Chapter 1410: The Dazzling Stars

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Cold Spear Richard Loomis?” Jairo Mobley exclaimed, his astonishment palpable.

In their era, numerous rogue cultivators dotted the landscape, but none shone as brightly as Richard Loomis.

His strength was truly formidable.

Just how formidable?

His icy spear had once bested Kohen Neal, its tip stained with the blood of super prodigies from various major factions.

When the spear vanished, many speculated it was wielded by a hidden genius from a renowned powerhouse who emerged for training before retreating back into obscurity within their family.

And indeed, that speculation proved true— the wielder was none other than Remington Neal!

“Does the Golden Dragon Pavilion dare to involve itself in this blood feud?” Remington leveled his spear at Jairo, his tone unwavering.

With the Neal family’s declaration of war, who would dare to answer the call?

Such a declaration by the super families equated to a full-scale clan conflict.

Jairo fell silent.

In that moment, Torrance Siegel interjected with cold resolve, “Neals and Siegels share common roots and ancestry. The enemy of the Neal family is the enemy of the Siegel family!”

“Attack!”

“Charge!” Hundreds of Siegel family members bellowed, their auras surging skyward.

Each one bore the heavenly path bloodline in their veins.

Divided yet equally formidable, the Neal family stood as two of the most fearsome entities in the Spirit Sea.

To be precise, it was divided into three, with Jordan Neal’s lineage directly giving birth to a super prodigy like Braydon Neal.

The union of the Neal and Siegel families came as no surprise.

“The enemy of the Neal family is the enemy of the Foreman family!” declared Lyon Foreman.

With the Neal family initiating the war, the Foreman family lent its support.

Lyon’s proclamation sent shockwaves through the gathered crowd.

Since when had the Neal and Foreman families forged such a strong alliance?

Jairo recoiled in horror.

He dared not entangle the Golden Dragon Pavilion in this affair.

The war between major factions was no trivial matter.

The surface of the sea descended into an eerie silence, save for the climactic battle between the two young men: Jaromir Neal and Stiles Stone.

Stiles unleashed ferocious attacks bolstered by his domain, while Jaromir activated his dual-pupils—eight eyes ablaze with intensity.

At his peak, Jaromir fought with unrestrained fervor.

Severin Stone’s shock and fury were palpable.

He had earlier claimed that Jaromir’s dual-pupils were impaired and unable to unleash the full power of the eight-eyed configuration.

When had Jaromir recovered?

Jaromir spoke softly, yet his words dripped with menace. “The dual-pupils were once hailed as an invincible path, a legendary force in the world. Do you comprehend their terror? Each pupil holds its own secrets, and with nine pupils comes nine layers of mysteries. This generation believed the birth of my elder brother, the nine-eyed dual-pupils, to be the pinnacle. Little did we anticipate Thirteen’s birth!

“You shall not witness the secrets of the ten-eyed dual-pupils in this lifetime. But today, I shall unveil the eighth secret— the culmination of the Neal family’s heavenly path bloodline and dual-pupils!”

Though his voice remained calm, Jaromir’s intent to kill resonated deeply.

“Hmph!” Stiles’s heart stirred with a foreboding sense, yet he scoffed dismissively. “You’re still so obstinate, despite being suppressed by me!”

“Dual-pupils, sword domain!” Jaromir’s response was laced with lethal intent as he activated his domain with his dual-pupils.

The revelation left everyone in awe.

Despite not yet reaching the eminent saint realm, Jaromir had already mastered a domain, solidifying his status as the Spirit Sea’s most formidable prodigy.

As Jaromir’s pupils shifted, a vast domain materialized before him: the sword domain, spanning ten miles.

Within this realm, the sheer might of his sword overshadowed even the forces of heaven and earth.

In comparison, Stiles’s domain seemed feeble and ineffectual.

“No, this can’t be…” Stiles’s horror was evident.

Swoosh!

A sword surged forth from within the sword path domain, cleaving through Stiles’ fire domain and impaling his chest.

With a single stroke, Stiles was vanquished.

Within Jaromir’s sword path domain, he stood no chance—demonstrating that a peak saint could indeed overcome an eminent saint cultivator.

