The Strongest War God

Chapter 1431: Number One Heaven’s Favorite

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Four hundred years seemed like an eternity for Braydon Neal!

Meanwhile, in a cozy living room, the three soul slaves of the Hall of Souls convened, a holographic image of Braydon materializing before them as they observed his presence in the leisure area.

“Lord Bilal is urging His Highness to hasten his cultivation. Any thoughts on this?” Beckham Jovel inquired with a hint of concern.

“His Highness possesses a unique temperament; outwardly serene but inwardly reserved. Traditional methods might not suffice,” Issac Irwin murmured in a hushed tone.

Carlisle Jaynes shook his head in disagreement. “His aloofness is directed toward outsiders. From what I’ve gathered about the Neal family, His Highness holds those close to him in high regard. However, it’s true that his mind is incredibly inscrutable, making it challenging to motivate him through conventional means.”

Beckham rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

Ever since encountering Braydon, it was evident he was a man of few desires.

Even the allure of the Foreman’s goddess held no sway over him, and mundane treasures were but relics of the past in his eyes.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Issac proposed, “The Hall of Souls boasts an abundance of treasures. Why not dangle them as bait and observe His Highness’ reaction?”

“Let’s give it a try,” Beckham agreed, though he harbored doubts.

Given Braydon’s icy demeanor, he would only invest his energies in endeavors that piqued his interest.

In less than ten minutes, the shadow stone screen in the leisure area was wiped clean, replaced by official announcements from the Hall of Souls.

The first message appeared.

“Starting today, anyone achieving ten consecutive victories in the competition area will receive a reward!” announced the first message.

“A hundred wins in a row earns you a complete treasure set!” followed the second proclamation.

“The victor of 1,000 matches gains entry to the Myriad Path Heavenly Palace for seven days, along with a Soul Token!” the third message stated.

As the first message flashed across the screen, a hush fell over the leisure area, swiftly replaced by an explosion of excitement within the stadium.

The treasures promised by the Hall of Souls were of holy master caliber, including a holy master-level treasure set.

Such artifacts were exceedingly rare, perhaps even eluding the grasp of peak holy masters from the Spirit Sea’s super factions.

A complete treasure set was a coveted rarity indeed.

Braydon glanced up briefly before returning his attention to the window, nursing his wine in solitude.

His indifference was palpable.

Meanwhile, in the secret hall of the Hall of Souls, Beckham and the other two monitored Braydon’s reaction through the mirrored screen, met with disappointment as Braydon remained unfazed.

Undeterred, Beckham spoke up, “Carry on, Second Brother.”

“Understood,” Issac affirmed, proceeding to issue new directives.

A second message promptly appeared on the Shadow Stone screen in the leisure area:

“Commencing today, each level of the Hall of Souls will conduct a character assessment. Those who pass will lay claim to the most supreme treasure within that realm!”

The revelation sent shockwaves through the crowd. @@novelbin@@

Those familiar with the Hall of Souls knew of the legendary supreme treasure hidden within each of its 9,999 floors.

Despite millennia passing, only a handful had ever claimed them.

Yet, those who did ascended to become dominant forces within the Spirit Sea.

These ultimate treasures transcended ordinary riches; they were the stuff of legends.

Occasionally, such rarities surfaced in the Spirit Sea, like the Snow Demon Sword of Demon Saint Island, but such treasures had long been seized by the region’s major powers.

Still, the vast expanse of the Spirit Sea undoubtedly harbored untold treasures, though one’s fortune played a pivotal role in discovering them.

Every world within the Hall of Souls boasted its own supreme treasure, driving countless adventurers to explore its depths annually.

However, Braydon merely cast a cursory glance at the new information, showing little interest.

The three soul slaves felt a sense of hopelessness; Braydon’s icy demeanor seemed impenetrable, destined to remain aloof from others.

“Have you seen enough?” Braydon’s sudden question jolted them from their reverie.

The trio, stunned, realized they had been caught spying on Braydon—a testament to his uncanny perception.

Without missing a beat, Braydon drained his glass and rose gracefully.

“I’m done here,” he declared calmly. “The registration process seems rather sluggish.”

Instantly, Beckham dispatched someone to expedite the registration process personally for Braydon.

The administrative area’s five elusive deacons rarely intervened directly, making this gesture all the more remarkable.

However, today was an exception: all five deacons made a rare appearance in the administrative area, strolling toward the leisure section in unison, garnering attention from all present.

Their demeanor exuded a subtle aura of respect.

These five deacons were renowned experts; they wouldn’t emerge unless the matter at hand was of utmost importance.

As they reached a designated spot, the white-haired elder among them stepped forward, bowing respectfully before Braydon in full view of the onlookers.

“Hall of Souls Deacon Cormac Longoria greets Your Highness Neal!”

“Hall of Souls Deacon Halen Gallagher greets Your Highness Neal!”

The others chimed in, bowing in unison.

Braydon glanced toward Teddy Webb, who stood in the queue some distance away, surrounded by hundreds of others.

“Teddy, pass on my details to them,” he instructed calmly.

Teddy gulped nervously; even a simpleton could discern that Braydon’s status was far from ordinary.

Despite being a newcomer to the Hall of Souls, the need to register drew the attention of the five esteemed deacons—an honor not even bestowed upon disciples of the Spirit Sea’s ten great super forces.

With a trembling hand, Teddy handed over Braydon’s information.

Cormac accepted it, producing a black token—the Soul Token.

This token served as a lifeline; should one face certain death within the Hall of Souls, crushing it would trigger a teleportation back to safety.

Each person was entitled to only one token, but the Hall of Souls had declared that winning a thousand matches in the Arena would earn an additional token.

Yet, Braydon remained indifferent to the significance of the gesture.

If he acquired too many soul tokens, he’d become reliant on them, yielding no real benefits.

The five deacons proceeded with the registration, a mere formality.

“Your Highness,” Cormac addressed Braydon, “your information has been registered. Is there anything else you require?”

Braydon posed a crucial query, “My cultivation hasn’t reached the saint realm yet. Can I still enter the Hall of Souls’ worlds?”

The minimum prerequisite for accessing the hall’s various realms was saint realm attainment, a feat Braydon hadn’t achieved.

“Your Highness boasts the combat record and strength of a saint,” Halen interjected hastily. “You’re more than qualified to enter the 99 worlds of the saint realm.”

In a blink, Braydon vanished, wasting no time in selecting the first level.

A world entrance on this level catered to those within the saint realm; cultivators beyond this tier were barred entry.

With a shared glance, the five deacons followed suit, disappearing from sight.

Meanwhile, speculation ran rampant in the leisure area.

Who was Braydon?

Which faction wielded enough influence to garner such favor from the Hall of Souls?

In the competition area, a young man with a pronounced scar on his nose voiced his thoughts boldly, “Who else in the Spirit Sea could elicit such treatment from the Hall of Souls except the one who breached the thirteenth stage of the Ivory Tower?”

“He’s the Neal fmaily’s prodigy!”

“Indeed, he conquered the Ivory Tower’s thirteenth stage, earning the title of the Spirit Sea’s top prodigy in 10,000 years!”

“The Hall of Souls addressed him as Your Highness Neal. He must hail from the Neal family!”

“Some folks won’t be getting much sleep over this!”