Chapter 1571: Chapter 1571: The Two Godly Kings and Salena Carpenter Chapter 1571: Chapter 1571: The Two Godly Kings and Salena Carpenter Upon hearing this, Ken Middleton fell silent.
After a long time, he looked towards Ethan Smith and asked, “Are you curious?”
Ethan Smith chuckled, “Indeed, I am curious, as normal people do not wear a mask on their face.”
“Do you want to see what's underneath the mask?” Ken asked again.
Ethan Smith thought for a moment and replied, “If you are willing.”
“Hahaha!” Ken Middleton burst into laughter.
He looked towards the North Plain, pointed his hand towards the other side of the dead river, and said, “Once this battle is over, I promise you.”
“Really?” Ethan Smith raised an eyebrow.
“I, Ken Middleton, never lie,” Ken said with a smile.
Ethan Smith cupped his hands, “Then, thank you.”
Over the next period of time, there was no movement from the North Plain.
In the blink of an eye, eight whole days had passed.
Eight days, while not long for a cultivator, felt like a true waste for Ethan Smith.
After these eight days, Ethan Smith had a general understanding of the strength of the North Plain:
The Lord of the North Plain was the strongest, his strength unknown, followed by the Four Great Godly Kings.
The strength of these four Godly Kings had already stepped halfway into the Reversion Void Stage, their realm even higher than Ken Middleton's.
Ethan Smith knew that once the word “reversion void” was involved, the strength was incomparable with the Mighty Realm Cultivators, which was why Randall Freeman had wanted Ethan Smith's physical body to step into the reversion void stage.
“If I were to face the Four Great Godly Kings, I might not necessarily win,” Ethan Smith thought to himself.
The current Ethan Smith was, after all, a newly advanced Mighty Realm Cultivator and was far away from the Reversion Void stage.
If he were at the Peak of Mighty Realm, he would certainly not fear the four Great Godly Kings, and even against Ken Middleton, Ethan Smith would have the courage to fight.
“Eight days have passed, and I'm idle anyway, so I might as well practice now,” Ethan Smith thought.
He took out the Grandeous Fruit and the Valepeak Buddha Flame from the Spatial Magic Artifact.
These two Dharma Treasures could greatly enhance his strength, especially the Valepeak Buddha Flame, which could allegedly cause a qualitative improvement in strength after swallowing it.
However, all of this was just a legend, and Ethan Smith was unclear about the consequences of swallowing the Valepeak Buddha Flame.
After thinking it through, Ethan Smith eventually put away the Valepeak Buddha Flame.
Because he couldn't guarantee when the North Plain would attack, he had to keep himself in peak condition.
Thus, Ethan Smith picked up the Grandeous Fruit and shoved it into his mouth.
The efficacy of the Grandeous Fruit was similar to the Enlightenment Tea, and the moment he swallowed it, Ethan Smith felt an improvement in his state of mind.
This was an extremely unique feeling. Normally, the improvement of one's mind was mostly derived from enlightenment and life experiences – an elusive feeling that was hard for people to describe.
Ethan Smith swallowed several Grandeous Fruits in succession, then closed his eyes, began to comprehend dao techniques, and felt the laws of heaven and earth.
On the other side, in the Southern Province.
The two Godly Kings did not leave the Southern Province.
Instead, they hid in Azure Rock Forest, healing their wounds while monitoring the news in the Southern Province.
There was no doubt that their previous battle had left a psychological shadow on them, and they were genuinely afraid of the Leader of Cloud Sect.
Especially Rashomon, no matter how hard they resisted, they could not escape the powerful suction force.
“It seems that Simon Ingram did not deceive us,” one of the Godly Kings said coldly.
“Let's just wait for our master to resurrect. Otherwise, no one can match him,” the other said.
“A mere avatar is so terrifying, I suspect he has already stepped into the Reversion Void Stage,” they both said with ice-cold expressions.
Despite their trepidation, they could not simply return defeated, which would be too disgraceful and difficult to explain to the Lord of the North Plain.
“Since we can't eliminate the Leader of Cloud Sect, let's target others,” one of the Godly Kings said.
“The most famous ones in the Southern Province are the three lunatics and three extremes – let's start with them,” the other Godly King said coldly.
“Let's start with Salena Carpenter. She killed thousands of our North Plain people. We must make her pay the price!”
The two exchanged a glance and immediately set off for Nexinton Mountain.
Atop Nexinton Mountain.
As always, Salena Carpenter spent her days with Clay and Alfred Freeman, eating, drinking, and having fun.
Without exaggeration, this place was supposed to be a sacred cultivation ground, but under Salena Carpenter's leadership, it resembled an entertainment venue in the mundane world.
“I can't drink anymore, my body can't take it,” Clay lay under the pavilion, constantly complaining.
Salena Carpenter held his mouth open, continuously pouring alcohol into it while saying, “No one leaves until the alcohol is finished today!”
Just as she spoke, Salena Carpenter's brow furrowed, and she immediately released Clay.
She quickly spun around and headed towards her cultivation room.
Upon arriving at the cultivation room, Salena Carpenter's frail body began to shake violently.
She stared at the mirror in front of her, her face turning somewhat pale.
At that moment, she felt completely weak as if she could collapse at any time.
This entire process lasted for over ten minutes, and only then did the feeling slowly fade.
She slowly stood up, speaking softly, “It lasted longer than last time.”
Fortunately, Salena Carpenter had a carefree nature; she did not give it much thought and turned to go out and continue drinking.
However, as she looked at the mirror, her face changed slightly.
For the sole reason that a single white hair had sprouted on her forehead.
Though there was only one, it was enough to indicate that the side effects of the Nirvana Body were becoming more and more apparent.
“What a joke.”
People might have thought Salena Carpenter would be grief-stricken, but instead, she muttered, plucked the white hair, and turned to walk out the door.
Upon returning to the pavilion, she looked at Clay and Alfred Freeman, who had fallen asleep, and muttered, “Well, I guess I need to find Gregory Hum- the alcohol capacity of these two is just too poor.”
“Miss Salena, Master Hum is in seclusion,” the two attendants beside her reminded her.
Salena Carpenter smacked her forehead, “Fine, later on, I'll go down the mountain to catch a few people.”
As she spoke, Salena Carpenter suddenly sensed a breath rapidly approaching.
She was very familiar with this breath; it belonged to the cultivators of the North Plain.
Salena Carpenter's eyebrows furrowed, she looked at the two attendants and said, “Bring them to the cultivation room.”
These two attendants naturally didn't dare to argue, and quickly dragged Clay and Alfred Freeman to the cultivation room.
Afterward, Salena Carpenter leaped and arrived at the entrance of Nexinton Mountain, silently waiting for the arrival of the two.
A few minutes later, the two Great Godly Kings arrived at Nexinton Mountain.
They looked down at Salena Carpenter and said indifferently, “It seems you detected us early.”
Salena Carpenter snorted, “The stench on you, even if it's a thousand stars away, is extremely irritating.”
Chapter end
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