Chapter 1423: Three Great Treasures
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Reflecting on the events of the past few days, Braydon Neal spoke with a cold exhale, “Demon Saint Island!”
The hostility from Demon Saint Island toward him was palpable, and Braydon felt the weight of their enmity.
Despite his current weakened state, he harbored deep resentnt toward them.
Yet, he knew that his strength was not yet sufficient to confront them directly.
However, he envisioned a future where he would rise to power and exact vengeance upon Demon Saint Island, casting even the Stone family into the sidelines.
The feud between Demon Saint Island and the Neal family was now etched in stone.
Observing Kohen Neal’s concern, Carlisle Jaynes sought to reassure him.
“Family Head Kohen, there’s no need for worry. The Neal family’s protective array is formidable, dissuading any rash incursions. Moreover, once His Highness ventures to the Hall of Souls, Demon Saint Island’s focus will likely shift elsewhere.”
Issac Irwin echoed this sentint, pledging the Hall of Souls’ support should Demon Saint Island pose a threat to the Neal family.
Despite the Hall of Souls’ neutral stance in the Spirit Sea’s conflicts, their allegiance leaned toward the Neal family, owing much to Braydon’s influence.
Galliard Foreman solemnly added, “In tis of trouble, the Foreman family will not hesitate to aid the Neal family.”
However, Kohen couldn’t find solace in these assurances.
The mysterious and ominous nature of Demon Saint Island lingered, casting a shadow of unease.
Even with the combined might of Fontane Neal and the Foreman family’s second ancestor, they couldn’t halt Demon Saint Island’s aggression.
As night deepened, the weight of uncertainty hung heavily in the air.
After everyone dispersed, Braydon retreated to his room for rest, while Issac and Carlisle remained in adjacent quarters.
They maintained vigilant watch, ready to intervene at any sign of trouble.
anwhile, the Foreman family activated its defensive formation and imposed a strict no-fly policy, reinforcing their security asures.
As the night deepened, a somber atmosphere settled over the surroundings, shrouded in darkness.
Suddenly, a brilliant streak of light, resembling an inverted Milky Way, tore through the fabric of space and descended upon the Foreman family—a manifestation of spatial tearing potential.
This luminous sword light, emanating from the void, instilled fear in over 90% of the Foreman family, dwarfing them in its presence.
Startled from his ditation, Braydon’s senses heightened as he felt the imminent danger.
Cold sweat drenched his clothes as he realized the sword light’s ominous target—himself.
In a swift response, Carlisle and Issac rushed to reassure him of the Foreman family’s formidable defensive capabilities, seeking to quell his fear.
However, Braydon’s resolve remained unshaken as he stepped out into the open, his eyes ablaze with determination.
With steely resolve, he faced the descending silver sword Qi, ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead with unwavering resolve.
“The Snow Demon Sword from Demon Saint Island!” Karl Foreman’s voice brimd with anger as he identified the nacing weapon.
This sword was one of the three supre treasures of Demon Saint Island, alongside the Void God Armor and the Immortal Slaying Saber.
These artifacts, originally from the Spirit Sea, had fallen into the possession of the Demon Saint Island.
The true grade of the Snow Demon Sword remained a mystery, as it stood as one of the most formidable weapons unearthed in the Spirit Sea over the past ten thousand years.
Karl recognized the sword imdiately, as it was the very weapon that had inflicted injury upon the Foreman family’s second ancestor.
As the sword’s ominous presence lood closer, the Foreman family’s defensive formation sprang into action, unleashing a flurry of white light that coalesced into a formidable barrier.
This holy power, emanating from the very ground of each island, rged into a formidable defense.
Amidst the chaos, Braydon was quick to discern the familiar energy resonating within the protective formation—the sa energy he had harnessed through the Thousand Feathers Technique within his own body.
However, the Foreman family’s defense chanism was exponentially more potent, dwarfing Braydon’s own capabilities.
As the luminous white lights coalesced, they gradually took on the form of a towering figure—a majestic and awe-inspiring sight.
With twelve wings adorning its back, the figure stood as a testant to the unparalleled might of the Foreman family.
This unprecedented sight left all onlookers in utter disbelief—a twelve-winged feathered-n, a phenonon unseen until now.
The Foreman family’s first ancestor had only possessed four wings, while Eva Foreman herself was known to have six wings.
There had never been a twelve-winged being.
Speaking with an air of solemnity, the twelve-winged entity exuded a palpable aura of wisdom as it declared, “I am here on the orders of the family head. We shall ensure that our lineage here flourishes. When our descendants venture back into the cosmos, they will find that the cosmos human race has eight main branches, with ours among them.”
“The cosmos human race is one of the most powerful super races in the vast universe. Our mortal enemy is the demon race,” it proclaid.
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In resounding tones that echoed across the realm, the figure’s words seed to carry the weight of centuries past, now reerging in the present.
Sensing the encroaching demonic presence, it issued a stark warning: the demons stood as humanity’s mortal foes.
At this revelation, Septimus Foreman, the Foreman family’s second ancestor, stepped forward, his voice quivering as he recounted a secret passed down by his forebears.
“According to ancient scrolls, the family safeguards a formation centered around the coffin of a mighty being. In tis of external threat, the formation will be activated, yet its power remains untapped. Only the strongest bloodline among the Foreman family can harness and wield this power against adversaries.”
All eyes turned toward Eva—a figure of elegance and cold resolve.
With a sense of duty, she stepped forward, her silent stride carrying her toward the celestial skies and the twelve-winged figure.
Indeed, she herself felt destined to assu the mantle of leadership.
Little did she know that uncertainty perated the world!
Approaching the twelve-winged figure, Eva spoke with utmost reverence, “Our lineage of the Spirit Sea Foreman family traces back to our ancestor. I, Eva Foreman, humbly seek your blessing.”
With those solemn words, the figure’s ethereal presence seed to dissipate, allowing Eva to step into the array.
As streams of white light enveloped her, she appeared to be bathed in a divine radiance, her delicate fra imbued with the holy power.
With her gaze fixed upon the heavens, her six wings fully unfurled, embracing the influx of luminous energy.
In this sacred mont, her bloodline underwent a profound transformation, giving rise to two additional wings, albeit small in size—barely the span of a palm.
“The fourth pair of wings!” exclaid the Foreman family in fervent excitent.
“Goddess Wings!”
Such exultation filled the Foremans as they witnessed this rare occurrence.
Eva herself felt a surge of joy, sensing not only the purification of her bloodline but also the burgeoning of her latent potential.
anwhile, hidden in the shadows, the island master of Demon Saint Island seethed with shock and rage.
The birth of the Eight-Winged Goddess was a testant to her exceptional talent, rivaling even the most gifted individual of the Neal family.
Tonight, she must be eliminated!
The denizens of Demon Saint Island were formidable demons, bearing a deep-seated enmity toward humanity.
Thus, the Snow Demon Sword’s assault intensified, its power aid at shattering the Foreman family’s defensive formation.
Yet, this only provoked a greater response.
The surge of white light intensified, flooding into Eva’s being and ushering forth her eight wings.
Her presence, now as the eight-winged goddess, exuded both terror and nobility.
But the spectacle was not over.
Two additional wings erged from her back, bringing her total count to ten.
The Foreman family erupted with excitent.
Second Ancestor Septimus quivered. “Our lineage is on the brink of birthing a Ten-Winged Goddess. Congratulations to us all!”
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