Mrs. and Mr. Smith

Sithur Fatty stared at Stone Schroeder, as if recalling something, and his face suddenly filled with dread.

This team isn't simple. Not only can they attract so many masters of the Power of the Waking Summit, but they also managed to snatch victory from the jaws of the Sithur Family earlier; this is something beyond ordinary capabilities.

While the two were still talking, the surrounding scenes began to rewind.

The ancient ship had already launched, much like a flying sword, its speed astonishing.

The scenes on both sides receded unreal and real.

The whole ship moved like a nimble snake, weaving between the mountains.

Encountering impassable terrain, it directly entered the Void.

In the next moment, it had already passed this place, appearing ten thousand meters away.

"What an amazing shuttle magic weapon, this thing ranks top in the entire Saint's World!"

Sithur Fatty was somewhat amazed; this speed even surpassed Path Spirit masters they couldn't defeat.

"And this ship is quite strange, look at it, not a trace of energy fluctuation during its voyage, as if the entire ship is refined into a magical artifact, resonating with the power of space."

Ethan Smith pondered for a long time before describing it this way, this sensation seemed like the ship was a master proficient in the Path of Space.

The whole being almost integrated with space, needing no energy in the process of shuttling.

"Indeed, it's something from the Divine Realm, truly worthy of being an object from the Wormhole."

Fatty admired from the side.

Ethan was also somewhat astonished, were this a cultivator,

he wouldn't be so surprised, but now it was an inanimate object, acting like a cultivation master.

In the process of shuttling, it could sense the folded layers within the Void.

Then traverse space in the most efficient way, which was quite terrifying.

"The Divine Realm, even at the seventh tribulation, what kind of space is it exactly?"

Ethan couldn't help muttering to himself.

Many unimaginable things in his hands now seemed to originate from Divine Realm space.

Including the Grudge Heavenly Sin and the God-Sealing Panel, their forces seemed inextricably linked here.

And after the seventh tribulation and Condensed God Pattern, there was only a thin membrane separating him from the Immortal Emperor and the Guardian, which was also the realm his father once reached.

As Ethan drifted into fanciful thoughts, everything in front suddenly froze.

Or perhaps not exactly frozen, for the ship was still sailing.

Only the area where he was seemed sealed, as if the Time Power only affected their small region.

A hand gently rested on Ethan's shoulder, pulling him out of that temporal cage.

Ethan was full of astonishment, for below he was still sailing with the ship.

But now another version of himself, along with another person, came into this chaotic stream.

Ethan even couldn't distinguish where this place was.

Whether it was within the Void or a space carved out somewhere.

If the current him was truly himself, then who sat on the ship?

"This place is the direct stream of parallel space; below is Benefactor, the same as here."

A misty figure spoke in front of Ethan, and a hazy energy slowly formed before him.

The one before him should be the one who pulled him here, and when the face became clear, Ethan was somewhat startled.

"Master!"

It was the monk he had seen at Nine Netherworld Cliff before.

Previously, thanks to one of the two bracelets he gave, 'Rebirth', Ethan survived the First Hermit's hands.

Unexpectedly, the second meeting was here.

"Young friend, you've been well, I hope,"

The master chanted a Buddha name, folded his hands and bowed slightly.

"Thanks to Master's bracelet, I survived at Nine Netherworld Cliff,"

Ethan said with a bitter smile.

"If not for Benefactor's great composure, perhaps no amount of magical artifacts could have avoided that,"

The monk said and then fell silent.

"Master, what's your purpose in coming here this time?"

Ethan bitterly smiled and spoke.

Since he's reaped the Buddhist cause, he'll have to repay the fruit.

Having lived through the monk's intervention, he naturally needed to repay him, and this should be why he came looking.

"Benefactor, if you encounter a girl named Luna Snow at Divine Silkworm Ridge, please try to save her, she is very important to our Other Shore Buddhist Kingdom,"

The monk spoke softly.

"Understood, I will do my utmost! Master!"

Outwardly Ethan remained calm, but inside a great storm arose.

How could this monk know his destination, and Luna Snow, wasn't she the girl he saw before?

The bracelet was also translated with her help; this was all too coincidental.

Suddenly Ethan felt a chill, as if he were in a scene,

and everything happening was already scripted in advance.

Just as he was lost in wild thoughts again, what was before him disappeared.

He returned to the ship, Sithur Fatty still chattering about something.

Ethan instinctively glanced at the two bracelets in his hand, the Sarira on his left wrist somehow had returned to six pieces.

Prior at Nine Netherworld Cliff, five Sarira pieces were used up, unexpectedly this Other Shore monk replenished them.

The coolness spread across Ethan's back, could this mission not be simple either?

Suddenly, Ethan felt a gaze fall upon him.

He looked up, surprisingly it was Stone Schroeder.

Stone Schroeder's eyes were fixed intensely on Ethan, and his book was closed at an unknown time.

Could he have caught sight of the monk's trace?

Ethan felt slightly perplexed, the monk had created a long temporal stream paralleling their meeting.

Had Stone Schroeder been able to sense this energy?

The intense gaze unnerved Ethan, who then saw Stone Schroeder stand abruptly.

"Even the Other Shore Buddhists have started action..."

Ethan seemed to hear a faint sigh.

"Fatty, what is this Stone Schroeder's background, do you know?"

Seeing Stone Schroeder leave, Ethan quickly inquired.

"I'm not quite sure of the specifics, this guy is very mysterious, but every so often he wanders throughout Saint's World, rarely participating in struggles over Dharma Treasures. His path of cultivation is supposedly Righteous Energy, which strongly restrains the Different Races, but without information on him fighting others fully, it's unclear just how powerful he really is."

Fatty searched his mind for information, although it remained rather vague.

Determining this person's exact strength and stance was impossible.

Suddenly, the previously stable ancient ship jolted slightly.

Ethan could clearly feel the surrounding storm growing stronger, now having traveled for ten days.