Chapter 1073: Chapter 1073: Cursing Right Off the Bat_1 Chapter 1073: Chapter 1073: Cursing Right Off the Bat_1 Ethan Smith extended a strand of his divine sense, intending to delve into the painting.
At that mont, Star stopped Ethan, shaking his head and said, “I have to warn you in advance, once your divine sense enters, it will take at least a month.”
“During this month, your physical body won’t be able to do anything, and you will face potential dangers.”
Hearing this, Ethan imdiately frowned.
*A month? That’s way too long.*
*Right now, I’m in the eye of the storm, and there’s no telling if sothing unexpected might happen during this month.*
Ethan withdrew his divine sense. Fixing his gaze on the painting, he said in a low voice, “It seems that I can’t enter for the ti being.”
*The Second Secret Realm has just been taken down, and too many changes are unfolding.*
“Understood,” Ethan nodded to Star.
Star said no more and turned to leave.
Just then, Ethan grabbed Star’s arm and asked, “Where are you planning to go?”
“I don’t know,” Star replied with a shake of his head.
Ethan chuckled and said, “In that case, why don’t you stay?”
“Stay?” Star furrowed his brows slightly.
Ethan nodded and replied, “The Second Secret Realm has only just fallen into our hands, and we are short of manpower. Stay here.”
Star glanced at Crane and said, “You already have so many capable individuals by your side. What do you need for?”
Crane coldly said, “I’m just here to lend a hand. I’ll be leaving soon.”
Ethan smiled and said, “That settles it. No need to argue further.”
“Besides, I’ll eventually head to that so-called Paramount Mystic Realm. Don’t you want to see what the world of mighty realm cultivators is like?”
Star froze montarily, then fell silent.
After a brief pause, he nodded and said, “Very well, thank you.”
With Star staying to assist, Ethan indeed felt relieved to so extent.
Back in the Great Hall, Crane seed ready to leave as well.
“Since there’s no way to quickly enter the Paramount Mystic Realm, staying here serves no purpose,” Crane said.
“Leaving already? Isn’t that a bit rushed?” Ethan asked with a frown.
“What’s wrong? Can’t bear to let go?” Crane teased lightly.
“Oh, shut up,” Ethan rolled his eyes.
Crane burst into hearty laughter and stood up, saying, “Alright, I should enter closed-door cultivation. Although stepping into the mighty realm is difficult, it doesn’t an it’s impossible.”
Upon hearing this, Ethan exclaid, “You’re attempting to break into the mighty realm?”
“Perhaps,” Crane replied while rising from his seat.
“Alright, no need to see off. I’m leaving,” Crane waved his hand and transford into a breeze, turning to leave. His departure was nonchalant, not even giving Ethan a chance to bid farewell.
Staring in the direction Crane had left, Ethan muttered under his breath, “I need to seriously consider my next steps.”
…
The Second Secret Realm had temporarily cald down.
anwhile, the outside world still buzzed with discussions about Ethan Smith’s epic battle.
That day.
Jackson Harris suddenly erged from Heaven Gate and arrived at the Second Secret Realm.
“The battle zone is holding a eting,” Jackson Harris handed Ethan an invitation.
Ethan accepted the invitation and skimd it. Written on it were the ti and location.
The eting was titled the “Secret Realm Conference,” inviting attendees primarily from secret realm lords and mbers of the Martial Arts Aristocracy.
*What a headache,* Ethan thought, tossing the invitation back to Jackson Harris. “Senior Harris, you should attend to this matter instead.”
Jackson Harris shook his head and said, “They specifically requested your presence.”
Ethan imdiately felt a sense of helplessness.
*Once a person becos famous, countless troubles follow.*
“I really wonder what the purpose of this eting is,” Ethan muttered.
“With the Second Secret Realm gone, the future developnt of the Capital City Martial Arts Association naturally needs discussion and decision,” Jackson said.
“Go, all the prominent figures in the martial arts world will surely attend.”
Ethan nodded, flashing a bitter smile, “Looks like I have no choice but to go.”
The eting was scheduled for the next morning, and the venue was the Capital City Martial Arts Association’s Conference Room.
That evening.
Ethan lay on his bed, fiddling with the token Emily Taylor had given him.
“I wonder how she’s doing now,” Ethan murmured softly.
*The longing surged within him, clawing at his heart and leaving him restless.*
“I can’t wait to see what that world truly looks like,” Ethan sighed slightly.
*But Ethan knew deep down that it must be a much broader world, where the ultimate elites from all corners would converge and compete.*
“Wait for …” Ethan tightly gripped the jade pendant.
The next day.
Ethan left the Second Secret Realm early and arrived near the eting room.
By now, many unfamiliar faces had already appeared there.
“Greetings, Mr. Smith!” Soone stepped forward to greet Ethan.
“I truly didn’t expect the Second Secret Realm to collapse at the hands of Mr. Smith. What an unparalleled feat!”
“We deeply admire Mr. Smith!”
Ethan responded to each person, though he appeared sowhat reluctant.
*These social niceties had always been a challenge for Ethan.*
As more people gathered near the conference room, the secret realm lords had seemingly all arrived.
Just then, Ethan caught sight of a familiar figure.
This wasn’t anyone else—it was Dominic Taylor.
Their gazes t, instantly igniting an inexplicable spark. Even the air seed to grow tense.
Those nearby also sensed the collision of such energy, hastily stepping away to clear an empty path between them.
“You fucking idiot!”
Ethan glared at Dominic Taylor and cursed directly.
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