The Strongest War God

Chapter 1952: Prosperous Era Begins Again Chapter 1952: Prosperous Era Begins Again Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “Father, does Mother have other plans for me to avoid you in this life?” Trevon Neal had always been intelligent, and his personality mirrored his father’s in many ways.

He had already noticed something.

Braydon Neal looked at his unwilling wife in the garden, then turned back and softly said, “If I succeed, I will suppress all generations.

This era will sweep across all races.

The chance to transcend will vanish, the peak path will become obscure, and the strong will be restrained.

Future generations will find cultivation difficult.

“In such an environment, many will feel hopeless.

“At that time, the races will need a beacon to light the way, to pierce through the darkness and restart the golden age of cultivation.

“That person is you.” … Braydon understood what his wife was planning.

He hadn’t shared this with his son, but Trevon had already figured it out, so there was no harm in telling him now.

Trevon was deep in thought.

Heather Sage’s clear eyes met his calmly.

“I told you to avoid this life because no one can challenge him in this life.

Those who are detached will encounter your father at every turn in the great competition.” “Can you defeat your father?” Heather, being his biological mother, did not hold back when testing her eldest son.

It wasn’t just Trevon—beings from ancient realms and across the universe would seek him out, one by one.

Who could challenge Braydon for dominance?

Could he even face anyone now?

Braydon’s battlefield lay outside the starry sky.

In places like the Nine Illusion Sea and Five Spirit Turtle City.

If Braydon were alone, unconcerned with race or the masses, he would leave a trail of ruin.

He had probably already transcended.

Braydon comforted his son.

“Trevon, your path may be incredibly hard.

It will be thousands of times more difficult than mine.

You need to be prepared.” “No matter how hard it is, I have to walk it.

I’m willing to become that beacon to light the way for all beings and dispel the endless darkness.” Trevon stood up firmly and said, “Father has broken through and suppressed all generations.

I will wield my sword and usher in another era of prosperity.

I will repay the debt that Father owes!” It was only natural for a son to repay his father’s debt.

Yet, it was Trevon who bore the burden.

The family continued chatting.

Braydon stood up, looking at his wife.

He offered, “I’ve been idle at home for a few days.

How about going for a walk?” “Alright!” Heather agreed, setting down the watering can.  She told Judith Neal, who was busy fishing, to stop playing and go to prepare for their outing.

Usually, she, their daughter, and Trevon lived in seclusion at the Neal Family Manor.

The Neal family manor in Preston was situated in a bustling city, yet it remained a restricted area.

The Neal family was regarded as untouchable.

No one dared to intrude.

A hundred black-armored cultivators patrolled the manor day and night, ensuring peace.

As Braydon and his family left the manor, a serene path surrounded by bamboo forests awaited.  The 3,000-acre area, enveloped by bamboo, concealed the manor at its core.  Without an aerial view, few could discern its location, maintaining its tranquility.

The family stepped into the bustling world outside.

In the heart of Preston, where every inch of land was valuable, spirit medicines and weapons lined the streets.

Martial arts thrived, and everyone practiced them.

The demand for spirit medicines was enormous.

Just as the family exited, a group of black-armored youths approached, black-gold swords at their waists.  They knelt on one knee.

“Tripp Iacano of the Preston Border Guards’ First Regiment greets Martial Emperor Neal!” After years away, Braydon had returned as a Martial Emperor.

With the respect due to the Martial Emperor, he could enter the capital’s palace and claim the throne.

Trevon glanced over and said indifferently, “You may leave.

I’ll be accompanying Father to look around.” “Yes, sir!” Tripp and the others retreated.

Braydon could sense that although they respected him, their true loyalty lay with Trevon.

Even though Trevon lived in seclusion at the Neal family manor, the leaders of the border guards across the twenty-three provinces had once served under him.

Even the capital’s palace wouldn’t dare disobey Trevon’s orders.

A new generation had risen; the era of the Northern Army had passed.

The family strolled through the streets.

Though the shops on both sides were open, the streets were unusually quiet.  Clean and empty, with few cultivators in sight.

“What happened?” Braydon frowned.

Why was such a bustling area devoid of people?

“Seems like someone cleared the area,” Trevon observed quietly.

As they left the manor, someone had secretly sealed off the street.

In other words, they had emptied the streets.

All cultivators from surrounding main streets had been ordered to remain indoors, under threat of punishment.

Braydon’s gaze shifted ahead.  A white-haired old man was pushing a cart, calling out, “Candied haws.

Sweet and sour candied haws…” “A path-returning realm cultivator reduced to a small vendor?

Has Preston grown so prosperous?” Even in the universe, path-returning cultivators wouldn’t fall so far.

There was a hint of disdain in Braydon’s tone.

He wasn’t so easily deceived.

A breeze stirred.

A white-robed figure, Yuri Qualls, appeared on the street.

“Brother, the surrounding six streets have been sealed off.

The Preston Border Guards likely did this to prevent any disturbances.” “Not necessarily!” “We might owe this to Trevon.” Braydon chuckled.

Their time had passed.

The one now dominating the world wasn’t Braydon, but Trevon.

Despite his youth, Trevon carried on his father’s legacy, guarding hundreds of nations and suppressing the palace for decades.

His power was immense.

So, everything happening today was likely because Trevon had ventured out.

“Let’s explore elsewhere.” Braydon glanced at the old candied haws vendor and vanished.

The old man paled, lowering his head without a word.

“What are you afraid of?” Trevon’s voice was cold as he passed by.

It sounded like a question.

The old man, struck by fear, immediately knelt, trembling, “I’m just following orders…” “Hmph!” Trevon’s face hardened.

What were the people of Preston worried about?

Perhaps they feared Trevon would discover something during his outing.

In Preston’s West District, Braydon observed the significant changes.  There were no industrial areas, only high-rise buildings and various shops.

The streets bustled with life.

Crowds of women, children, the elderly, and the young filled the streets.  Wealthy ladies in lavish attire, humble elderly folk sweeping the roads, and playful children ran through the alleys.

Braydon captured all kinds of life in his gaze.

He turned into a shop on the street.

Azure Dragon Shop.

Inside were shelves packed with a variety of spirit herbs.

“Senior,” the shop assistant greeted respectfully, “We sell all kinds of spirit herbs, path pills, and magic tools.

Whatever you need, we have it.”