The Strongest War God

Chapter 1317: The Shocked Old Crane

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Another individual with double pupils had emerged.

Furthermore, he resided within the Spirit Sea, unbeknownst to the world.

It was no surprise that Yasini Yengo appeared so frightened upon glimpsing the devilish youth’s eyes.

The dread associated with double pupils was documented in ancient texts.

“His aspirations surpass even yours,” Gideon Zavala remarked deliberately. “He has nurtured two banished immortals. One commands the 30,000 techniques of the human world, while the other oversees the 3,000 paths of the human world. His martial prowess likely rivals that of a divine.”

“He has encountered the most challenging paths known to man!”

The devilish youth appeared slightly taken aback.

He hadn’t anticipated Braydon Neal to opt for these particular paths.

Each path presented extraordinary difficulties to traverse.

Nevertheless, if he could overcome them, Braydon would ascend to unparalleled heights, becoming the preeminent figure throughout history.

The exchange between Gideon and the devilish youth was overheard by Yasini.

Naturally, he couldn’t simply let it pass.

The devilish young man stepped out of the Spirit Sea and descended upon the 16th ruin.

His mere presence caused distortions in space.

He stood alone, unrivaled in the world.

“He is still feeble. We must ensure his protection,” he murmured softly, sealing Yasini’s fate with those words.

Yasini’s complexion turned pallid.

Gideon stood before the youth, bowing slightly.

At this point, was Yasini not going to flee?

Whoosh!

In an instant, Yasini’s speed surged exponentially!

The velocity of a divine expert was truly fearsome.

Maintaining three kilometers per second seemed effortless.

Yet, regardless of Yasini’s swift movements, could he outpace the devilish youth?

Utilizing an ancient forbidden technique, shrinking the ground into an inch,

the devilish young man extended his hand as if grasping the sun and moon within his palm, and swiftly enveloped Yasini.

“No!”

Yasini harbored immense ambitions, aspiring to master the martial arts banished immortal and surpass the divine realm.

But now, his body lay reduced to ashes, his life extinguished on the spot.

The mighty Donta Imperial Dynasty vanished in an instant.

The Donta Imperial Dynasty ceased to exist.

This region collapsed into a thousand miles of void, transforming into a forbidden zone that even divine-level characters dared not enter.

The chaotic spatial energy dissuaded even the boldest of divine-level entities from approaching.

The 16th ruin, once home to the two strongest forces, now witnessed the annihilation of the Oracle Palace and the disappearance of the Donta Imperial Dynasty.

Even Braydon hadn’t anticipated this turn of events.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

It was evident that the terror wrought by a formidable expert far exceeded the might of any army.

A single individual had the power to dismantle an entire dynasty.

“You are venturing out of the Spirit Sea to see him?” Gideon inquired softly.

“What’s the harm in an encounter?”

The devilish youth and Gideon departed together,eager to find Braydon.

Braydon bore a profound karmic connection from birth, a presence that had trailed him throughout his life.

Even as he ventured into the outside world, he remained oblivious to its influence.

His awareness was limited to Gideon’s origins from Heavenly Mountain and his close ties to the Sovereign Lord.

Gideon served as a path protector.

The emergence of a path protector didn’t startle Braydon, as he had been under the watchful eyes of many guardians since childhood.

Bringing tens of thousands of corpses to the northern desert upon his arrival in the outside world, Braydon returned to his roots in Northern Hansworth, specifically the desert spanning over 8,000 miles—a region where he had matured and defended the northern border for over a decade.

It was a place where countless men had sacrificed their lives in defense of their homeland.

Upon his return to the northern desert, Braydon honored the fallen soldiers by burying them beneath Mount Bliz, forever accompanying their army commander.

Tens of thousands of fresh graves marked the resting places of these brave warriors, with all the Northern Army higher-ups present to pay their respects.

Every lieutenant commander had returned, including Heather Sage, who brought Braydon’s children to the Northern Army as requested.

