Chapter 1802 The Ambition of the Father
Chapter 1802: The Ambition of the Father Chapter 1802: The Ambition of the Father Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “Continue,” Luther Carden instructed, not offering praise, but his eyes shone with satisfaction. The Northern Army had a worthy successor!
Trevon Neal, not one to be humble, continued confidently, “Besides the eight chiefs who represent the descendants of the eight lineages, our human race has other powerful forces—like Taarank Briones’s Virtual Spirit Association, Cabel Callison’s Cosmos Battle Arena, Atreus Burnett’s Cosmos Bank, and Heston Naser’s Cosmos Alchemist Society, among others.
“There are many factions, each commanding a large number of top figures.
These top figures indirectly control major stellar realms, and the leaders of these stellar realms are all top disciples.
“The two sides have been at odds for a long time, and the eight lineage masters are gradually losing their grip over Cabel Callison and the others!
“Over the years, with the arrival of you and the others, the balance of power within the human race has been disrupted.
I’ve also heard whispers that Cabel Callison, Atreus Burnett, and the rest were once your subordinates, Dad.” Despite being here for only a few years, Trevon had an intricate understanding of the human race’s internal affairs. His words weren’t exaggerated.
“What would you do if you became the leader of the human race in the future?” Braydon Neal asked directly.
“If I become the leader of the human race, I’ll cripple all eight lineages!” Trevon declared with the authority of a true leader.
No one was surprised by his boldness.
Luther smiled faintly.
“If the chiefs heard that, they’d probably faint from anger.
After all those years of effort, they’d be driven to their graves.” “I’ve been aware of their intentions from the start,” Trevon said calmly.
“But Dad, with no one to protect you in the competition zone and my sister to look after, I had to show some respect to the chiefs.” Even without Braydon, Trevon knew he could rise quickly and claim his place in the vast universe. After all, there was no weakling in the Neal family!
“Trevon, Judith!” Skylar Neal called from the entrance of the small courtyard.
“Uncle Skylar!” Judith immediately went over.
Sorrell Neal and Jayven Neal, both clad in black armor, had arrived. They were cousins of Braydon.
“Uncle Sorrell, Uncle Jayven!” Trevon turned and greeted them warmly.
“Trevon has really grown up, Braydon.
We don’t need to worry so much anymore,” Sorrell remarked, having arrived earlier and overheard everything Trevon had said.
“Trevon,” Colton Jansky suddenly interrupted, hands in his pockets.
“Earlier, you mentioned that if you were the leader of the human race, you wouldn’t tolerate the disciples of the eight lineages.
Why is that?” “The eight lineages have held power for far too long,” Trevon responded, his dissatisfaction with the hereditary system clear.
“Our people have been at the peak for too long, producing countless exceptional figures over the generations.
Why should the core authority of the race remain in the hands of the eight lineages?” While acknowledging the contributions of the eight lineages, he continued, “I would still honor the glory that belongs to them, but the core power of the race can no longer be theirs alone!
“The eight lineages’ prolonged control has deepened internal conflicts within our race.
The chiefs of these lineages lack the true power to govern, leading to the formation of factions and competition among them.
“This situation has already disrupted the virtuous cycle of internal development and devolved into destructive infighting!
Internal friction is the precursor to the decline of any great force in the universe.
“If our human race weakens, even the demon race alone could annihilate us, not to mention the broader threat of extinction!
“If just one lineage falters and the non-human races invade, countless heroes of our people will die tragically.
The elderly, the young, the women, and the children will become prey for the demon beasts!
“This future is inevitable unless we act!
“The eight chiefs must be stripped of their power.
Even if they’re not, we need a figure who surpasses them, someone who can suppress the hundreds of peak races within and deter the alien races without.
“Otherwise, our race will continue to weaken from within.” … Trevon’s tone was firm and unwavering. He looked at her father and bowed.
“From what I understand, the eight chiefs have inherited the highest authority in the race.
Yet, figures like Grand Master Martial Emperor, whom they call the Evil Lord, and others like the Kithara Lord and the Demon Lord, some of whom have already reached the peak or are just a step away, aren’t controlling the race.
Why is that?
“With Lord Cabel Callison’s strength, he could have already defeated the eight chiefs.
So why can he only control the Cosmos Battle Arena and not the core authority of the race?” As he posed question after question, Frediano Jadanza softly remarked, “Trevon, you’ve truly grown up!” “You really take after your father!” Colton teased.
Judith Neal, however, confidently added, “Trevon says that given time, he’ll definitely surpass Dad!” “Such confidence.” Luther and the others laughed, their smiles reflecting their approval.
Braydon also smiled, a look of satisfaction crossing his face. He said softly, “If Judith hadn’t mentioned it, you wouldn’t have dared to speak so boldly in front of me.” As a father, Braydon hoped that Trevon would forge his own path in martial arts.
Luther agreed, saying, “Trevon has only been here a few years, but his understanding of the human race’s internal affairs is no less than ours.
It seems our worries were unfounded.” Earlier, Luther and the others had been concerned that Trevon might be used by Chadwick Neal and the other chiefs, but now it seemed that fear was misplaced.
“The future of our race is set,” Braydon said calmly.
“Everyone, don’t forget what we need to do.” “Who would dare forget that among the disciples of the Northern Army?” Colton’s eyes were filled with determination.
Since Braydon had awakened his old subordinates, all the disciples of the Northern Army had joined the human race headquarters. With their memories of past lives restored, they knew what lay ahead.
In the war of ten thousand races thirty thousand years ago, the five lords had died, and many old friends had perished. In this life, Braydon had returned to settle the blood debts of his past.
Everyone who knew about the return of the five lords had predicted correctly that this life would bring an upheaval greater than the war of ten thousand races, and nothing would stop it.
“Our goal isn’t to merely dominate the human race and become its leader,” Braydon said softly.
“We’re not here to crush the demon race and subjugate all the other races!
“What I seek is to sweep across the starry sky!
“What I desire is… Transcendence!” Though his tone was calm, it was filled with unshakable determination. Braydon had given his all in this lifetime, not to destroy the demons or to suppress all other races, but to transcend.
Surpassing everything, conquering ancient times, only he was supreme! Heaven and earth, forging the strongest path.
In his previous life, Braydon had already opened a new path, one that surpassed the peak realm for all living beings. But in this life, he created a second path, far superior to the one he had established before.
They were not merely aiming for the position of the human race’s leader. Braydon’s true adversary lay beyond the starry sky.
Among the ten thousand races of the universe, who could defeat Braydon? No one could block his path. The source of all downfall across generations came from beyond the starry sky.