The Strongest War God

Chapter 1360: Welcome the Invincible Myth

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“He’s treading the path of the human emperor, wielding the emperor’s might within the realms of common folk. If he ascends to the divine realm, he’ll rival the very founders of Kylo!”

“Let’s put an end to this skirmish. Seven, you shall investigate the matter and ensure justice prevails. How does that sound?”

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Amidst the spirit mist, ripples of mental power cascaded outward, echoing the sentiments of the elders.

Mental prowess came from thousands of mystic ice, their collective wisdom discerning Braydon Neal’s unparalleled combat prowess—a force that surpassed even the most seasoned of extreme divines, perhaps by a magnitude of ten or more.

As the elders contemplated, a golden sunrise graced the eastern horizon, heralding the arrival of a formidable figure from the Spirit Sea.

“Fredrich Truitt of the Spirit Sea pays a visit to Kylo!”

His proclamation resounded throughout the ruins, underscoring the significance of his presence.

Yet, even as his voice echoed, a menacing black dragon materialized in the eastern skies.

“Constantine Siegel of the Spirit Sea pays a visit to Kylo!”

The announcement reverberated, signaling the arrival of two influential figures from the depths of the Spirit Sea.

While the South Pole boasted 3,000 ruins interconnecting its domains, Kylo Ruins stood as a realm unto itself—a world of ruins without serial numbers to delineate its boundaries.

There was only one name that resounded through the land: Kylo Ruins.

Though connected to the Spirit Sea, it stood apart.

While Constantine and his cohorts were bound by the Spirit Sea’s rules, the boundaries of the 3,000 ruins were off-limits to denizens of the Spirit Sea.

Yet, Kylo Ruins existed beyond these constraints.

As the two made their entrance, Kylo Ruins was thrown into disarray.

The arrival of the black dragon, shrouded in mist and exuding boundless power, descended directly upon the ancestral land.

Meanwhile, the golden sun, embodied in the form of a colossal golden crow, emanated scorching heat, desiccating all in its path.

Perched upon the majestic bird was a stoic figure in black attire—Fredrich from Spirit Sea’s Ruin Island.

His presence was matched by the renowned Constantine, a figure of undefeated legend.

Why were they here?

Old Crane stole a glance at the Sky Splitting Wings on Braydon’s back.

The treasure belonged to Constantine.

Back then, in order to fight for this treasure, Constantine had relied on his own strength to kill 21 divine-level experts with a single palm strike, forcefully taking this item away.

“Welcome,” greeted the current Master of Kylo, Lino Whipple, his expression shifting slightly as he took the initiative to receive them. “It’s an honor to welcome the Master of Ruin Island and the legendary Constantine. Please forgive the oversight.”

Fredrich and Constantine paid no heed to Lino’s words.

In the skies above, the black dragon and the golden crow engaged in silent communication, evidently familiar with each other.

The confrontation ceased as the two entities ceased their hostilities.

They used to engage in fierce battles.

“Why is your master here too?” muttered the black dragon.

“What do you think?” rolled the eyes of the golden crow.

The two formidable creatures communicated telepathically, avoiding verbal communication out of caution.

Though both understood the reason for their masters’ presence, neither dared to verbalize it.

The incident involving the Spirit Sea remained a forbidden topic.

At that moment, the two eminent figures from Spirit sea arrived.

Constantine approached and spoke softly, “Braydon, we meet again!”

“Thirteen!” the black-robed youth exclaimed, exuding an extraordinary aura that defied scrutiny.

Approaching Braydon like an elder brother, he continued, “I heard you’ve wiped out everyone in Kylo Ruins, so Nine and I came here.”

“Greet your third brother!” Constantine interjected, reminding Braydon.

Observing the two, Braydon couldn’t recall any past encounters.

However, the black dragon and the golden crow widened their eyes, exchanging knowing glances that betrayed their fear.

Telepathically, they communicated, “It’s him!”

The revelation left the two giants momentarily stunned.

“Is it really Thirteenth Master?” the black dragon pondered, appearing bewildered.

The golden crow, with lingering apprehension, recounted, “When Thirteenth Master perished, First Master and Second Master scoured the Spirit Sea in search of answers. Ultimately, Ninth Master and Master collaborated to preserve a fragment of Thirteenth Master’s soul. The outcome remains unknown.”

Their interaction suggested a profound connection between Braydon, Spirit Sea, Constantine, and the others.

Braydon’s lack of memories before the age of three indicated something significant had transpired.

Furrowing his brow deeply, Braydon exhibited clear resistance toward matters beyond his control.

“It’s alright,” Fredrich said nonchalantly. “I’ll provide you with a detailed account of our past later. Five deduced from celestial signs that you entered Kylo Ruins, and he expressed concern for Trevon’s precarious condition.”

“Fifth Brother may be a half-immortal, but unreliable as he is, he wouldn’t deceive us about this,” remarked Constantine.

Braydon’s child, Trevon, had always been known to Constantine and the others.

With that said, Fredrich flipped his hand and produced a ball of green energy.

Despite its size, the energy was incredibly pure, pulsating with boundless vitality.

The aura it emitted even surpassed that of a divine plant demon.

“This is the essence of a mystical item that surpasses the divine realm. Giving it to Trevon should aid in his healing,” Fredrich explained.

The items Fredrich presented were enough to drive a divine-level character to covetous madness.

It was an essence surpassing even divine-level rarity.

Constantine added, “Take it. Third Brother retrieved this specifically before coming here.”

The fact that Fredrich had taken the effort to retrieve it underscored its significance.

It implied that Fredrich had vanquished an entity surpassing the divine level and claimed its essence.

The forbidden zone of the Spirit Sea was indeed formidable.

Recognizing Trevon’s needs, Braydon accepted the gift gratefully.

“Thank you,” he expressed his gratitude.

Fredrich chuckled heartily. “It’s been years. Thirteen’s thanks are more than enough.”

With a serious expression, Constantine inquired, “Is Trevon’s danger linked to this place?”

Braydon carried Trevon out of Star Tower.

Constantine and Fredrich did not seem surprised.

While Star Tower was undoubtedly a true treasure capable of storing living beings and storage equipment, the two seemed unconcerned about such matters.

As Trevon was held in Braydon’s arms, he turned her head and blinked, addressing them, “Uncle Constantine! Uncle Fredrich!”

Braydon was surprised by Trevon’s way of addressing them, indicating that the two had likely interacted with Trevon secretly when he wasn’t around.

Observing Trevon’s condition, Constantine could immediately discern the situation.

His fury was palpable at the realization that Trevon’s heavenly path bloodline had been extracted.

Understanding the events that transpired in Kylo Ruins, there was no need for elaborate explanations.

Constantine’s intuition provided ample insight into the matter.

Embracing Trevon, Fredrich expressed both love and anger.

“Anyone who dares to harm my nephew in Kylo Ruins, a holy land with a heritage spanning thousands of years, courts death!”

Constantine echoed this sentiment, declaring, “Henceforth, those who venture from Kylo Ruins into the Spirit Sea shall find no return!”

This declaration stunned both the inhabitants of Kylo and those beyond its borders.

While external martial artists were unaware of many of the Spirit Sea’s secrets, the people of Kylo Ruins were privy to the depths of its mysteries.