Chapter 1432: A Supre 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 mbers 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 rely 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.
anwhile, 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 seed 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 teed 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.
So, 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 extre divine realm.
Their boldness stemd from their desire to explore the path of cultivation beyond the emperor realm, a journey fraught with peril yet rich with potential.
Once within the Spirit Sea’s depths, there was no turning back—the penalty for abandoning their quest would be death at the hands of the vigilant soul slaves, determined to prevent the dissemination of advanced techniques beyond the divine realm to the outside world.
If these advanced techniques were to be disseminated outside the Spirit Sea, how could the various powers in the Spirit Sea seek to enlist top-tier talents?
The 3,000 ruins were undeniably nurturing ponds for great talents.
With a lazy tone, Harvey Lay remarked, “We’re rely the vanguard. In six months, Luther and the rest will join us. But with the Spirit Sea being so vast, how do we locate Braydon?”
“To the Neal family,” ca a sudden proclamation from Skylar, his silver mask adding an air of mystery.
“The Neal family?” Hendrix Bailey queried skeptically.
“Yes, the Neal family in Preston boasts over a hundred super experts, all surpassing our strength. They’ve likely been dispatched by Braydon to safeguard Trevon and Judith. I’ve encountered so of them before,” Skylar explained, suggesting they head to the Neal family.
However, reaching the Neal family posed a challenge.
Despite being formidable experts in the outside world, their divine realm cultivation was inadequate for the Spirit Sea’s perils.
Maneuvering in the region surrounding the Spirit Sea was fraught with danger, with underwater spirit beasts posing constant threats.
Venturing into the core area risked encountering even deadlier foes, making survival uncertain.
Yet, not all activity in the Spirit Sea centered on its core.
The inner regions housed nurous factions and cultivators, providing ample opportunities for self-improvent.
After three months of exploration, the group had gained so insights into the Spirit Sea.
However, their interactions remained limited, preventing them from learning about Braydon.
Renowned as the Spirit Sea’s foremost prodigy since conquering the thirteenth stage of the Ivory Tower, Braydon was a household na, hailed as a mber of the Neal family.
anwhile, Braydon found himself embroiled in trouble within the Hall of Souls’ first level.
Each level of the Hall of Souls and every miniature world resembled the ruins of the outside world.
However, these realms proved even more treacherous than the 3,000 ruins.
While the ruins boasted mountains, rivers, and vegetation, the Hall of Souls revealed extres.
Upon entering, Braydon beheld a vast expanse of white stretching between heaven and earth—a world cloaked in ice and snow.
The ground lay sheathed in ice while heavy snow blanketed the sky, devoid of stars, sun, or moon.
Only an endless chill pervaded the air, with even the ager spiritual energy in this wintry realm appearing insufficient.
This scarcity ant that cultivators, once their energy reserves depleted, had no ans to replenish themselves from the surrounding environnt.
Hence, those entering the Hall of Souls typically brought along a supply of dicinal 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. Welco to the first level of the Hall of Souls, the Frost World. As of yet, the world’s supre treasure remains unclaid. 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 supre 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 ga 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 inforr.
Teddy didn’t mince words. “Let break it down for you. The supre 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 an 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 requirents for entry and control was glaringly absurd—a challenge for even the most adept cultivators.
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