Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 2320 - 2318 Time is Pressing
Chapter 2320: Chapter 2318: Time is Pressing
Chapter 2320 -2318: Time is Pressing
“The spiritual energy in Purgatory is extraordinarily scarce, and many of the people there are criminals exiled from the Holy Region,” he said.
“Given the abilities of that group of useless individuals, if the three races launched a full-scale attack on the Hominini, we would hardly be able to withstand it. Therefore, we must make preparations early,” he said.
Chad Wilson’s face remained indifferent, showing no trace of fear. He continued explaining to the group, “When the time is right, we will need powerful cultivators from the Holy Region to head to Purgatory, lead them, resist the attacks from the three races, and protect the Holy Region.”
“That’s right, as long as the Holy Region remains unscathed, countless powerful cultivators can be nurtured. Even the combined strength of the three races won’t be able to threaten us,” he said.
Mr. Hill nodded.
“Who will go to Purgatory then? Who decides the list?” one cultivator from a lesser aristocratic family asked.
“Of course the top nine families will decide,” Corbin Green said coldly, glaring at him. “Do you think it’ll be up to you? Every family member must do their part. This concerns the survival of the entire Hominini race. Moreover, even if you end up in Purgatory, it’s those useless criminals who will bear the brunt of the attacks. If you’re worried about dying, it won’t be your turn just yet.”
“Easy for you to say. In every chaotic era, countless families face devastation with ten deaths out of every eight. If you top nine families mishandle assignments, we won’t accept it!” the man retorted, refusing to back down and scoffing coldly at Corbin.
“Enough! Today, we’ve gathered you here just to warm you up. This anomaly might be nothing more than a spatial fluctuation,” Finlay Taylor said, waving his hand to stop the argument.
“Besides, the signs of a chaotic era also herald the arrival of the Golden Heavenly Path. Everyone must prepare to receive the tide of Heavenly Dao’s power and strive for breakthrough directly into the Tribulation Transcending Realm.”
“So what if the three races join hands? If the Ghost Clan and Demon Clan dare to descend, we’ll suppress them once again. When the power of the Heavenly Dao manifests, I’ll be able to ascend directly into the Tribulation Transcending Realm. By then, who can stop me?” one person suddenly declared, his aura radiating terror.
No one doubted him, for standing before them was none other than The Chosen One, Anthony Jones.
After stepping into the True Saint Realm, his cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds.
*Even faced with the challenges of the Fourth and Fifth Rank True Saint realms, Anthony’s breakthroughs were effortless and unhindered.*
*In just fifty years, he had reached the peak of the True Saint Realm, merely awaiting the arrival of the Heavenly Dao to achieve a singular breakthrough.*
…
Several days later.
“Liam Garrett, will Ethan Smith be okay? If there’s a battle in Purgatory, can you secure me a slot? I must go,” Emily Taylor asked anxiously.
“Miss, I’m afraid this isn’t for me to decide,” Liam Garrett replied.
“Chad, what about Shi Yue? He’s been closed off for nearly seventy years now! If he doesn’t come out before the Heavenly Dao descends, the opportunities will be snatched away,” the Leader of the Wilson Family fretted, pacing back and forth.
“Why are you panicking? Look at yourself—you hardly resemble a leader,” Chad Wilson rebuked him mercilessly. “Shi Yue has been comprehending the rules of the Five Elements, equivalent to the convergence of five Heavenly Dao paths. Once he emerges, he will ascend to the peak of the True Saint Realm with invincible posture.”
He smirked coldly. “What of The Chosen One? When the tides of the Heavenly Dao descend, with my Wilson Family’s foundation, eliminating Anthony Jones would be as simple as flipping my hand.”
“Good, good. Hearing you say that puts my mind at ease,” the Leader said. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
“The most critical matter now is Emily Taylor’s bloodline. Once Shi Yue emerges, the marriage must proceed immediately—it cannot be delayed any longer,” he said.
