The Strongest War God

Chapter 1319: Two Conditions

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“If you want to master 3,000 ancient martial arts and be at the peak of each path’s cultivation, 1,000 years is not even enough,” Constantine Siegel remarked.

“If you want to reach the peak, you have to sever your worldly ties. You have to toil tirelessly for 1,000 years. The success rate is one in two hundred million.”

These were the words of Constantine.

If Braydon Neal desired success, his chances would be a mere one percent—less than one in a hundred million.

Both paths were exceedingly arduous, demanding endless time to sustain them.

In the future, Braydon might succumb to old age before reaching the peak.

Every martial arts prodigy harbored ambition, but Braydon’s ambition was terrifyingly immense, surpassing even that of Constantine and others.

With this warning, Braydon understood that Constantine emphasized the importance of time.

There were no ulterior motives, and even if there were, it was already too late.

Braydon and the two banished immortals were already on their chosen path—a path difficult to turn back from.

After Constantine’s departure, Gideon Zavala remained.

“Your teacher is reaching the end of his journey,” Gideon remarked softly. “He emerged from seclusion last month. You should pay him a visit when you have the opportunity.”

“Hmm, where is he from?” Braydon inquired of Constantine.

“The Siegel family of Spirit Sea,” Gideon stated bluntly. “His grandfather hailed from Hansworth and was the most formidable dual-pupiled individual since ancient times.”

“The dual-pupils have been inherited through the generations?”

Old Crane was taken aback.

The revelation that the dual-pupils were not hereditary but rather unique to each era stirred him.

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“The Spirit Sea is indeed formidable,” Gideon remarked calmly. “Even the 3,000 ruins are unaware of its existence, let alone the outside world.”

Constantine hailed from the Siegel family, where direct descendants were all dual-pupiled—a lineage entrenched in dual-pupil heritage.

Despite his knowledge, Braydon remained largely ignorant of the intricacies surrounding dual-pupiled individuals, recognizing them only as born saints with immense power.

Suddenly, Gideon recollected something.

“He obliterated the Donta Imperial City and aimed to erase the 16th ruin. I intervened to halt him.”

“What?” Braydon was taken aback by Constantine’s terrifying capabilities.

He had not anticipated such an astonishing revelation—Constantine single-handedly obliterating an entire ruin.

The enormity of his strength and realm left Braydon astounded.

Braydon glanced at Gideon.

“It’s because of you,” Gideon murmured softly. “Ever since your birth, he discovered you and implanted the seed of life within you. He ensured you were born with a flaw to mitigate envy from the heavens and prevent premature death.”

“How did he find me?” Braydon questioned, still trying to comprehend.

Old Crane chimed in, “In Hansworth, there are many gifted individuals capable of deciphering the secrets of fate. Some children bear an innate destiny that cannot be concealed. Though imperceptible to the ordinary, those adept in divination can unveil it.”

Braydon grasped the underlying intricacies.

Venerable Daoist priests could discern whether Braydon was dead or alive by interpreting the night sky.

Gideon’s departure was brief; he soon returned to Heavenly Mountain.

Braydon returned to Preston with his wife and children, leaving behind the desolation of the northern desert with its tens of thousands of new graves.

News of their arrival quickly spread far and wide.

Seven days later, the Northern King’s wedding was scheduled.

He was set to marry Heather Sage, the daughter of civil arts fate.

While this news shocked those outside their circle, for their own people, it was long overdue.

Their children were already two and a half years old, yet the wedding had been postponed until now.

Preparations spanned seven days.

During this time, Preston bustled with activity as countless dignitaries and martial artists arrived from across the country.

Representatives from Hansworth’s major entities and various martial art sects joined forces, while prominent figures from the capital and commissioners from all 23 provinces gathered.

Generals from the Military Department and other key figures from the country convened in Preston.

Additionally, delegates from surrounding nations arrived, bearing gifts to mark the occasion.

Despite the ongoing competition between Braydon and the surrounding countries, such events maintained a semblance of decorum.

Among the representatives sent by foreign nations were notable figures.

The Alpha Empire dispatched Divine General Haven Downing as their representative, while the Delta Empire sent Jaziel Sherman.

The representatives from the Zeta Empire, Lavon Faulkner, the Theta Empire’s Jovon Stanton, the Iota Empire’s Korbyn Jessen, the Kappa Empire’s Zyaire Tackett, the Lambda Empire’s Elston Jemison, as well as the Northern Army’s No. 8 hidden agent Martin Lovett, and others were all familiar faces.

As dawn broke, the Neal family manor was adorned with lanterns and streamers, attracting countless important figures.

Among them were the key members of the Northern Army, gathered at the manor.

Dominic Lowe, with a flushed face, moved around the manor nervously.

He noticed the gaze of the mischievous Northern Army youths occasionally directed at him.

Feeling uneasy, Dominic pulled Luke Yates aside.

“Luke, it’s the Northern King’s wedding today. Please, no more shenanigans from you lot, alright?”

Luke, munching on a cucumber, glanced at him nonchalantly.

“We have no reason to beat you up.”

Dominic’s expression darkened.

“Since when did people from the Northern Army need a reason to cause trouble?” he muttered under his breath.

Jonah Shaw intervened, striding over with an indifferent air.

“Don’t paint us with the same brush,” he remarked calmly.

Hendrix Bailey chimed in angrily, “I’ll knock you out with one punch one of these days!”

Frediano Jadanza intervened to defuse the tension. “Enough, let’s go greet the elders. Martial Emperor Teacher has just arrived. You guys should come and have a look.”

The sons of the Northern Army turned their gaze to where Braydon was accompanying Martial Emperor Yanagi and Old Devil Yanagi.

With so many guests present, Braydon had to greet each one individually.

Meanwhile, Dominic’s eyes lit up when he spotted Luther Carden.

He hurried over to her. “Lieutenant Commander Carden, how have you been?”

“Elder Lowe!” Luther greeted him warmly, holding his wine glass as he sat in the pavilion, wearing a light smile.

Dominic rubbed his hands nervously, feeling a bit awkward.

“I heard about the Northern Army’s conquest of the entire Zunde Royal Dynasty and the gains you made. Impressive…”

Luther remained composed. “Get to the point. What do you want?”

“I was wondering if you could support me with another batch of those small spirit stones you provided earlier. You know, the capital is also nurturing many young talents,” Dominic ventured.

Luther set forth his conditions firmly. “I have two conditions. Agreeing to either one means ten billion spirit stones.”

Luther had easy access to tens of billions of spirit stones.

If he wanted, he could mobilize trillions from the military warehouse, given his authority over elite military supplies.

Dominic’s excitement surged as if he had been injected with adrenaline.

“Just name it! I’ll do anything, even if I have to stick my neck out for you!”

20 billion spirit stones!

It was an astronomical sum, far beyond the worth of the entire capital in the outside world, where cultivation resources were scarce.

Softly, Luther continued, “The casualty lists of elite forces like the Northern Army, Sanguine Army, Gray Wolf Army, Phoenix Army, Groot Army and others have been submitted to the capital. These soldiers gave their lives for the country. Please ensure their families are well taken care of.”