Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 2316 - 2314 Departure
Chapter 2316: Chapter 2314: Departure
Chapter 2316 -2314: Departure
With nearly a hundred years added, I reckon Salena Carpenter doesn’t have much time left…
Just now, when I used my divine sense to check on Salena Carpenter’s body condition, I discovered a trace of death energy at the center of her brows.
Salena Carpenter, who was eating meat, seemed to be oblivious to this issue; her mouth stuffed full, she mumbled unclearly,
“Hurry up, Ethan Smith, pour Auntie a drink. I’m starving to death after this retreat, I’m not going into seclusion again!”
After a meal with plenty of drinks, Salena Carpenter, now drunk, began to act crazy.
Clare Richardson sat by the campfire, looking somewhat out of it as she stared at the flames, her eyes turning red as she looked at Ethan Smith,
“Ethan Smith, can we still return to Earth? I miss my dad and Emily too. I feel like I’ve been trapped in a long dream.”
“We definitely can, I will make sure to take you back.”
Ethan Smith gently touched Clare Richardson’s hair and spoke in a gentle voice.
“Hey, Old Smith, I’ve got something to show you.”
The man with the mustache creepily leaned on Ethan Smith’s neck, his breath causing Ethan Smith’s skin to crawl.
“Just speak, keep your distance from me.”
Ethan Smith felt a shiver down his spine.
“It’s a matter of great importance, of course, I need to whisper. I’ve figured out how to use this coffin, but not entirely.”
“Stop beating around the bush, spit it out already.” Ethan Smith frowned.
“This coffin is actually a magical artifact, and the method to activate it is one of the oldest techniques—sacrifice.”
The man with the mustache affixed a talisman to each side of the coffin.
“These are spirit talismans. I can’t refine this coffin, so I can only use these talismans to provide spiritual energy.”
He chanted antique incantations, and in an instant, the coffin slowly opened a crack.
The man with the mustache grabbed several Demonic Beasts Ethan Smith was keeping and placed them on an altar design inside the coffin.
Those Demonic Beasts suddenly seemed to lose their vitality, and then a force from within the coffin pulled them inside.
Bang!
Suddenly, a surge of primitive force manifested as Qi Jin burst forth.
The coffin, like a Flying Sword, shot toward the sky.
With a ‘boom’, the Sumeru Ring Space trembled violently, and after that strike, the coffin, having seemingly drained its spiritual energy, slowly landed back on the ground.
“If a True Saint of rank four or five were sacrificed, or something even higher, the attack from this coffin would have been far more terrifying.”
The man with the mustache also got quite a scare.
After the Sumeru Ring had absorbed a great deal of Mount Sumeru’s Qi, the space had become extremely solid—so solid that the man had thought his full-force attack could only barely shake it, yet a casual strike from the coffin possessed such power.
Ethan Smith was inwardly startled; moreover, the power of rules emitted by the coffin seemed faintly similar to the initial Power of Heavenly Dao he had comprehended earlier.
“If that’s the case, then if I observe it a few more times, perhaps I could use the opportunity to understand the initial Primitive Rules.”
Ethan Smith had almost comprehended the masked woman’s initial Dao of Rules in the Underworld Secret Realm but was interrupted at the last moment by Situ Haoyue.
But who would have thought that the coffin obtained Within the Underworld contained Power of Heavenly Dao! Could it be that this coffin was already an Emperor’s Device?
Ethan Smith had read in his father’s records of artifacts that a great Refining Master could imbue their creations with an Instrument’s Soul; above the level of a magical artifact, they would inscribe formation, like the five viscera and six bowels of a person, and the artifact itself would also have its own Dao of Rules.
Like Ethan Smith’s Suo Lin, which contains the ultimate rules of fire.
“Ethan Smith, remember I asked you for a drop of your blood essence before? In theory, I should be able to refine this magical artifact with it, but when I used your blood essence for the refining process, the artifact just bounced it off.”
The man with the mustache spoke with a grave expression.
“What does that mean?”
The man with the mustache spoke mysteriously, and Ethan Smith couldn’t make out what he was trying to convey for a moment.
“That just means the masked woman isn’t dead yet! That’s why this magical artifact can’t be refined!”
The man with the mustache said with a gloomy face.
“What!”
Ethan Smith also felt a chill running down his spine; having taken the coffin, he hoped it wouldn’t bring trouble to his door.
After all, at that time, the masked woman had faced eleven opponents alone and had easily inflicted serious injuries on all of them.
“I can already roughly guess the masked woman’s actions. The masked woman of the previous eight lives had already sensed the eightfold Consummate Inner Strength Grandmaster, just missing this life’s grand mastery. Once she comprehended it, she would unite the nine paths into one, stepping into the Tribulation Transcending Realm. By then, in the Golden Age, at the very least, she would become another Clayton Schmidt.”
The man with the mustache seemed to have analyzed something, and he said somewhat startled.
“Why doesn’t the masked woman directly use Clare Richardson’s body to continue perceiving the Path of Heaven? Why go through all this trouble?”
Ethan Smith was somewhat puzzled.
“The stronger the cultivation, the more one feels the obstacles of the Path of Heaven. Cultivators who have lived through multiple lives are destined to try to defy the heavens and step outside the Path of Heaven, which has threatened the Path itself; behind the scenes, they will suffer from the Heavenly Dao Backlash. So it’s possible that this is a case of the cicada shedding its shell, but who knows? The calculations of such characters are beyond our ability to speculate.”
The man with the mustache stroked his beard.
“Ethan Smith.”
The man with the mustache stared at him seriously.
“What’s up?”
Ethan Smith was confused.
“The Master has recently divined that a great burial is about to emerge, which is why I must part ways with you. This trip to Purgatory is quite fruitful, and I’ve learned much new information. This is goodbye for now. The Master supposes we will meet again soon.”
The man with the mustache laughed heartily.
“Alright, until we meet again.”
Ethan Smith wasn’t overly sentimental and sent the man with the mustache out of the Sumeru Ring.
He guessed that the man with the mustache wanted to return to the Holy Region, but since he had refused to take Ethan Smith back with him, Ethan Smith could understand.
Ethan Smith lay on the grass when suddenly a face approached his, giving him quite a fright.
“Damn, Auntie, can’t you make a noise when you walk? You scared the life out of me.”
Salena Carpenter stared at Ethan Smith drowsily, getting closer and closer, until her throat made a gurgling sound.
“You’re not about to throw up, are you?”
Ethan Smith quickly ran off.
“Ethan Smith, I feel like something is calling me.”
Salena Carpenter, still dazed, pulled Ethan Smith along toward a certain place.
They arrived at a clearing, where Ethan Smith stored his things.
With a thought, he deactivated the bewitching array, and Salena Carpenter staggered over to the demonic egg.
The demonic egg cracked open in a deep place, emitting a ghastly green light.
Salena Carpenter looked particularly eerie in front of that glow.
“Could it be that this demonic egg is calling me?”
Salena Carpenter said, somewhat confused.
“Could it be that the demonic egg is about to hatch?”
Ethan Smith’s divine sense delved deep into the demonic egg, and the moment it entered.
He felt an extreme sense of danger, as his Divine Soul uncontrollably shuddered.
This feeling was like that of an ordinary person facing a wild beast.