“The Neal family’s dual-pupils truly live up to their renown,” remarked a rogue cultivator from outside, his voice tinged with fear.

“Jaromir is among the Neal family’s most formidable members. If not for the nine-eyed dual-pupils and Thirteen, he would likely be the family’s heir apparent,” another cultivator added.

Indeed, the youth of this generation within the Neal family proved to be exceptionally formidable, boasting several super prodigies.

One cultivator shook his head in amazement, remarking, “The most fearsome and enigmatic of them all is the Neal prodigy who breezed through the Ivory Tower’s thirteenth stage in one attempt. Surely, he harbors secrets far greater than the mere ten-eyed dual-pupils.”

“That’s right. Wolfhart Neal only reached the seventh stage, yet he effortlessly ascended to the thirteenth stage in one attempt. His chosen path must be truly formidable. It’s doubtful if any of his peers can match his strength!” The rogue practitioners exchanged whispers, unable to contain their amazement.

Meanwhile, high above the Spirit Sea, a fierce battle raged—a brutal confrontation among the four families.

Three factions united against one—the Neal family, the Foreman family, and the Siegel family, pitted against the Stone family in a bloody clash.

Amidst the chaos, Braydon refused to stand idly by, his veins coursing with Neal family blood.

As Jaromir unleashed the secret technique of his dual-pupils, Braydon gleaned a fleeting understanding.

The resonance between his bloodline and the dormant dual-pupils within him was unmistakable.

Adorned in a silver mask, Braydon plunged into the fray, facing off against Stone family members whose strength paled in comparison to his own.

Yet, he hesitated to unveil his ten-eyed dual-pupils—a revelation that would mark him as the Neal family’s preeminent genius.

Instead, he stood aloof, hands clasped behind his back, atop the Spirit Sea.

A Taiji Diagram materialized behind him, its yin and yang elements encased within the Eight Trigrams.

With each foe felled, Braydon’s aura surged, fluctuating with each kill.

As the hexagrams shifted, reaching a total of 1024, Braydon’s power reached a critical apex.

“A ten-thousandfold amplification in combat power?” A middle-aged man from the Seymour family, observing from the sidelines, wore a grave expression, his gaze fixed on the unfolding spectacle among the four Spirit Sea major families.

His name was Sigfrid Seymour, belonging to the same generation as Remington and his peers.

From his keen observation, he discerned that Braydon’s combat prowess had soared to a staggering ten-thousandfold increase.

His identity was unmistakable, evident to all.

Such a formidable surge in power could propel Braydon to easily navigate the Ivory Tower’s tenth stage.

Yet, the Ivory Tower, standing tall for millennia in the Spirit Sea, had only been ascended to its thirteenth stage by the Neal family’s prodigy.

Sigfrid grasped Braydon’s true identity, but wisely refrained from revealing his deduction.

He understood the recent fervor within the Neal family and sought to avoid provoking their ire.

It would bode ill for the Seymour family if they incurred the Neal family’s displeasure.

Hovering behind Braydon, the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Diagram spanned a colossal thousand meters in diameter, serving as a towering totem emitting a formidable pressure.

Having employed over a thousand techniques, Braydon promptly activated his domain—the sword path domain.

Though relatively small in size, covering no more than a hundred meters, it provided ample space for Braydon to unleash his full combat potential.

“What?!” Sigfrid’s eyes widened in shock. “The sword path domain is truly formidable!”

His words were followed by a surge of killing intent in his heart, swiftly suppressed before it could fully manifest.

Allowing such emotions to surface now would be inviting disaster.

Sigfrid understood that revealing his own killing intent at this juncture would be tantamount to suicide.

Sensing the danger, Lyon and Torrance, along with Remington, would undoubtedly intervene.

Despite the risk, Sigfrid harbored a fierce determination to eliminate Braydon.

He had resigned himself to the likelihood of not surviving this encounter.

Braydon, unfazed by any reservations, appeared to harbor an intrinsic animosity toward the Stone family—an influence, perhaps, of Thirteen’s lingering soul.

Yet, such details paled in significance.

For Braydon, the enemy of the Neal family was his enemy.

As Braydon’s green hairband snapped, his black locks billowed like a wrathful deity.

With a chilling cry, he declared, “2048 hexagrams!”

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