The Strongest War God

Chapter 1480: Breaking Ten Thousand Miles with a Fist

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the end, Braydon Neal decided to share some information.

While the Spirit Sea was perilous, it paled in comparison to the dangers of the space battlefield.

In that realm, only one in ten returned alive.

But Braydon had no alternative.

The space battlefield was too close to Earth.

If he abstained from the conflict, he’d effectively surrender the fate of Earth and the lives of billions to the Milky Way Empire.

While he hoped the empire could withstand the onslaught, failure would surely spell disaster.

With his sense of responsibility, Braydon couldn’t entrust the fate of Hansworth to an outsider.

This time, Braydon aimed to visit the old leaders and pay homage to Mount Kylo, Mount Sino, and Heavenly Mountain.

Despite the weighty concerns, Sorrell Neal chose to accompany his brother into the Neal residence.

Inside, Old Master Graham Neal and Lowell Neal greeted them warmly. “Braydon!”

Graham exclaimed with joy. “Grandpa! Uncle Lowell!”

Braydon responded warmly as they entered.

“Please, have a seat,” Graham gestured, and they all settled down.

The Neal family had prepared a feast in anticipation of Braydon’s return, making the mansion feel alive with celebration.

However, Sorrell, the black-armored youth, remained silent and aloof, his expression unyielding.

His main concern was whether Graham had conspired with the aborigines of the ruins.

None of the 72 magnates were without blemish, and a thorough investigation would likely condemn them all to death.

Yet, Braydon had refrained from probing deeply into the matter, effectively letting it slide.

But not everyone was willing to overlook it, especially Sorrell.

“Braydon, have you gleaned anything from your time in the Spirit Sea?” Graham inquired gently.

“In the Spirit Sea, the ten thousand families are divided into the outer, inner, and core regions,” Braydon disclosed openly, omitting only details about the realm beyond the cosmos, fearing it might cause trouble if revealed prematurely.

Including the Spirit Sea Neal family and the Spirit Sea’s origins.

“Has your cultivation reached the peak of the saint realm?” Lowell inquired.

“I can ascend to the eminent saint realm in a short span,” Braydon affirmed, downplaying his ability to defeat holy masters at the saint realm.

It was nothing to brag about.

“Braydon, I want to enter the Spirit Sea!” Jayven Neal exclaimed excitedly.

“Entering the Spirit Sea with your current cultivation is akin to walking into a death trap,” he cautioned Jayven.

“Didn’t you hear what your big brother said?” Lowell chided sternly. “There are countless divine realm demon beasts in the outer region of the Spirit Sea, saint realm creatures in the inner area, and even holy master realm beasts in the core area. It’s incredibly perilous.”

Braydon had no intention of taking Jayven to the Spirit Sea.

It wasn’t feasible to bring all the Neal family’s youngsters into such a dangerous environment.

Some had to remain behind to carry on the family line.

In this generation, Braydon was the eldest son, followed by Skylar Neal, Ginny Neal, Sapphire Neal, Jayven, and Sorrell.

That made at least six people.

Skylar was already in the Spirit Sea, and Braydon intended to bring Sorrell.

With three Neal men already in the Spirit Sea, one had to stay behind at the residence.

Though Braydon had never set foot in the space battlefield, he could imagine its brutality.

It was a relentless slaughterhouse where strength was paramount.

Backgrounds were meaningless; only power mattered.

Those with illustrious lineages became prime targets for the demons, seen as trophies.

After spending half a day catching up with his relatives, Braydon soared into the sky, his left fist punching out like a dragon.

With a single blow, he ruptured the fabric of space, creating a passage spanning tens of thousands of miles, leading straight to the capital.

As Braydon approached, the bustling capital city glowed with light.

The south gate of the capital stood wide open, adorned with a red carpet, while countless dignitaries awaited Braydon’s return.

Outside the door stood a serene white-robed woman with flowing hair and a regal demeanor.

Beside her stood a pair of children who bore a striking resemblance to each other.

They were twins, around three to five years old.

The little girl, like a delicate porcelain doll, held her mother’s hand and spoke with a hint of sadness, “Mommy, why isn’t Daddy back yet? I have been waiting for him all afternoon!”

“Judith, be patient. Daddy will return soon,” Heather Sage reassured her daughter before turning her gaze to her eldest son.

Trevon Neal, though small in stature, exuded a mature and composed air as he stood quietly with his hands behind his back.

Heather couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You’re just like your father. So young, yet you have the demeanor of an elder statesman.”

“How much longer until Father returns?” Trevon finally inquired, his admiration for his father evident.

Although Heather rarely spoke about her husband, others did.

Trevon’s teacher, Dominic Lowe, often regaled the children with tales of Braydon’s exploits, painting a vivid picture of his legendary journey from youth to the present day.

Despite his young age, Trevon understood the magnitude of his father’s greatness.

“This time, Daddy will be back for an extended period. He’ll have plenty of time to spend with you two.” Heather assured them gently.

“I don’t believe you. You always say that, but Daddy never stays long,” Judith Neal protested, her disappointment evident.

Since birth, she had only seen her father on a few occasions.

In the little girl’s mind, her father was always occupied with important matters.

The memory that stood out the most was when he vented his anger at Mount Kylo, resulting in many casualties.

Yet, the little girl wasn’t afraid of her father, Braydon.

She understood that his fury stemmed from the mistreatment of her brother, Trevon, by the people of Kylo.

Beside her, Dominic suggested, “Shall I escort the young ones back? The Northern King has returned from the Spirit Sea. He needs to pass through the ruins and then make his way from the South Pole Island.”

“He’s already en route,” Heather replied, her gaze fixed on the shifting sky.

Suddenly, a ten-meter-tall pitch-black door materialized, revealing a spatial passageway.

Out stepped Braydon, garbed in white.

“Daddy!” Judith’s eyes welled with tears.

Breaking free from her mother’s grasp, she disregarded her earlier instructions and flew into the air, arms outstretched to embrace her father.

Meanwhile, Trevon’s longing gaze betrayed his desire to rush into his father’s arms like his younger sister.

But he remembered his mother’s directive—when their father returned, they were to conduct themselves with the decorum befitting officials of the capital.

They couldn’t cause a scene.

Observing Judith leap into his arms, Braydon embraced her tenderly.

He noticed his daughter burying her face in his chest, secretly wiping away her tears.

“Judith, were you especially naughty when Daddy wasn’t around?” he inquired gently.

“No, I’ve been very well-behaved!” Judith replied indignantly, lifting her head defiantly.