The Strongest War God

Chapter 1303: If He Knows, They Will Definitely Have a Falling Out

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The bronze door under the Neal family’s control would be used by the Oracle Palace.

It was a proposition swiftly rejected by Graham Neal.

“No one dares to entertain such a condition,” he declared solemnly. “Fully opening the bronze door and releasing the aborigines would not only invite infamy lasting for millennia, but also spell disaster leading to national extinction.”

“What about the descendants of martial artists in the outside world?”

Sorrell Neal interjected directly.

Just recently, descendants of gods had entered Preston to abduct Braydon Neal’s two children.

The means by which these individuals accessed the outside world must surely involve the bronze door.

“For years, the South Pole’s prominent figures have been probing into this matter,” explained Lowell Neal.

“Through covert investigation?” Braydon’s interest was piqued.

These influential figures were not to be trifled with; they possessed foresight and influence on the South Pole Island, yet they also had their own limitations.

While they might harbor individual agendas, they were hesitant to overstep certain boundaries, knowing that crossing that red line would mean making enemies of martial artists worldwide, leading to not only their own demise but also bringing infamy upon their descendants and calamity upon their nation.

Hence, it was unlikely that any prominent figure would stoop to such depths.

Nevertheless, there were indeed descendants of gods who had entered the outside world through the bronze door.

“The 72 bronze doors currently open on the South Pole Island are under the control of various influential figures,” continued Lowell. “Yet, with millions of martial artists passing through these doors daily, even meticulous scrutiny cannot guarantee that mistakes aren’t made.”

“An aboriginal martial artist masquerading as an outside practitioner to gain access through the bronze door?”

Braydon grasped the gravity of the situation at last.

Lowell nodded slowly, admitting that over the years, the various large bronze doors had apprehended up to 10,000 aboriginal martial artists and martial arts experts.

These individuals had disguised themselves as outside martial artists, attempting to pass through the bronze door to access the outside world.

Employing a variety of methods, they proved exceedingly difficult to detect.

Given that martial artists from the South Pole Island could freely traverse the bronze door, any attempt to restrict their passage would undermine the door’s purpose, which was to enable access for martial artists seeking spirit herbs and other resources.

However, the Oracle Palace within the various ruins exploited the door’s opening, dispatching individuals disguised as friendlies in an effort to infiltrate the outside world.

Graham sighed deeply.

“A hundred years ago, when the bronze door first opened, some aborigines feigned friendliness, approaching us and gaining entry to the outside world.”

“How many people managed to leave?”

Braydon’s eyes widened in alarm.

He understood the perilous implications of the bronze door’s inaugural opening and the unsuspected treachery of the aborigines.

Ignorant of their true intentions, the individuals who opened the door suffered significant losses.

Lowell provided a blunt response. “At the time, I estimated tens of thousands.”

A somber silence descended upon the room.

The dispersal of tens of thousands of individuals across the world presented a daunting challenge, akin to locating a needle in a haystack.

Any lapse in vigilance regarding the bronze door could spell catastrophic consequences.

Graham continued, “Fortunately, the Fifth Divine Palace intervened, eliminating most of the aborigines and issuing a killing order. Should they dare to release the aborigines again, they would exterminate all martial artists from the South Pole Island.”

Unbeknownst to Braydon, both his father, Louis Neal, and his fourth uncle, Liam Neal, held positions as elders within the Fifth Divine Palace.

The enigmatic Fifth Divine Palace remained concealed within Hansworth, entrusted with the task of tracking down aborigines who had breached the confines of the outside world.

Their intervention had effectively curtailed the activities of these aborigines.

Graham elaborated. “There were a few more incidents afterward. One occurred eighty-six years ago, resembling the initial opening of the bronze door. A significant number of aboriginal martial artists broke free.

“The dynasty supporting these martial artists resorted to offering rare and precious herbs, including millennium-old herbs, as bribes to the bronze door guards. In a single night, over 70,000 aborigines escaped, among them descendants of gods.”

Graham recounted the history of the South Pole Island.

The prolonged closure of the bronze door had rendered the island ill-prepared for such events.

Each time the door unexpectedly reopened, losses ensued.

Fortunately, the Fifth Divine Palace covertly intervened, turning the tide on multiple occasions from the shadows.

With each incident involving the bronze door, aborigines emerged, met by the expertise of the Fifth Divine Palace.

Thankfully, the issuance of a thousand-year imperial decree deterred both the Oracle Palace and the aborigines from dispatching any emperor-level figures or allowing them passage through the bronze door.

This decree, enforced by the Seventh Sovereign Lord, exuded an aura akin to devilish might, suppressing the 3,000 ruins for a millennium.

Braydon sat in the central room, absorbing his grandfather and second uncle’s narratives quietly.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Braydon departed from the South Pole, trailed by his faithful companion, the little fool.

The latter shadowed Braydon like a loyal follower, reminiscent of their childhood days.

Observing Braydon’s departure, Graham and the others understood that it was time for him to return home after years of absence, especially now that he had children waiting.

In the Neal residence pavilion, the old man continued to leisurely feed the fish, a tranquil scene amid the tumultuous tales shared earlier.

“Father, if Braydon discovers we’ve been deceiving him, he might hold it against us in the future,” expressed Lowell, standing behind him with a troubled tone.

“Even if he becomes estranged, he still bears the Neal family name. Our blood runs through his veins. This is his destiny, unchangeable,” responded Graham, his demeanor shifting from one of affection to one of authority.

Graham’s countenance no longer exuded warmth.

Instead, a commanding presence emanated from him, akin to a ruler of the South Pole.

Over a decade ago, Graham had been an ordinary resident of Preston until the arrival of Beckett Neal, who orchestrated the relocation of the Neal family descendants to the South Pole Island.

Since then, Graham had ascended to the emperor realm, despite recently attaining this status, he still held the title of emperor.

His transformation over the years had elevated his strength and expanded his knowledge and ambitions exponentially.

As a human, Graham was subject to the desires inherent to humanity.

No longer the doting grandfather from Braydon’s childhood memories, he now stood as a formidable figure with aspirations beyond mere familial love.

Turning on his heel, Graham continued, “We haven’t lied to Braydon. We’ve merely withheld certain truths. Some matters are not meant to be disclosed at present.”

“I understand,” conceded Lowell, a tinge of guilt reflecting in his eyes.

What were they concealing?

Nearby, a young man cloaked in black approached, his countenance frigid and devoid of emotion.

It was Sorrell, his aura suppressed to such an extent that even aborigines would struggle to discern his identity in the ancient city.