Chapter 1426: The Appearance of the Attacker
Chapter 1426: The Appearance of the Attacker
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Furthermore, the dark space stretched endlessly, akin to the vast expanse of the universe.
It had no discernible boundaries, making it impossible for anyone to navigate back once they ventured too deep into it.
Braydon Neal, however, had devised a solution.
No matter how far he delved into the dark space, he was confident he could find his way back home.
Light emanated from his spiritual center as the black death banished immortal materialized.
“I’ll leave a banished immortal here in the Foreman family. With this connection, I’ll be able to return from even the deepest reaches of the dark space,” he declared.
Despite his confidence, no one supported his plan.
The dark space posed numerous perils—spatial turbulence, enigmatic spatial creatures, and more.
While encounters were rare, they spelled certain doom if faced.
“Have the banished immortals go instead,” Remington Neal suggested. “You should remain outside. If anything happens, you can summon the banished immortals again. It’s the safest approach.”
Kohen Neal and the others concurred, finding the strategy prudent.
However, Braydon hesitated.
Which banished immortal within him should he dispatch?
The primordial chaos banished immortal, stationed to guard his spiritual aperture, couldn’t act recklessly.
Which of the four banished immortals was the most suitable candidate for the task?
In the blink of an eye, a decision was made.
The white-robed martial arts banished immortal, addressing the green lotus banished immortal and the death banished immortal, said, “Third Brother, Fourth Brother, and I will venture forth.”
The green lotus banished immortal, skilled in the paths of time and space, and the death banished immortal readily agreed.
“Count me in,” the grim death banished immortal declared, eager to explore the depths of space and unlock the secrets of ultimate spatial power.
The journey into the dark space held promise for uncovering the elusive knowledge of the paths of time and space, widely regarded as the most challenging path of cultivation in the universe.
With a swift motion, the green lotus banished immortal shattered the space before him and vanished in an instant.
Following suit, the other two banished immortals entered without hesitation, their resolve unwavering.
Their mission, whether successful in finding Fontane Neal or not, would ease one of Braydon’s concerns.
Turning to Braydon, Septimus Foreman spoke. “Braydon, it’s safest for you to remain here in the Foreman family. The protective formation offers security for your cultivation.”
Kohen echoed the sentiment. “Our Neal family provides a secure haven as well.”
However, Galliard Foreman interjected, his tone grave. “Kohen, that old rascal from Demon Saint Island may still lurk in the depths of space. Returning now could lead to interception.”
Braydon’s safety remained paramount.
It was a rare opportunity!
Everyone on Demon Saint Island understood that allowing Braydon to thrive would inevitably exact a future toll in bloodshed.
The enmity between the two factions was irreconcilable.
Braydon remained composed, offering no input on the ongoing deliberations between the Foreman family and the Neal family.
Their arrangements were all transient in his eyes, for Braydon had his own martial journey to pursue.
Representatives from the Hall of Souls, Carlisle Jaynes and Issac Irwin, sought to extend their protection to Braydon.
Yet, Braydon had never relied on the shelter of others for his growth.
Meanwhile, as Kohen and Issac debated Braydon’s future, Carlisle and Issac joined in as well.
Braydon quietly returned to the secret room and sat cross-legged on the futon.
He ignored the disturbance outside and had nothing to do with him.
If he wanted to gain a foothold in the Spirit Sea, his current cultivation was clearly not enough!
Until now, he was still an emperor!
He needed to raise his cultivation level.
He entered the space of Star Tower to cultivate.
Outside, Kohen and Galliard argued for a long time. In the end, the decision was made by Carlisle and Issac.
The intervention came in the form of a decree from the Hall of Souls, delivered by Soul Slave No.1 Beckham Jovel.
Aware of Braydon’s trials in the Foreman family, Beckham conveyed the latest directive to Issac and Carlisle.
‘Escort Braydon to the Hall of Souls before nightfall. If danger arises, the blood sacrifice protocol will be enacted.’
In the expansive living room, Kohen and Galliard eyed the yellow scroll in Issac’s hand with a hint of skepticism.
Could this item truly withstand the Snow Demon Sword of Demon Saint Island?
Meanwhile, Carlisle entered Braydon’s secluded chamber and beheld the floating Star Tower.
Lifting it gently with his left hand, he reassured the others, “Rest assured, Braydon’s safety in the Hall of Souls is guaranteed. For ten millennia, none have breached its defenses.”
Kohen and Galliard nodded in accord.
The Hall of Souls boasted an impeccable safety record, unrivaled in the Spirit Sea.
Indeed, penetrating the Hall of Souls was no trivial feat; it remained one of the most enigmatic locations in the Spirit Sea.
However, Remington expressed concern about the Snow Demon Sword’s formidable might. “Can the decree withstand its lethal power?”
Amused, Carlisle and Issac exchanged glances.
After millennia within the Hall of Souls, they understood its capabilities better than anyone.
With the item provided for Braydon’s escort, they were confident it could surmount any obstacle in the Spirit Sea.
“Let’s proceed!”
Carlisle grasped the tower in his left hand, while Issac clutched the scroll as they departed from the Foreman family’s territory.
Kohen and the others, filled with worry, saw them off.
Three thousand miles away from the Foreman family, Carlisle and Issac refrained from teleporting as they sensed a trace of looming danger.
The old man from Demon Saint Island likely lurked in the depths of space, making them vulnerable to attacks if they teleported.
Suddenly, the clear sky split open, and a snow-white sword light, resembling the inverted Milky Way, descended vertically.
Carlisle cautiously stepped back, firmly clutching the Star Tower.
He understood its significance and couldn’t afford any mishaps.
While the Hall of Souls rarely assigned missions, a single mistake could result in the death of soul slaves, regardless of their strength.
Issac stepped forward, snorting disdainfully. “Hmph! In recent years, Demon Saint Island’s movements have been relentless. The peculiar activity in the 3,000 nurturing ponds outside indicates that the Dragon Corroding Liquid originated from Demon Saint Island!”
This revelation explained how the aborigines and spirit beasts of the 3,000 ruins acquired the corrosive green liquid, enabling them to breach the bronze doors.
The Hall of Souls had been aware of this situation from the start.
Simultaneously, a man with feminine features emerged from the spatial rift.
He appeared human but sported a snake tail behind him, which shook with seven colors.
His eyes were vertical, exuding a strong demonic aura.
Issac’s gaze brimmed with hostility.
“Seven-Colored Python Sparrow, you’ve certainly undergone some changes!”
The man with feminine features smiled warmly.
“Elders, you’ve spent quite some time in the Hall of Souls. Why so protective over the Neal family youngster? You must understand that our Demon Saint Island and the Hall of Souls have never crossed paths!”
Carlisle sneered. “Demon Saint Island has inherited the memories of many great demons in the Spirit Sea. They likely know the relationship between the two dominant races in the cosmos!”