Chapter 1367: Chapter 1367: The Little Girl's Speciality

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

If that were the case, the Northern Army would secure boundless resources for the future.

Alas, what could they do about it?

The Northern Army was after all the Northern King’s home.

If Braydon Neal chose to be ruthless, he could easily seal off the 3,000 ruins, allowing entry only to Hansworth disciples.

Yet, such a move would cut off the martial artists of the hundred countries from their means of survival.

However, he couldn’t risk such an affront.

Such a decision would incur the wrath of martial artists worldwide, resulting in relentless attacks on the Northern Army.

After an entire afternoon of deliberation, the Global Martial Artist Alliance reached a consensus: they agreed to Braydon’s conditions.

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News of this decision quickly reached Preston, where Braydon awaited updates in the Bright Hall.

Upon receiving Dominic Lowe’s report, Braydon set aside his meal, his inquiry calm yet focused. “Which bronze doors have suffered the most damage?”

Dominic’s response was grave. “Nearly 90% of the 8th, 11th, and 40th doors have been destroyed.”

The situation appeared dire.

The impending opening of these three doors loomed ominously.

Yet, Braydon’s demeanor shifted, his face brightening with anticipation before he vanished from sight, accompanied by Heather Sage.

In the Star Tower, a fair-skinned small figure radiated unparalleled vitality, each movement exuding the prowess of a divine.

His very blood seemed to command respect.

Trevon Neal had succeeded.

Through cultivation of the Undying Snake Technique, he shed his old self, birthing a new identity.

Trevon slipped into the clothes prepared earlier and called out obediently, “Daddy, Mommy, Uncle Artifact Spirit!”

“I’ve condensed a divine pill!” he announced.

Braydon was taken aback.

Trevon’s transformation had propelled her directly into the divine realm.

His tiny frame now produced true essence and formed a divine pill—all thanks to the artifact spirit’s influence.

The artifact spirit expressed satisfaction.

“Trevon didn’t inherit the green lotus bloodline but instead possesses the awakened heavenly path bloodline. It has transformed into true essence, creating a divine pill. Through cultivation of the Undying Snake Technique, he has grasped the two chains of order: the path of life and the path of death!”

These were profoundly powerful paths.

Cultivating the Undying Snake Technique allowed one to delve into the mysteries of death and rebirth.

At only three years old, Trevon had inherited her father’s remarkable talent, surpassing him in reaching the divine realm.

Above the divine pill lay the two chains of order: black symbolizing death, green representing new life—the essence of the life and death paths.

“You have reached the divine realm at three years of age, far surpassing my own achievements!” Braydon remarked with a smile.

“Trevon’s inheritance of your talent and bloodline, coupled with cultivation of the Undying Snake Technique and the restoration of his heavenly path bloodline, ensures rapid strength growth before adulthood,” the artifact spirit concluded, casting a meaningful glance at Braydon, hinting at the depth of secrets still concealed within him.

Braydon carried a weighty karmic burden, his heavenly path bloodline yet to awaken.

Despite the artifact spirit’s capability to forcibly trigger Braydon’s bloodline, such intervention seemed unnecessary.

Bloodline cultivators typically experienced awakening naturally when the opportune moment arrived, with forced activation risking harm.

Trevon’s original form disintegrated into ash, dissipating on the spot as Braydon escorted mother and son out of Star Tower.

Upon their emergence, ominous black tribulation clouds loomed overhead, heralding the divine tribulation.

Nine bolts of thunder struck Trevon, leaving him charred yet miraculously unharmed.

Perplexed by the heavenly assault, Braydon grappled with the inexplicable phenomenon—the unavoidable divine tribulation.

Only Dominic, wide-eyed and stunned, exchanged a bewildered glance with Trevon, now a three-year-old divine.

Amidst the astonishment, Braydon declared, “Tomorrow morning, we depart for South Pole Island.”

Having spent the day nurturing Trevon’s cultivation of the Undying Snake Technique, celebration seemed fitting for his accomplishments.

Meanwhile, Judith Neal, not to be overlooked, expressed her discontent.

“Trevon has become a divine, Daddy. I want to become one too.”

Turning to the artifact spirit for insight, Braydon inquired about Judith’s situation, seeking clarity amidst the flurry of events.

Trevon and Judith were twins, both precious children of Braydon.

With the heavenly path bloodline flowing in their veins, it seemed inconceivable for one to outshine the other.

Yet, from an early age, Trevon displayed remarkable talent, while her three-year-old sister remained ordinary.

Moreover, being part of the prestigious Neal family, Judith’s biological lineage should have ensured her exceptional potential.

However, the artifact spirit clarified the situation: Judith’s green lotus bloodline had suppressed her heavenly path bloodline, mirroring Braydon’s own predicament.

To unlock Judith’s full potential, the green lotus bloodline needed awakening and the associated restriction lifted.

Nonetheless, the artifact spirit hinted that Judith’s heavenly path bloodline might not match Trevon’s due to her mother’s less prominent lineage.

The disparity in talent between the siblings was evident.

As Judith’s mother, Heather’s modest talent contributed to her daughter’s lesser potential.

“I’ll protect my sister from now on!” declared Trevon earnestly.

“As her brother, it’s your duty to ensure her safety. You can’t let anyone bully her,” Braydon affirmed, gently patting his son’s head.

Trevon nodded solemnly, committed to upholding his father’s directive.

Meanwhile, Dominic, muttering to himself, relayed the situation to Martial Emperor Yanagi and others, leaving even the Martial Emperor astonished at the revelation of Trevon’s attainment of the divine realm.

With two divine realm experts in Braydon’s family, the night descended upon the manor in an unusually tranquil manner, akin to a haven amidst the city’s hustle and bustle, its surrounding perimeter tightly secured under martial law.

The Northern Army’s hidden agents lurked in the shadows, their influence pervasive.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Following the 16th ruin’s ordeal, survivors from the Northern Army reached the pinnacle of their abilities, with some even ascending to the emperor realm.

If not for the ruin’s catastrophe, the Northern Army would have reigned supreme atop the world’s hierarchy, its dominance unassailable.

Yet, Braydon harbored no ambition for world conquest; his sole aim was safeguarding Hansworth’s billion-strong populace.

While outsiders might vilify Braydon as the Demon King, none of the Hansworth disciples dared disrespect him.

Braydon was a man of the people, who, in his youth, openly challenged aristocratic families, enforced stringent martial art examinations, subdued neighboring nations, and fortified the borders.

Today’s Hansworth populace flourished like dragons, fulfilling the ancestral dreams of prosperity.

The following morning, as Braydon gazed at Heather sleeping peacefully, a pang of longing gripped him.

However, duty beckoned, signaling his departure.

“Take good care of Trevon and Judith. Visit Grandma when you can,” he whispered to Heather, mindful not to disturb her slumber.

Heather, feigning sleep, battled the ache of separation, unwilling to bid Braydon farewell.

Meanwhile, their children slept soundly nearby.

Braydon departed silently, met at the manor’s entrance by the patiently waiting Dominic.

“Northern King, it’s time,” Dominic said respectfully, his demeanor distant.

Braydon’s soft reply held authority. “Remain at the manor. South Pole Island is perilous; even emperors struggle to safeguard themselves. Enjoy your twilight years in peace.”

With Braydon’s directive, none dared make things difficult for Dominic.