Braydon’s eldest son, Trevon Neal, was destined to be the future king of the northern desert and the young master of the Northern Army, while Judith Neal, as the eldest daughter of the Northern Army, carried her own significant role.

Their paths were predetermined from the moment they were born, bound by the inexorable force of destiny.

Hence, it was deemed fitting for the two children to attend the funeral, symbolizing their connection to the lineage and the responsibilities they would one day inherit.

Although Trevon was young, it was time for him to understand the weight of the responsibility he bore from birth.

At the base of Mount Bliz, a gathering of black-armored elites assembled.

Flanking the formation, Braydon, adorned in the Cloud Treading Qilin robe, held the hand of a young boy as they led the procession.

Ten thousand black-armored elites lined each side, a formidable display.

Whoosh!

In unison, they knelt, plunging their swords into the earth, and with bowed heads, declared, “The Northern Army pays homage to the commander! The Northern Army pays respects to Young Master Trevon!”

Once more, they bowed, this time to the army commander, Braydon, and then to the young master, Trevon.

Braydon was the pillar of faith for the men of Northern Army, while the young master, Trevon, embodied the hopes of the region.

At just two and a half years old, Trevon’s innocent gaze betrayed a hint of uncertainty.

His mother had never divulged the details of his father’s character or deeds.

Consequently, Trevon remained ignorant of the significance of his lineage.

Braydon led the child to a freshly dug grave, that of Kayla Foust, who had fallen in battle and now lay at rest.

Amidst the sea of new graves, Braydon accepted a glass of wine from Frediano and murmured softly, “This toast is for Kayla.”

In solemn tribute, all present raised their glasses, honoring Kayla with the respect befitting a deputy commander of the Northern Army.

She commanded the respect of all.

Braydon lifted his glass once more, his voice carrying in a subdued tone, “To the fallen warriors of the Northern Army.”

The men of the Northern Army had pledged their unwavering allegiance to Braydon, and they had not faltered.

Braydon had proven himself worthy of their trust.

The funeral proceeded in solemn silence.

Trevon raised his gaze timidly. “Father, who are they?”

“They are all my brothers, your uncles,” Braydon explained gently. “Remember them as you grow. They have stood by me throughout their lives, serving our country loyally. They fought bravely to defend our borders. The heirs of the Northern Army must never forget them.”

Braydon inclined slightly, a gesture of reverence.

The commander paid his respects, and none of the men of the Northern Army dared to lift their heads, all bowing in reverence.

Trevon obediently followed his father’s lead, offering a deep bow.

Even at his tender age, the significance of this moment likely left an indelible mark on his young mind.

It was his first encounter with the Northern Army, established by his father, and it was to attend a funeral.

Heather stood at the rear of the gathering, holding her daughter’s hand, observing the father and son from a distance.

She understood Braydon’s intent in bringing their son to the funeral, allowing everyone to see Trevon.

He wanted his son, Trevon, to be remembered as the young master of the Northern Army.

The funeral proceedings remained simple yet deeply poignant.

Frediano Jadanza’s complexion still bore a hint of pallor.

Not long ago, he had sustained injuries at the hands of the quasi-divine Berko Yengo and had yet to fully recuperate.

“Trevon!” Frediano stooped down, gathering Trevon into his arms, his eyes brimming with affectionate adoration.

“Uncle Frediano!” Despite his slight unfamiliarity, Trevon affectionately addressed him as uncle.

Frediano gently ruffled the boy’s hair and embraced Trevon, unwilling to part with the child.

Meanwhile, from the northern expanse of the desert, several notable figures made their descent.

Gideon and the devilish youth strolled through the desert, engaged in conversation about Braydon.

Yet, one individual arrived ahead of the rest.

It was Old Crane from Kylo!

Perched atop his white crane, Old Crane gracefully descended into the camp.

Trevon and Judith caught sight of the majestic bird and darted over joyfully.

“Whoa!” Old Crane exclaimed in astonishment at the sight of the two children.