“Combining my family’s bloodline with a Heaven and Earth Bloodline might allow breakthrough without waiting for the Heavenly Dao to arrive. The first person in the Holy Region to successfully transcend tribulation could come from the Wilson Family. By then, those who align with us prosper; those who oppose perish.”
…
Purgatory.
After several days of travel, Ethan Smith and his group finally arrived in Lorncloud City.
*The moment they entered, Ethan put everyone down. The city now teemed with countless refugees.*
*Ordinary people looked around blankly, unsure of where to go.*
“Mama, I want my mama!”
“Where’s Grandpa and Grandma?”
Suddenly, a group of children started crying loudly. Their cries spread quickly, and, in no time, many more children joined in.
*Ethan hesitated as he observed the leering gazes of various cultivators around them.*
He transmitted his thoughts to Kennedi Evans, saying, “I have some ordinary people here. Can you arrange shelter for them? Let me know the cost later.”
“Alright, but hosting this many people won’t come cheap,” she responded.
“The news has traveled fast,” Ethan mused silently.
*Kennedi Evans had earned her position as proprietor of the Moon Pavilion in Lorncloud City through her resourcefulness.*
*She didn’t even worry about whether Ethan would pay. Quickly, she arranged teams to provide food and lodging for the refugees.*
*Ethan let out a quiet sigh. For now, this was all he could do.*
*He had no idea how many of the people he had brought here would ultimately survive.*
“Ethan, you owe me a favor now,” Kennedi Evans said with a sly smile.
“A favor? Aren’t you charging me anyway?” Ethan replied.
“In times like these, even with money, there are things that can’t be accomplished. Take these ordinary people, for example. If all they have is money, they’re just fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered,” she retorted.
“That’s true,” Ethan admitted after a pause. *These hardworking folks couldn’t hope to survive if they caught the attention of ruthless cultivators.*
“Ethan, I need you to promise me that if I ever encounter danger, you’ll protect me to the best of your ability,” Kennedi Evans said seriously. *With her network of resources, she had gathered critical information.*
“Alright,” Ethan agreed without hesitation.
“Good, I like straightforward people like you,” Kennedi said. “Ethan, let me give you a piece of information—the Golden Avenue of the Holy Region is approaching. When it arrives, the Heavenly Dao will no longer suppress anyone’s cultivation abilities. You need to prepare in advance.”
For once, Kennedi wore a solemn expression, dropping her usual mischievous demeanor.
*Ethan furrowed his brows. This meant that True Saint cultivators in the Holy Region would have the chance to directly break into the Tribulation Transcending Realm!*
*Although tribulation crossing was exceptionally difficult, there weren’t many cultivators in the Holy Region who could accomplish it.*
*But the Holy Region’s resources were on an entirely different level compared to Purgatory, and they also had The Chosen Ones.*
*Suddenly, Ethan thought of a terrifying possibility.*
*When the Golden Avenue fully descends and lifts the suppressions on all cultivators,*
*Tribulation Transcending cultivators would gain free rein.*
*Joab Banks!*
*Back when Ethan had traveled to the Black Platform Continent, he had used the Power of Annihilation to retrieve a strand of his divine sense.*
*Their enmity was an eternal grudge. By that time, Joab might seek Ethan out directly.*
*With the capabilities of a Tribulation Transcending cultivator, as long as Ethan remained within this galaxy, it would likely take mere moments to track him down.*
“Alright, I’ll say no more. I have matters to attend to,” Kennedi said.
*With the tides of the Heavenly Dao surging, perhaps Ethan could seize the opportunity to break into the Fifth Rank Realm.*
At once, Ethan abandoned thoughts of using his Magic Weapon. He stepped onto the line-word formula and sped toward the Eighth Layer of Purgatory.
…
On the Black Platform Continent, within a mist-shrouded area, a person stood with his hand weaving phantasmal shapes.
*He manipulated countless Heavenly Dao rules, which surged and transformed into vivid scenes before his eyes.*
Suddenly, he clenched his hand tight, his face contorted in a vicious expression.
