Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 2309 - 2307 Cultivator of the Purgatory Ninth
Chapter 2309: Chapter 2307: Cultivator of the Purgatory Ninth Layer
Chapter 2309 -2307: Cultivator of the Purgatory Ninth Layer
After much hesitation, Ethan Smith ultimately decided to wait a little longer.
Fifty meters—this was already the limit of his divine sense. If he could continue cultivating for a while longer,
then by the time his divine sense could perceive more areas, it would be much safer.
Otherwise, with the kinds of living beings appearing in the Purgatory Ninth Layer, Ethan truly didn’t have the confidence to survive long enough to obtain Mount Sumeru’s Qi.
After nearly three months of relentless cultivation, Ethan finally decided to give up.
By this point, the speed at which he practiced the Soul Nightmare Heart Skill had slowed considerably. The extreme pain made every trace of divine soul power he absorbed agonizingly unbearable.
*He couldn’t even remember how many times he had passed out. Every time he did, Hicks would silently guard him.*
Hicks, in turn, ventured alone into the area to hunt wandering souls, returning each time battered and bruised, yet continuing to cultivate.
Both of them stayed cautiously on the outermost edge, not daring to cross any boundaries.
“What could possibly be inside the Ninth Layer?”
*Ethan gazed into the heavy mists of Purgatory, his imagination scarcely able to fathom the possibilities.*
At this moment, his divine sense could now see approximately seventy meters ahead. He circled around Mount Sumeru’s Qi for a little while, confirming that there were no other living beings in that range.
“Ethan, as important as Mount Sumeru’s Qi may be, your own life is even more precious in comparison.”
Elder Baker said softly.
“Hey, Old Smith, you’re not seriously planning on going in there, are you? I’ve got a few spatial rings; I could just give you one.”
The man with the mustache looked visibly pale.
“Elder Baker, this is my opportunity—my destiny. I have to go, no matter what. I’ve already missed the Golden Avenue. If I don’t push forward now, I fear I’ll never return to the Holy Region in my lifetime. Let me escort you to the Eighth Layer first!”
Ethan shook his head, resolute in his determination. Moreover, Mount Sumeru’s Qi appealed to an idea he had—one he needed to test.
If it succeeded, he would have a greater chance when facing Daniel Wilson in the future.
“Hahaha! A brave young hero indeed—like father, like son! Since our young friend is so determined, I’ll accompany you for a stretch and lend you one more measure of fate energy!”
Elder Baker laughed heartily.
“Big Brother, we won’t leave either—we’ll stay with you!”
Sara and Xiao Pang were adamant about not leaving.
“Elder Baker, you’d better head out first. Truth be told, I can’t guarantee anything here.”
Ethan now found himself hesitating instead.
“Friend Ethan Smith, set forth straight away. Our resolve is no weaker than yours.”
Elder Baker said with a smile, showing no hint of worry.
“Hicks, I’m heading inside to take Mount Sumeru’s Qi. If anything goes wrong, just leave immediately.”
Ethan said softly.
Though Hicks wasn’t a man of many words, Ethan somehow felt an inexplicable trust toward him. Over these past days, he had passed out countless times in Hicks’s presence.
*It felt as though having Hicks by his side guaranteed his safety.*
Hicks appeared similarly trusting; despite exchanging less than ten sentences in total, the two seemed to trust each other like old friends.
Ethan hesitated for a moment before removing a Storage Spirit Bead and handing it to Hicks.
“If I happen to die, please deliver this to Emily Taylor in the Holy Region and tell her that I’m sorry.”
Hicks took the Storage Spirit Bead with an expressionless nod.
The moment Ethan turned away, his face became resolutely firm.
*It was the kind of unwavering determination shown by Ken Middleton when crossing the Dead Sea.*
Slowly, he began walking toward Mount Sumeru’s Qi, his divine sense fully extended.
Meanwhile, he ensured his protective measures were fully in place.
Hicks followed behind him, a trace of worry flickering in his eyes.
Within a thousand meters of Mount Sumeru’s Qi, in the area where countless ominous energies roamed,
numerous terrifyingly powerful living beings were aimlessly circling. Among the many ferocious entities,
three figures floated seated in mid-air. Whenever the mindless fiends approached these three individuals, they instinctively steered clear of them.
“Have you noticed? Since the Heavenly Dao Tide passed, this place has grown livelier; there have even been some living beings from the Ghost World and the Demon Clan appearing here.”
A woman whose face was partially concealed behind a translucent white veil—her exposed features hinting at unparalleled beauty—said softly.
“Gu Baiyi, Jiang Qingyuan, I’ve noticed as well. Moreover, the Demon Emperor’s body seems to impose no suppression on these living beings. If the three races unite, the Hominini are bound to face a grave threat. Last time the demon race attacked, the Hominini had to expend nearly all their fate energy to win the war.”
A man with a naked upper body—his bulging, muscular frame riddled with countless scars—spoke.
“Yan Minglong, Gu Baiyi, have you both observed that in these recent two Heavenly Dao Years, the corpse aura of the demon race’s Great Emperor has significantly weakened? I fear it intends to resurrect another Great Emperor early…”
“Fear won’t help. All we can do is hope the Hominini can step up; otherwise, when chaos arrives, they may face extinction.”
“Alas, with the Heavenly Dao Qi waning, the cultivators in this galaxy can hardly compare. So far, only a handful are passable. Even in the Holy Region, where I sent a wisp of my soul to scout, I haven’t seen anyone particularly promising. It’s unlikely they’ll surprise us. Let’s just hope the Great Families along the Golden Avenue can produce more contenders.”
Jiang Qingyuan said with a bitter smile.
“Hmm, someone? A True Saint Fourth Grade kid? A chaotic body?”
Yan Minglong furrowed his brows.
In the midst of the mists, Ethan suddenly felt himself locked onto by a terrifying divine sense.
*He could only perceive its general location. Looking toward that direction, he saw nothing.*
“Interesting. He actually detected you.”
Gu Baiyi opened her beautiful eyes, speaking with curiosity.
“His strength is far too weak. I’m baffled as to how he managed to get here.” Yan Minglong shook his head.
“Perhaps he has something unique about him; otherwise, he wouldn’t have made it this far. Should we intervene and save him? If he continues forward, he’ll surely die.”
Gu Baiyi hesitated momentarily.
“If he dies, so be it. Don’t forget our mission. A mere True Saint Fourth Grade cultivator isn’t worth our effort.”
Yan Minglong shook his head decisively.
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Ethan, of course, had no idea that such a scene was unfolding in the depths of the mist. He stood motionless, daring not to make even the slightest move. freewebnoveℓ.com
Only after a long while, when he sensed no further activity from the divine sense,
did he let out a faint breath. Coming back to himself, he realized his body was already drenched in cold sweat.
*In a place where death could strike at any moment, his nerves were stretched taut, leaving no room for carelessness.*
Slowly, Ethan continued forward, eventually reaching a point approximately five meters from the massive expanse of Mount Sumeru’s Qi.
At its core, space itself had ruptured into a fissure.
A strange aura seeped out from within, a blend of demonic qi and ghost qi, while Mount Sumeru’s Qi endlessly permeated from the black hole.
Mount Sumeru’s Qi, born from the Void, had unexpectedly been stumbled upon by Ethan here.
Whew!
Just as Ethan extended his divine sense to inspect the fissure, he suddenly felt a pair of pale, ghastly eyes fixating on him.
*The sensation sent chills down his spine. Every hair on his body stood on end.*
