The Strongest War God

Chapter 1960: Overturning the Sea Chapter 1960: Overturning the Sea Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The 400 stellar realms needed them to hold down the fort, and the various armies required their commanders as well.

The commanders turned and left, returning to human headquarters through the super teleportation formation.

The sons of the Northern Army remained in the manor.

Luther Carden softly said, “With the Myriad Universe Tower’s help, one year outside equals ten thousand years inside.

The time flow is ten thousand times different.

It won’t be long before those people reach the peak realm.” “Where was Leron Schatzman last seen?” Braydon Neal asked again.

The last place Leron went missing was actually on Earth.

Braydon had no reason not to ask.

Luther was slightly taken aback.

“I always thought you were the one who arranged for Leron to fake his death and disappear, using it as an opportunity to mobilize humanity’s strongest to attack the demons.” “No!” Braydon shook his head.  Leron’s disappearance had nothing to do with him.

He had simply done what he believed a commander should do—using Leron’s disappearance as an excuse to stir up trouble for the various races.

Luther unfolded the map and pointed at the South Pole.

“The entrance to the 3,000 ruins?” Braydon glanced at the coordinates and frowned.

Whether it was Earth, the 3,000 ruins, or the Spirit Sea, none of those places should be able to trap a peak cultivator—much less cause one to fall—unless there was an undiscovered, shocking secret.

“The last place Leron was seen was at the South Pole,” Yuri Qualls softly explained.

“Let’s go take a look!” Braydon ascended into the sky.

Luther followed, and the two set off together, leaving the rest of the group behind in Preston.

The two brothers shrank the distance to an inch, and in the blink of an eye, they reached the South Pole.

The vast blue ocean stretched endlessly, and the South Pole was perpetually covered in snow, with a thick layer of ice on its surface.  Countless cultivators were flying in and out of the area.

The 3,000 ruins were a training ground for nurturing the prodigies of the human race.  It was now fully open, allowing people from a hundred countries to enter and train.

Braydon and Luther’s arrival went unnoticed.  As they returned to this old place, both couldn’t help but sigh.

“Back then, the disaster at the ruins shook the entire world,” Braydon said, his eyes flickering with memories.

Luther chuckled.

“The memories are still fresh in my mind.” Braydon sighed again as they walked forward, arriving at the entrance of the 14th ruin.  Groups of young cultivators moved freely in and out.

The calamity that once plagued the natives had long ended.  Only demon beasts remained inside, and no one dared approach the bronze door.

“What about Leron?” Braydon didn’t forget the main issue.

“Are you sure he entered the ruins?” “According to the information, he entered through the entrance to the 14th ruin but was lost after that,” Luther replied gravely.

If the news was true, dangers within the ruins could threaten even the peak.

Both Braydon and Luther knew they would face danger if they entered.

Braydon’s ancient soul had entered the Nine Illusion Sea and refused to return, making him lose a key trump card.

At that moment, Luther and Braydon stepped through the bronze door.

After a brief sensation of weightlessness, they passed through the spatial portal and found themselves in a large city.

The towering city could house a population of ten million.

“This is the place I set my sights on back then,” Braydon said with a smile as he entered.

“I remember it well,” Luther said faintly.

“On the day he decided, he slaughtered hundreds of thousands of elite natives.” As they conversed, they released their spiritual power, covering the entire ruins.  Neither mountains, rivers, birds, nor beasts could escape their detection.

If Leron had gone missing here, they would search inch by inch.

The commander of the Northern Army wanted to see him—alive or dead.

Luther seemed to have discovered something under the sweep of his spiritual power.  His eyes flashed with surprise, and he led the way.

The two of them stepped forward and in an instant, crossed tens of thousands of miles.

At the far northern edge of the ruins, near the black Spirit Sea, a massive charred pit lay before them.

At the bottom of the pit, a broken black sword could be seen— the Northern Army Sword, snapped in two.

The blade bore a serial number, and the word “Leron” was engraved on it.

“Leron’s sword,” Luther confirmed.

A regimental commander’s sword, broken.

Leron was definitely in danger.

Braydon gazed at the majestic Spirit Sea ahead.  Countless cultivators were treading on the waves, entering the sea to train.

He stood with his hands behind his back and called out coldly, “Cultivators, retreat from the Spirit Sea.” His voice was like thunder, sweeping across the entire region.

Many forces had occupied the core area of the Spirit Sea, and countless cultivators had gathered over the years.  Who would dare to cause such a commotion?

Who would order all cultivators to retreat?

How arrogant!

“Who disturbs the order of the Spirit Sea?” A black-robed expert shouted.

“Who?

The former king of the Spirit Sea has returned!” Luther raised his hand, unsheathing a cold black sword.

The sword’s aura spread in all directions, enveloping the entire Spirit Sea.

The black-robed expert looked up in fear.

“You have two hours.

Leave,” Braydon gave his final warning.

“Or face the consequences.” For a moment, the cultivators of the Spirit Sea scattered like locusts, retreating into the ruins.

However, two hours wasn’t enough for the factions occupying the core of the Spirit Sea to withdraw completely—after all, this was their home.

But Braydon didn’t care.

He only waited for two hours.

At the end of that time, Braydon stood tall, hands behind his back, his tone calm.

“In my name, I summon the waters of the four seas.

Rise!” “What?” The cultivators still retreating turned in shock, looking at the young man dressed in cotton standing with his hands behind his back.

Who was this?

Boom!

The waters of the Spirit Sea surged toward the sky.

The boundless sea rose, floating high above.  Countless demon beasts within were terrified as the sea bed became exposed to the world.

The spirit stones and crystal mines hidden beneath were revealed, along with countless corpses of both cultivators and demon beasts.

Everything was laid bare.

Braydon’s use of the Spirit Summoning Art was awe-inspiring and domineering.

He turned calmly and asked, “Have you found anything?” “I’m still searching,” Luther said, his senses covering half of the Spirit Sea, looking for any trace left by Leron.

After just a few moments, Luther’s eyes lit up.

“There!” he exclaimed.

“Let’s go!” Braydon replied, and they both flashed toward the location.

In the southernmost region of the Spirit Sea, at the bottom of a pit that spanned ten thousand miles, buried buildings could be seen.

In the center, a bright light glowed, surrounded by chaotic spatial energy.

It was a hidden spatial entrance, previously sealed, but someone had broken it, revealing the entrance.

Braydon and Luther exchanged glances and stepped in without hesitation.

Whoosh!

The weightlessness they experienced this time was far stronger than what they felt when entering the ruins.

It lasted for fifteen minutes.

Braydon and Luther lost contact.