite severe consequences, even for the ancestor’s direct descendants.
The Spirit Sea Neal family’s ten-thousand-year history was rife with stringent rules, crucial for corralling the family’s prideful mbers.
Strict regulations were especially vital for nurturing the arrogant geniuses, shaping them into formidable individuals.
Throughout the years, only Thirteen had dared to flout the ancestor’s wishes, thanks to his ten-eyed dual-pupils, a symbol of unparalleled prodigiousness coupled with the ancestor’s favor.
For such individuals, family rules held less significance, as their future achievents were destined to surpass even the ancestor’s, safeguarding the family.
While so may have harbored objections, the future accomplishnts of a ten-eyed dual-pupiled individual were bound to elevate them into a formidable protector of the family, repaying any youthful stubbornness or frivolity many tis over.
They would be once youthful and carefree, sheltered by their family’s protection.
However, as they matured and grew stronger, they were expected to shoulder the burden of the family and serve as its guardians.
“Sir, Braydon’s circumstances are sowhat unique. I…” Jaromir hesitated, his brow furrowing.
“Jaromir, you’ve spent too long outside. Have you forgotten the family’s regulations?” Remington’s frown deepened as he addressed Jaromir, prompting him to lower his head and release a sigh.
“I understand. The ancestor’s commands are the family’s commands. All family mbers must adhere to them.”
“It’s good that you understand. Bring Braydon and accompany into the Spirit Sea. We shall return to the family and et the ancestor,” Remington’s decisive words settled the matter.
Yet, they seed to overlook the fact that no one could compel Braydon to comply.
Simultaneously, Braydon had no desire to provoke conflict with the family.
They shared the sa lineage and bloodline; the Neal family’s blood coursed through their veins.
Braydon harbored no animosity toward them, especially considering Jaromir’s past assistance, which had left a positive impression.
“In the future, when I venture into the Spirit Sea, I will naturally pay a visit to the family,” Braydon stated calmly.
“The first instance of disobeying the ancestor’s decree can be attributed to youthful indiscretion, but a repeat offense is a grave mistake!”
A burly middle-aged man stepped forward behind Remington, delivering a stern reprimand.
The family’s ancestor held a supre position, and none dared to flout their directives.
The ancestor’s command for Braydon’s return was considered an honor.
However, Braydon’s repeated refusals cast a pall over the atmosphere, thickening with tension.
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