THE STRONGEST WAR GOD

Chapter 1548: The Man in the Painting, the Bright Lord

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

At that moment, the Present Life Stone faced the same fate as the Rebirth Stone.

“No more questions.” Braydon Neal smiled. “But I want to see this life.”

“What?” The Present Life Stone was shocked and enraged.

It roared, “Don’t push me! If it comes to it, we’ll perish together. Even in death, I’ll obliterate your cultivation in this life!”

Braydon remained calm.

If the Present Life Stone possessed such capabilities, it would have acted long ago.

There was no reason for it to threaten Braydon now.

With a swift movement, Braydon appeared right in front of the stone.

The entire stone slowly turned white.

Braydon’s birth!

Braydon stood still, his consciousness already immersed within the Present Life Stone.

The world inside the Present Life Stone was none other than Preston.

In the Neal family manor there, his parents were young.

As for Braydon, he blinked his eyes as if he had returned to the moment of his birth.

In the swaddling cloth, Braydon listened to his parents’ conversation.

“When Braydon is born, he will be the eldest son of the third generation of the Neal family!” his father, Louis Neal, declared proudly.

“I only wish Braydon a good life,” Laura Quinn said tenderly, her face filled with affection.

Liam Neal stayed by their side.

Scenes from his childhood unfolded once again.

Braydon felt a familiar sensation.

This was his life.

As a young child, Braydon was adorable, his clear eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

He learned to walk while babbling.

Until one New Year’s Eve when he was three years old, something happened.

Snow covered the world!

Braydon had gone to bed early, but two uninvited guests had barged into the Neal family manor!

The Spirit Sea’s Wolfhart Neal and Constantine Siegel had arrived!

The two of them carried a wisp of soul which entered the sleeping Braydon’s body.

Then, they silently retreated.

That night, Braydon’s body was enveloped in white light.

A remnant soul entered his body and was immediately suppressed into its deepest recesses, as if it had never existed.

Deep in slumber, Braydon remained oblivious to the subtle intrusion that had caused his childhood memories to fade overnight.

The Neal family harbored no suspicions; after all, Braydon was only three years old—a time when memory retention was still developing.

How could they expect him to recall anything?

Like any ordinary child, Braydon began to experience his childhood anew.

He relived the shocking events at the Neal family on a rainy night when he was seven years old, and he recalled the subsequent escape during another rainy night.

Braydon felt no strong emotions; his parents and family were still alive.

They had used the incident as a catalyst to leave the human world and seek refuge on South Pole Island.

After fleeing that rainy night, Braydon journeyed the northern desert to find his second uncle, Lior Neal.

It was there that he also encountered his teacher, Finley Yanagi, and the girl who would profoundly influence his life, Sadie Dudley.

The thirteen years spent in the northern desert replayed vividly in his mind once more.

When Braydon descended from Mount Bliz and headed toward Preston…

On the peak of Mount Bliz, Braydon looked back at Sadie with a gentle smile. “I’ll be back soon, Sadie!”

“Reviving an old dream, you’re quite adept at feigning ignorance,” Sadie, dressed in white, replied with a gentle smile.

“Sadie, you…” Braydon was momentarily speechless.

“Little one, where do you think this path leads?” Sadie stood quietly on the peak of Mount Bliz, her smile faint. “Your cultivation is deep. You can perceive the origins of the heavenly path and the karmic threads that bind all things. You can seek fortune and avoid calamity. The karma of things will affect you, and in an instant, you can comprehend the past and present.”

Braydon’s cultivation hadn’t reached this level, so he couldn’t grasp this sensation fully.

However, he understood that once his cultivation reached a certain stage, he would vaguely sense the threads of karma entwined around his being.

Before Braydon left Mount Bliz, Sadie had mentioned that in the vast universe, there were supreme beings capable of cutting off their past selves within the river of time—a notion that chilled him to the core.

If one severed their past self, their current existence would cease to be—a terrifying prospect indeed.

Yet, such a feat was not easily achieved.

Manipulating the order of the universe to alter one’s timeline was a perilous endeavor, not for the faint-hearted.

The river of time was an abyss not easily crossed; even those with the qualifications faced daunting odds.

Of those who attempted, nine out of ten would find their peak cultivation washed away by the river’s relentless current.

Therefore, very few dared tread such treacherous paths.

Braydon’s consciousness dwelled within the Present Life Stone, reliving the first half of his life until he ventured into the endless void and arrived at the black palace.

What followed next were the events of his current life.

The Present Life Stone trembled violently and pleaded in fear, “My Lord, your karma is astonishing. Even if I crumble and meet the same fate as the Rebirth Stone, I cannot foresee what will unfold for you in the next decade. Please spare my existence!”

The Present Life Stone was on the verge of tears.

It had not been an easy journey for it to attain consciousness, only to face the prospect of being destroyed.

“I can refrain from proceeding, but tell me how to depart from this place,” Braydon responded calmly.

“If you could enter safely, you will surely depart safely as well. However, the opportune moment has not yet arrived,” the Present Life Stone continued. “For someone to enter unscathed, they must have had a close association with Master in their previous life. Otherwise, I cannot fathom anyone evading the defenses of the golden horn azure dragon or the lethal formations within the hall.”

Though the golden horn azure dragon had long perished, its residual instincts deterred intruders.

Moreover, the lethal array set within the Bright Lord Manor remained intact.

Braydon probably had a connection with the Bright Lord.

If they really were connected, then he would not be a stranger in this place.

A small broken tower emerged from Braydon’s body, obtained from the ruins and carried ever since.

It now found its use.

“Ordinary storage won’t suffice for this Present Life Stone, but the small tower can!” Braydon took the Present Life Stone and proceeded forward, encountering a nine-meter-tall stone standing upright.

Next Life Stone!

Braydon chuckled instantly. “Rebirth Stone, Present Life Stone, Next Life Stone. You three are quite the trio!”

The Rebirth Stone remained silent, feigning ignorance.

“No response?” Braydon smiled faintly, amused by its act.

Without waiting for a reply, he moved closer.

“My Lord, spare my life!” The Rebirth Stone’s voice pleaded.

“Choose then: live or die!” Braydon held the small tower in his hand, giving the Rebirth Stone a choice.

Predictably, the Rebirth Stone opted for survival and was swiftly stored in the small tower.

With the stones dealt with, Braydon meticulously examined the entire hall.

He had an uneasy feeling that someone might be watching him, but he couldn’t pinpoint the source.

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