The Strongest War God

Chapter 1422: Nurturing the Strong, Not the Weak
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Is the prominent figure from the cosmos the one who established the Spirit Sea?” Karl Foreman’s astonishment was evident in his voice.

“Yes, indeed,” Beckham Jovel replied without hesitation.

This revelation served as a shield for Braydon Neal, making it clear to all present that a significant figure from the cosmos had come specifically for him.

Any faction considering making a move against Braydon would have to carefully weigh the consequences and whether they were prepared to face the repercussions.

The thought of these powerful figures traveling for years only to find Braydon deceased upon arrival sent a shiver down everyone’s spine.

The potential consequences of such an outcome were unimaginable.

The room fell into an eerie silence.

Beckham then communicated directly with Braydon, “Those formidable figures have come specifically for Your Highness. According to the information I’ve gathered within the Hall of Souls over the years, they intend to whisk you away from this nurturing ground and transport you to the vast expanse of the cosmos. I cannot fathom the brilliance of the cosmos, but I advise Your Highness to bolster your strength as much as possible before departure.”

Beckham’s counsel was invaluable to Braydon, offering a path to forge a powerful alliance in the cosmos.

Braydon recognized the wisdom in his words, acknowledging the genuine concern of the three soul slaves before him.

Their advice could not be dismissed lightly.

While Braydon felt drawn to the treasures within the Hall of Souls, he wasn’t about to rush in impulsively.

He understood that venturing into the Hall of Souls carried grave risks—if he were to perish within its depths, any regrets would be futile.

Moreover, the prospect of becoming a soul slave was no laughing matter.

He couldn’t help but wonder: if the trials within the Hall of Souls were as straightforward as they seemed, why were there so many soul slaves?

Issac Irwin seemed to sense Braydon’s apprehension.

“Given your talent,” he reassured, “you’re unlikely to become a soul slave even if you face danger in the Hall of Souls.”

Carlisle Jaynes chimed in to support this claim.

“Indeed,” he affirmed, “the Hall of Souls has revealed that geniuses above the Moon Corona Level won’t become soul slaves even if they shatter a wooden token.”

Braydon processed this information, realizing that above the Moon Corona Level lay the Solar Corona Level.

A genius at the Solar Corona Level should not be wasted away as a soul slave.

Beckham offered further insight.

“Entrants to the Hall of Souls receive only one chance to obtain a wooden token in their lifetime,” he explained. “In essence, if you explore the various worlds within, escaping danger is essential. Otherwise…”

Without a token, death was inevitable.

Braydon understood the rationale behind this system.

“The Hall of Souls recognizes that true life-and-death situations stimulate a cultivator’s potential,” he remarked. “If one is unfortunate or insufficiently strong, they may meet their end. There’s no one to blame.”

Giving out tokens freely would foster dependence, leading entrants to believe they could venture fearlessly into any world.

But true growth came from confronting genuine peril, not from relying on tokens for a safety net.

If that were the case, they didn’t need to establish a Hall of Souls; simply distributing treasures for people to take home would only cultivate a generation of weak people—completely ineffective!

The trials of life and death, however, toughened one’s spirit, honed one’s path, unleashed one’s potential, and steeled one’s killing intent!

In Hansworth, martial artists with battlefield experience, who had emerged from the crucible of war, were in a league of their own compared to ordinary practitioners!

A military martial artist could easily outmatch ten regular ones of the same level—the contrast was stark.

“I’ll report back to the family about my safety first, then I’ll pay a visit to the Hall of Souls,” Braydon stated, casting a glance at Beckham.

“I’ll have them stay behind to accompany you,” Beckham suggested, gesturing to Issac and Carlisle.

With them at his side, Braydon could proceed with confidence, especially considering potential threats from factions like Demon Saint Island.

Understanding the value of time, Braydon agreed readily.

The Foreman family suggested they stay for the night before departing the next day.

As night descended, the second ancestor of the Foreman family appeared, battered and bloodied, indicating he’d likely attempted to aid Fontane Neal—a risky endeavor.

Instantly, everyone was on edge, knowing the dangers involved.

Braydon understood the gravity of the situation—the second ancestor had ventured into danger to assist Fontane.

Why had he returned so battered and bruised?

What had happened to Fontane?

Braydon followed Galliard Foreman to a meeting hall of the Foreman family, wearing a grave expression.

Issac and Carlisle also seemed to sense that something was amiss.

“Your Highness, be cautious. I sense a hint of demonic energy,” Carlisle sent a mental message to Braydon, urging him to remain vigilant.

The Foreman family’s second ancestor emanated a strong demonic aura, suggesting that the attacker was likely from Demon Saint Island.

Demon Saint Island again!

Issac exerted a formidable pressure, enveloping the area, making it impossible for anyone to remain unperturbed.

He gazed into the depths of space and declared, “Demon Saint Island holds no sway in the Spirit Sea. If they wish to engage in conflict, the Hall of Souls will meet them head-on!”

It was clear that there were pursuers.

They lurked in the shadows, feeling intimidated by the gathered forces.

Issac and Carlisle, backed by the formidable might of the Hall of Souls, radiated an aura that instilled fear.

This was a significant location for the Foreman family.

Would the elder from Demon Saint Island dare to launch an attack?

As the night descended, Carlisle spoke in a hushed tone, “Your Highness, we cannot linger here. Tomorrow morning, we’ll escort you back to the Neal family. Once the formalities are concluded, we’ll proceed to the Hall of Souls. You’ll be completely secure there!”

“For ten thousand years, no one has dared to breach the Hall of Souls.” Issac spoke with confidence.

“Family Head Galliard, what happened to that senior?” Braydon inquired, furrowing his brow as he turned to Galliard.

“Demon Saint Island dispatched several island masters and two elderly individuals. They possess strength comparable to our second ancestor, but their weaponry is exceptionally formidable. They gravely wounded the second ancestor and cast Senior Fontane into the boundless void of darkness,” Galliard explained in a hushed tone.

Had it not been for Demon Saint Island’s focused assault on Fontane, the Foreman family’s second ancestor might not have escaped.

This revelation implied that Fontane’s survival was doubtful.

The news devastated Kohen Neal and Remington Neal, leaving them visibly shaken.

The loss of Third Ancestor Fontane dealt a significant blow to the Neal family.

He was their guardian, their stalwart protector.

With such a formidable figure fallen, the elder from Demon Saint Island could launch an assault on the Neal family’s stronghold at any moment, using overwhelming force to eliminate Braydon.

Thus, Carlisle and Issac sought to escort Braydon back to the Neal family, resolving any pending matters before venturing into the Hall of Souls.

No expert born within the Spirit Sea could breach the Hall of Souls.

Its peculiarities were beyond the comprehension of outsiders.