The Strongest War God

Chapter 1273: What More Does He Seek?

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“If we lay a finger on his child, we’re asking for serious trouble!”

The man in green vehemently opposed the notion, fully aware of the formidable might of Kylo.

There were still a few ancient beings lurking there, biding their time!

In the icy depths of Kylo’s pond, even though the ancestor sealed in ice neared the end of his lifespan, his dormant power remained formidable.

Rayha Qhobela’s decision was clearly ill-advised.

Bringing Braydon Neal to the 16th Oracle Palace was already pushing the limits.

Any further action risked awakening the ire of numerous ancient entities.

Braydon’s eldest son, just a one-year-old, was already a pinnacle figure at birth.

Many venerable elders harbored secret covetousness for him, foreseeing his future prowess rivaling, if not surpassing, his father’s.

Should anything befall Braydon, his son would undoubtedly inherit his legacy, potentially becoming another prodigious figure like the Northern King.

In this precarious moment, Rayha hesitated.

Fear of Kylo weighed heavily on their minds, and the Heavenly Mountain’s influence loomed large.

As for Mount Sino, the prospect of the ancient Sword Immortal’s continued existence posed a significant threat.

His power was such that he could conceivably kill even the Great Divine Priest.

Rayha furrowed his brow.

“With the thousand-year deadline approaching and his lineage tracing back to the Divine Lord, if Braydon cannot be swayed to the Oracle Palace’s cause, he could become a hindrance in our ventures beyond our realm.”

“I know him. If we lay a hand on his child, the 16th Oracle Palace will pay dearly,” the man in green asserted.

Having spent considerable time within Braydon’s spiritual aperture, he possessed intimate knowledge of the man.

Braydon’s fate was intertwined with significant karma, affecting the overall situation.

Nearly all of Hansworth’s venerable figures stood in support of him, recognizing him as the pride of their nation—a status not to be trifled with.

If Braydon were to lose his sanity, he could invite more than just one or two ancestors.

The man in green cautioned in a hushed tone. “He’s the young master of Kylo. If he were to snap, the battle would surely rouse Kylo’s attention. Kylo has awaited such a prodigious young master for a millennium. They wouldn’t hesitate to invoke their greatest powers to protect him.”

“You and I owe much to Kylo from our youth, so we understand its formidable nature,” he added.

“If Kylo’s hidden forces awaken, decimating the 16th Oracle Palace wouldn’t pose much difficulty. The millennium is coming to an end, and the 3,000 Divine Emptiness Gates of the South Pole have nurtured 3,000 Oracle Palaces, each aligned with a great path. Why should the 16th Oracle Palace stick its neck out and risk being the first to suffer?”

The man in green sought both to persuade and to halt the proposed action.

He recognized that the karma surrounding Braydon couldn’t be underestimated by Rayha alone.

In the 1st ruin, upon Braydon’s arrival, the man discerned the brewing trouble and promptly dismissed him after exchanging a few curt pleasantries.

He preferred not to draw attention to himself.

Hansworth’s martial arts may have waned, but its legacy remained unparalleled.

Throughout its history, countless heroes had emerged, leaving behind legacies of protection for the nation.

A race, a country, a civilization.

In the thousands of years of history, so many great figures were born. Would it make sense to think that those great figures had not left behind any means to protect themselves?

The wisdom of these figures surpassed ordinary comprehension.

Their aspirations transcended personal gain. They did not merely want to protect a few people.

They were aiming instead to safeguard the entire race and ensure Hansworth’s prosperity for millennia.

Braydon too carried such conviction with him.

To protect Hansworth for thousands of years.

To bless their race for ten thousand years.

Eternal life!

In the Oracle Palace, Rayha furrowed her brow.

“We must explore all avenues. Xetsa, arrange it discreetly. Ensure no harm comes to the child. Bring him here safely.”

“Rayha!” The man in green’s expression soured at the directive.

Xetsa Yeza had no alternative but to reach out to the descendants of the gods in the outside world, seeking an opportunity to abduct Braydon’s child without causing harm.

Braydon, residing in the Oracle Palace, remained oblivious to these developments.

He would have never imagined that the Oracle Palace, the dominant force in the 16th ruin, would stoop so low as to target a one-year-old child.

Meanwhile, in Preston, Hansworth, at the Neal mansion, tranquility reigned.

On the serene lawn, a pair of twin siblings frolicked and tumbled like delicate porcelain dolls.

The brother, composed beyond his years, exuded a calm demeanor, while his sister, in her innocent curiosity, delighted in chasing butterflies with chubby little hands.

Accompanying the children were their kinfolk—Louis Neal and Laura Quinn, along with an elder gentleman, the matriarch of the Sage family.

Despite the passing years taking their toll, Madam Sage, sustained by potent spirit herbs, remained hale and hearty.

Heather Sage sat tenderly on the grass, keeping a watchful eye over her children.

Beside her, Harold Sage, adorned in a smart suit, gazed affectionately at his long-unseen sister, remarking softly, “You’ve visibly slimmed down in the two years you’ve been in the capital.”

“It’s nothing to worry about. My darlings, come greet your uncle,” Heather encouraged her children, prompting the one-year-olds.

The boy uttered a cheerful “Uncle!” in his endearing baby voice.

The toddler girl, undeterred by unfamiliar faces, tottered forward, unafraid.

Amidst laughter, Harold scooped up the two children, enveloping them in a warm embrace, brimming with affection.

“How has the family fared these past years?” Heather inquired gently.

“You needn’t fret. Grandma is well taken care of, and our business is thriving. None dare contest the Sage family’s enterprises, nor default on their payments,” Harold reassured, cradling the children lovingly.

Unbeknownst to him, the Sage family’s unchallenged dominance stemmed from the influence of Braydon and Heather.

One, the young Northern King, held sway over the northern territory, while his brothers wielded power across the world.

The other figure was Heather, renowned as the Hansworth’s daughter of civil arts.

No one dared to cross paths with the force behind the Sage family.

Across all 23 provinces, any financial magnate with even the slightest influence refrained from harboring ill intentions toward the Sage family in their business dealings.

The repercussions would be catastrophic.

Many businessmen eagerly sought collaborations with the Sages.

Their projects would generally proceed smoothly without a hitch, making them an attractive prospect.

No one dared to stir up trouble for them.

Consequently, the Sage family’s ascent seemed inevitable, with their influence growing by the day.

Should the Sage family decide to expand their reach into the capital, countless individuals would vie for their favor, seeking to align themselves with the city’s powerful families.

Consequently, the Neal and Sage families stood as the undisputed powerhouses of Preston.

None dared to incur their wrath.

“Is Braydon still occupied?” Harold inquired suddenly.

“Daddy hasn’t come to visit me either.”

At the mention of Braydon, the little girl nestled in Harold’s arms grew visibly distressed.

Tears welled up in her eyes, her tiny hands instinctively wiping them away.

Having never laid eyes on her father since birth, the child’s anguish tugged at Harold’s heartstrings.

Fueled by a hint of frustration, he exclaimed, “What could Braydon possibly be preoccupied with? With his influence, he could wield unparalleled power across Hansworth. What more does he seek?”