Chapter 1365: Chapter 1365: The Foolish Trevon

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

No matter what, he knew he had to embark on a journey to the Spirit Sea.

“I’ll be awaiting your return!” Darian Sinclair flashed a smile.

The Thirteenth Master, who had already made a name for himself in the heart of the Spirit Sea, would inevitably venture into its depths.

Within the core regions of the Spirit Sea, where geniuses clashed and vied for supremacy, once one entered, there was no turning back until they surpassed the divine realm.

Bound by the laws of the Spirit Sea, one had to strive for transcendence or break free from its constraints.

Even a remarkable figure like the Thirteenth Master in the past had met his end, having slain 70% of the 3,000 guardians of order within the Spirit Sea.

This underscored the perilous nature of the Spirit Sea and the consequences of challenging its rules.

Braydon Neal and his family returned to Preston, the ancient capital that had stood tall through eight dynasties.

In their ancestral manor, Heather Sage stood firm in the Bright Hall, guarding their son.

She gazed at Braydon with determination and expressed her dissent, “I don’t agree with Trevon practicing the Undying Snake Technique. I’d rather he lead an ordinary life.”

“I want Trevon to make his own choice,” Braydon replied, his gaze shifting toward his son.

He didn’t want to impose his will and risk Trevon Neal regretting it later in life.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

As a mother, Heather naturally wanted to shield Trevon from harm, and Braydon understood her perspective.

However, as Trevon’s father, he hoped he would choose to learn the Undying Serpent Technique.

After all, Trevon was the eldest son of King Braydon.

The young master of the Northern Army!

Since the day he was born, Trevon carried the weight of countless expectations.

The idea of Trevon being anything less than capable was inconceivable.

If Trevon were to falter, there would be no heir to the throne, akin to a void in the Northern Army’s succession.

Such an outcome was simply unacceptable to everyone.

Braydon had come a long way to reach where he was today, but many things were already beyond his control.

“Mommy, I don’t want to be weak. I want to be like Daddy when I grow up!”

Trevon looked up at her mother with earnestness.

“Trevon, why are you being foolish?!” Heather’s eyes welled with tears.

Trevon and Judith Neal were still so young, unaware of the hardships their father, Braydon, had endured since his youth.

Forced to shoulder the responsibilities of the Northern Army from a tender age, he had faced the rigors of war, stationed in desert stretching eight thousand miles, combating the eight nations of the northern territory.

The burden he carried and the trials he faced were immense.

Outsiders might remain oblivious, but Heather was all too aware.

And now, seeing Trevon express the desire to follow in her father’s footsteps, akin to King Braydon’s path, stirred a deep ache within Heather’s heart.

This path was fraught with peril, where the slightest misstep could lead to irreversible consequences.

Despite her reluctance, Heather ultimately relented, agreeing to Trevon’s wish to cultivate the Undying Snake Technique.

Trevon was welcomed into Star Tower, embarking on a journey fraught with challenges.

Braydon naturally felt the need to personally safeguard his son.

Before entering the tower, he reassured, “The artifact spirit and I will ensure Trevon’s safety. If anything arises during this time, we’ll address it upon my return.”

Heather naturally understood.

Given the gravity of Trevon’s situation, she wouldn’t allow outsiders to intervene.

Besides, the Neal family manor was a fortress of security.

With Braydon established as the world’s strongest, there was no question of safety.

After all, he had defied death itself.

Who in their right mind would dare to threaten Heather and Judith?

Inside Star Tower, Braydon addressed Trevon with a gentle tone. “Trevon, once you embark on cultivating the Undying Snake Technique, there’s no turning back. Are you truly prepared?”

“Daddy, as long as you’re here, I’m not afraid,” responded Trevon, determination gleaming in his innocent eyes.

“Let’s get started,” declared the artifact spirit solemnly.

“Then let’s begin. Trevon will embark on cultivating the Undying Snake Technique, shedding his old self to birth anew. He’ll forge a fresh foundation, reviving the heavenly path bloodline to establish the strongest base,” proclaimed Braydon, his eyes ablaze with determination.

With a surge of mental power, Braydon facilitated Trevon’s initiation into the Undying Snake Technique.

As the cultivation technique took hold, Trevon experienced excruciating pain coursing through his body, draining his strength.

He curled up on the ground, every cell in his body channeling its vitality back to his abdomen, where his life force concentrated and condensed.

This was the Undying Snake Technique—an ordeal that brought one to the brink of death, only to be reborn anew.

The artifact spirit continued infusing Trevon’s body with an array of supreme treasures.

Among them was a rare green essence gifted by Fredrich Truitt, surpassing even divine-level quality.

As the energy surged into Trevon’s body, he seemed to absorb it like a sponge, a crucial step in sustaining the transformative process.

The Undying Snake Technique demanded a relentless supply of rare treasures to fuel the metamorphosis—a slow and arduous journey.

Within the confines of Star Tower, time flowed differently, with each day inside equating to ten outside.

Over the span of ten months within, Trevon absorbed a myriad of precious substances, each contributing to his ongoing evolution.

As the months passed, Trevon’s body underwent profound changes.

Once limber, it now lay rigid, save for the radiant glow emanating from his abdomen—a testament to the life burgeoning within.

Having navigated the initial stages of transformation, Trevon was now left to chart the remainder of his journey alone.

Throughout this period, the watchful gaze of the artifact spirit and Braydon’s unwavering vigilance enveloped Trevon, ready to intervene at the slightest sign of trouble.

Meanwhile, the Neal family manor bustled with activity, as dignitaries from far and wide paid visits, bearing witness to the unfolding events within.

There was a singular reason behind it all.

On the South Pole Island, the relentless assault on the bronze doors continued unabated.

It seemed only a matter of time before aboriginal divine-level figures would emerge, and when that day came, who would be able to stand in their way?

In every corner of the world, there was talk of one figure—the current King Braydon, who had quelled the 16th ruin single-handedly.

Thirty-four divine-level opponents fell to his might within those ruins.

Rumor had it that not long ago, he even ventured into Kylo Ruins, facing off against its first master and emerging unscathed.

Such awe-inspiring combat prowess was reminiscent of the Seventh Sovereign Lord.

Martial artists across the globe pinned their hopes on Braydon to step forward and shift the balance of power.

However, Braydon remained within the confines of his manor in Preston, a full month passing without his appearance.

Despite Martial Emperor Yanagi, Finley Yanagi, and others paying visits during this time, Braydon did not emerge.

Amidst the uncertainty, Martial Emperor Yanagi found solace in the fact that Braydon’s presence in the country served as a deterrent.

Any aboriginal divine-level figure daring enough to cross over would meet swift retribution at Braydon’s hands.

The Northern King’s decree, broadcasted to the world, made it clear that foreign martial artists breaching the border would face ruthless consequences.

Inquiring about Braydon’s absence, Dominic Lowe sought reassurance from Heather within the manor.

“He’s attending to important matters,” Heather explained. “Rest assured, if the aborigines of the ruins pose a threat, he won’t hesitate to defend our borders. It’s his duty, having inherited the Great Hansworth Seal, to safeguard us all.”