Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 2455 - 2453 Immortal Emperor’s Guidance

Yes!

Ethan Smith’s eyes turned red, and he shouted loudly.

"Everyone stand up and raise a glass to Ken Middleton."

Everyone drank the wine in their bowls in one gulp, including Emily Taylor, who didn’t like drinking.

"Ken Middleton is indeed too tired. He carries too many burdens in his heart, just like back in the Southern Province. If he really lets go of these burdens this time, who knows what realm his strength will reach in the future? It’s not good for the Hominini, but it’s a good thing for him."

After finishing the wine, Randall Freeman patted Ethan Smith on the shoulder.

Listening to Randall Freeman’s words, Ethan Smith’s tangled emotions finally began to clear up.

What he needs to do now is to train well and cherish his life. This is another rebirth given to him by Ken Middleton.

"Really, there’s no such thing as a genius cultivator; those who survive are driven by countless lives. If you look back, you’ll see a blood sea and a mountain of flesh of those who fervently gave everything, this is the path of cultivation."

The Immortal Emperor listened silently to their conversation and suddenly sighed.

Ethan Smith fell silent; what the Immortal Emperor said was indeed the truth.

He didn’t even know how many pots he had drunk, but Ethan Smith could no longer hold on.

He only felt his head spinning, so he simply lay on the ground, staring at the myriad starry sky in a daze.

Yes, one person after another.

The mother who gave him life, and his father who has always cared for him over the years.

And his Master, Dean Garner, Ella Jenkins, the brothers and sisters on Demon-slaying Peak, Elder Baker, and Emily, who’s been waiting for him.

And so many others...

His breathing gradually became heavy, and he slowly fell asleep.

Martha Evans gently walked to Ethan Smith’s side, her slender hand softly caressing Ethan’s cheek.

"In truth, this path is really tough. His father always wanted him just to lead a simple life."

Since Ethan Smith left Central Province, the Pavilion Master has been inquiring about him, knowing how tough his life has been.

"You’re a good girl too, it’s fortunate you made it to the end together; Ethan’s mother can now rest in peace."

The Pavilion Master murmured.

That night, everyone indulged in drinking, ignoring everything else.

In the end, only Emily and the Pavilion Master remained sober, while the others were completely drunk.

"Among the Hominini, the geniuses of that day, Ken Middleton and Jaquan Martinez, absolutely had a place. Now one has entered the Ghost World, and the other the demon race, it feels like the destiny of the Hominini is gradually declining. Emily, you and Ethan Smith must work hard."

The Pavilion Master sat beside Emily Taylor, even though she had been in the Association before.

Yet she kept gathering sensitive information. Whether a race is strong isn’t just about the cultivators from past Heavenly Path Years.

We must also consider the talents and potential of contemporary people; these are the foundation of a race’s future.

"Yes! For me, the biggest difficulty has already been overcome."

Emily Taylor smiled gently, her delicate and slightly cold fingers lightly poking Ethan Smith’s nose.

On Earth, because of her Bloodline Power, she was once used as a source of blood, a nightmare she could never forget.

Including after arriving in the Holy Region, she was still under strict supervision.

She originally hoped that through her own efforts, she could break these shackles and be with Ethan Smith.

But she didn’t expect that a fool was even more desperate than her and truly took her away, so now what is there to fear?

"Really can’t imagine what luck this brat had to find such a good girl."

Martha Evans paused, seemingly seeing her own shadow reflected in Emily Taylor.

That night, Ethan Smith slept very soundly, dreaming of many people who were smiling at him...

It was almost sunset when he gradually sobered up the next day.

The others had already woken up, and Randall Freeman was explaining things to Kennedi Evans’s clan members and Sara, along with the others.

These people lived in Purgatory and had less understanding of cultivation than those in the Holy Region.

Now, Randall Freeman’s teachings left them utterly absorbed.

"The Holy Region recently received news that all the channels between Purgatory and the Demon clan are almost wide open, with no Plane suppression. Strong Demons can freely enter Purgatory. Therefore, the situation in Purgatory is extremely dire, with severe casualties for the Hominini. This turmoil will sooner or later spread to the Holy Region, and everyone must fully cultivate to enhance their strength as much as possible."

Randall Freeman spoke seriously to everyone, his strength having reached the second phase of tribulation, having already condensed a statue in the Heavenly Path Sea, guiding these people with ease.

What surprised Ethan Smith was Alfred Freeman, who had also broken through to the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

He and Clay Freeman were both extremely gifted but reluctant to immerse themselves in training.

Ever since Clay Freeman died, his personality suddenly changed.

At this moment, he sits quietly on the Mountain Peak, meditating and refining, sensing the power of the Heavenly Sea.

Ethan Smith sat cross-legged on the ground; now his Divine Soul Power is strong enough.

He could forcibly summon the Power of rules through the Heavenly Sea with his soul, but compared to the cultivator who imprints their soul into the Heavenly Path Sea.

The divine soul power he uses is much greater, and this is the price.

Among ordinary people, this difference is not noticeable.

But if encountered with someone like Qadir Walters, should the fight be prolonged without a clear victor, he could quickly find himself at a disadvantage.

Moreover, his cultivation skills are too varied, without a primary focus. He needs to find the right direction.

"Your cultivation path is unique; I cannot guide you. Only your Divine Soul Power, if applied to the Heavenly Path Sea’s power, could reach the third degree of touching the bottom." free𝑤ebnovel.com

As if knowing what Ethan Smith was pondering, an awareness transmitted within the Sea of Knowledge.

"Immortal Emperor, how did you discover that?"

"I found that each of your Three-Style Swordsmanship Techniques requires a significant amount of Divine Soul Power to execute. You must retain at least seventy percent of your soul power to maximize it, using roughly thirty percent of the Heavenly Path Sea, enabling the greatest offensive power."

Ethan Smith was somewhat shocked, silently calculating the force division as mentioned by the Immortal Emperor in his mind.

"If at the time I executed that Soul Ferry, it could have killed King Smith. You wasted half of your Divine Soul Power probing Origin Power, finally merging into the Heavenly Sea. If merely drawing the force of the third touch, and then using seventy percent to execute the sword technique, not only would your soul power not face destruction, but it could also unleash greater power."

The Immortal Emperor seemed intent on guiding Ethan Smith, analyzing every detail clearly.

The release of techniques does not merely forcefully clash with Heavenly Path Power.