If given the opportunity in the future, Braydon Neal envisioned himself as the solitary guardian of the Spirit Sea, marshaling the might of the Northern Army to safeguard its shores.
He dreamed of seeing every soldier of the Northern Army ascend to the divine realm, granting them longevity to protect Hansworth for centuries to come.
In the present moment, the green lotus was voraciously absorbing primordial chaos Qi at a rate faster than Braydon could observe.
As for the Northern King Sword, a weapon steeped in the blood of countless battles, Braydon carefully guided it into the blossoming green lotus.
Upon contact with the primordial chaos Qi, the sword disintegrated into powder, save for a few lingering specks of starlight—the essence of the sword's core and the catalyst for its rebirth.