Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1450: The Way That Even Becky Didn’t Know!

But then, she had watched him walk with unnerving certainty to a specific, unremarkable patch of earth and order his monsters to dig. When the shimmering, toxic glow of the Yellow River was unearthed, her scepticism had shattered.

"You knew exactly where to find it... Amazing!" she admitted, her voice barely audible over the roar of the battle. "Even in the Upper Realm, locating the subterranean veins of the Yellow River is a nightmare that requires specialised diviners. But how do you plan to stop it? Do you possess a Yellow River Bottle?" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Becky was far from oblivious. Even in the higher planes, the Scarlet Bears were symbols of primordial terror. She understood the mechanics of their blood-typed spirits and the corruptive nature of the river that fueled their frenzy.

In the Upper Realm, the standard procedure to halt such a tide was to locate the source and seal it using a specific, legendary treasure—the Yellow River Bottle.

However, William remained unmoved. He knew that even if he possessed the blueprints for such a treasure, the materials required would give a major sect in the Upper Realm a thousand-year headache. There was no hope of finding even a fraction of those ingredients in this lower realm, nor was there any equivalent substitute available to him.

"I use another method to stop them," William said. He paused, casting a look of genuine doubt toward her. "Is it possible that even someone of your standing doesn’t know the alternative method for sealing the vein?"

"What method?!" Becky snapped, her frustration flaring. Once again, she felt like a common schoolgirl standing before the most knowledgeable master in existence. The power dynamic was infuriating; she was a being of a higher realm, yet she was constantly eclipsed by the wisdom of this "lower" spirit master.

"You’ll see soon enough," William replied, his lips curling into an amused, slightly mocking smile. He turned back to the fray, his weapons becoming a blur of lethal efficiency. "Once the others are in position and ready, Berry will show them—and you—the only way to truly end this nightmare!"

Becky watched the scene unfold with a growing sense of vertigo. Earlier, she hadn’t fully grasped the weight of William’s cryptic remarks, but as the portal pulsed with rhythmic flashes of light, vomiting forth wave after wave of masters, the truth settled in her gut like lead. Led by the focused figures of Berry, Lara, and Anjie, the reinforcements arrived with the precision of a clockwork mechanism.

The realisation cast a terrifying new light over William’s character. He wasn’t just a powerful fighter; he was a strategic monster. While engaged in a life-or-death struggle against a tide that would have driven most men to madness, he had been playing a game of mental chess.

He had accurately predicted the emotional responses of his allies, read through their likely panic, and prepared the battlefield to meet them before they even knew they were coming.

Becky watched, her curiosity burning like a fever, as the newcomers marched toward the trench William had unearthed. She searched the deepest recesses of her memory, clawing through centuries of Upper Realm lore concerning Scarlet Bears and the corruption of the Yellow River. She found nothing.

She couldn’t be blamed for her ignorance. The technique William was about to employ was not common knowledge; it was a fragment of a lost legacy, an insignificant footnote in ancient records belonging to a clan that had been extinct in the Upper Realm for aeons. Only a man who had lived through the end of the world and back could possibly possess such a secret.

As Berry’s group advanced, they did so in a state of shell-shocked silence. The air was thick with the stench of musk and rot, a physical manifestation of the bears’ ferocity.

Only Fang seemed to maintain his edge, leading a vanguard of high-grade masters in a calculated cull. His movements were explosive and deliberate; he wasn’t just killing monsters, he was performing a psychological operation. B

y slaughtering the supposedly "unstoppable" beasts in front of the witnesses, he was systematically stripping away the layers of anxiety and despair that threatened to paralyse the arriving army. He was showing them that the gods could bleed.

"We are here," Berry whispered, her voice tight with a cocktail of grief and determination.

The members of the Long Clan were suffering more than anyone. This churning sea of scarlet fur was a living nightmare, a mirror of the day their own home was nearly swallowed by the abyss.

Seeing the sheer scale of the destruction here—a major town reduced to splinters and bone in mere minutes—made them realise the terrifying thinness of the line they had walked.

If not for William, if not for his sudden appearance and his bizarre, effective interventions, the Long Clan would have been nothing more than a footnote in a history of tragedies.

Even Sara’s grandfather, a man of immense pride and power, felt a chill of humility. He looked at the horizon of monsters and realised that even if he had summoned every able-bodied cultivator within the Academy’s vast territory, they would have been slaughtered within the hour without William’s guidance.

"Look closely. We are going to show you exactly how to use these spears to dismantle the tide," Berry announced. Her voice carried over the din of battle, bolstered by spirit power.

Masters from the Long Clan and the Aspire Academy stepped forward, fanning out in a semi-circle around the exposed vein of the Yellow River. They drew their spears with a synchronised clatter of metal. "Pay close attention," Berry added, her eyes sharp. "There will be time for questions once the demonstration is complete."

Berry didn’t remain a mere spectator. She gripped a spear of her own, moving to the forefront of the formation.

The observers quickly noticed a discrepancy in the equipment: one group of masters carried bundles of multiple spears, while another group held only a single, uniquely crafted weapon.

These solitary spears featured intricate grooves and different alloy compositions—a detail that did not escape William’s keen eyes.