Mrs. and Mr. Smith

At this moment, a person identical to the other was created.

Now, the young swordsman confronted the 'self' derived from the Aura of the Night, yet could not gain the slightest advantage.

Though the two skill techniques share the same origin, the one Ethan Smith used was evidently much more profound.

"No, this move seems to have room for improvement."

Ethan Smith murmured to himself.

As he mused, the young man before him underwent a certain transformation.

The Aura of the Night dripped onto the ground like boiling water, and ominous Crows swirled upward.

They emitted eerie cries, their fiery red eyes flickering with unsettling cold glints.

Dozens of Crows landed on the Nightmare form of the young swordsman, in his Sea of Knowledge, a Nightmare pierced through his memory and emerged.

Quietly observing in countless dreamscapes, the thing he feared most.

In the dreamscape, nothing can be concealed.

The Nightmare's attack suddenly became fierce, the sword momentum carried a power that terrified the body.

It tore him completely apart, and as his body surged again, the Nightmare ripped him once more.

The indifferent Nightmare stared at him, as his body attempted to solidify.

It would use a sword technique to ruthlessly rip him to pieces.

Why could this power be so inexhaustible?

It seemed to be able to invoke the force of the Nineteenth Hell, how could that be possible—isn't this a confined space?

In an instant, countless thoughts moved through his mind.

Yet there surged numerous exploratory solutions into the Sea of Consciousness, as he crazily deduced the Aura of the Night.

The power of the Path of Dreams is tremendously obscure and hard to fathom, even Ethan Smith invested a massive amount of time, he still couldn't make any breakthroughs.

Yet for some unknown reason, this time he had an epiphany as if moving through water.

Various thoughts like gushing springs flowed into his Sea of Consciousness.

In this state, the Aura of the Night gradually filled his entire body.

And then slowly dripped down, forming a vast dreaming marsh.

Countless Crows spiraled up within, the entire scene looked extremely sinister.

What exactly is happening here, why do I feel my power has grown so much?

Ethan Smith felt no joy in the enhancement of his power.

Everyone has their limits, which is their talent.

Different people's limit values vary, but now it seemed like his limit value multiplied countless times.

In other words, is he still himself?

Moreover, as he ascended, he intended to comprehend the body beyond the God-Sealing Panel.

But this connection weakened slightly instead.

"No, I must find a way to escape from here!"

An idea just took form in Ethan Smith's mind.

A surge of energy suddenly rushed into Ethan Smith's body, instantly tearing his entire body apart.

Then all of his divine sense's memories were shattered by this energy.

All memories crushed inch by inch.

The kind of pain Ethan Smith had never seen in his life.

He even bit through all his gums, and under such pain, his body twitched uncontrollably.

To know his Divine Soul, once experienced the extreme agony of tempering when encountering the Nightmare.

His Divine Soul's capacity to endure pain, probably even higher than those several realms above him.

Yet now Ethan Smith felt deep fear under this force.

Uncertain how long after he recovered, Ethan Smith's arm still trembled uncontrollably.

He dared not think of the previous question anymore, now he vaguely guessed that the question triggered some taboo, leading to punishment within the God-Sealing Panel.

"Oh, you actually walked out of punishment so quickly, looks like you have quite a foundation."

While Ethan Smith was lost in thought, a voice came from behind him.

Ethan Smith was taken aback, the power of Nine Heavens Condensing Pupil transformed into a Black Dragon.

Completely tore apart the person behind him, amidst the surrounding smoke a figure appeared before Ethan Smith.

He slowly sat down, seemingly without an intent for attack.

"Keaton Bian."

Ethan Smith's body slowly relaxed.

After a long silence, Ethan Smith finally spoke.

"How long have you been here?"

"I forgot, and don't care to remember."

Keaton Bian sneered at himself.

You give me a familiar feeling, probably my real body met you once.

He spoke an inexplicable sentence.

"Can you still connect to your real body?"

"Long since couldn't, but when encountering difficulties like this in the God-Sealing Panel, he would open a channel, giving me a chance to perceive my past self, so I'm curious what kind of people come in here. But after observing, didn't find anyone surprising. Yet you, when I violated rules, was immersed in it for nearly three months to recover, you actually restored so quickly, and your power is peculiar, worth a look."

Keaton Bian spoke while observing the energy around Ethan Smith's body.

While Ethan Smith still pondered, he actually revealed a trace of black energy in his hand.

Aura of the Night!

Ethan Smith was deeply shocked, this kind of power even the mightiest Holy Lord cannot grasp outside.

Yet during this brief observation, Keaton Bian deduced a trace of energy.

Though still far from his Aura of the Night, within the strength.

But at least had a clue, as long as enough time is given, mastering this power is not impossible.

"Can play for a while again."

Keaton Bian showed a smile.

"What kind of level are you considered here."

Ethan Smith guessed some terrifying things, but dared not directly ask.

"Smart question, ants of The Holy Kingdom, grains of sand in a lake, Paige on a planet, something like that..."

Keaton Bian showed a look of admiration.

"Has anyone ever... left here?"

As soon as Ethan Smith's words fell, a pain dozens of times more terrifying than before.

Rose from the marrow, in a blink, his body shattered into a mass of flesh twitching madly.

Almost ten days later, Ethan Smith's body slowly recovered.

At this moment, his whole body twitched, even unable to stand.

While Keaton Bian hadn't left, he was fighting with a Nightmare he created himself.

"Haha! You recover really quickly, your Divine Soul is extraordinarily strong! Many who are subjected to this law take almost a hundred years without their body recovering."

Ethan Smith showed a self-deprecating expression, now he more or less grasped some of the rules here.

In this space of the God-Sealing Panel, they must never think of escaping.

Once you have this thought, you'll face the previous torture.

This torture is executed by some unknown force, even those with an Immeasurable Divine Soul cannot withstand it.