The "Seal" Talisman vibrated violently, and the two forces unexpectedly reached a brief stalemate.
It got stronger again!
The Rakshasa’s face was filled with shock.
This Reality Talisman was personally drawn by the true master, the Burning Lamp of the Buddhist School.
It allows one to stand in reality and break through the dreamscape.
At the very beginning, Ethan Smith’s Path of Dreams power was barely a match.
But after all this ti, his Aura of the Night seed to have undergone a fundantal change.
He could actually briefly counter this Reality "Talisman."
Whizz!
The "Seal" Talisman transford into an arrow, piercing through Ethan Smith’s body.
"He’s entered the channel again!"
The Rakshasa said helplessly.
The power of the Path of Dreams was nearly invincible.
Plus, now that Ethan Smith was subjected to Divine Enthronent, they could only confine him here without any other way.
Moreover, Harold Sithur hadn’t instructed the use of powerful magical artifacts, perhaps to study the changes in Ethan Smith during combat.
"No worries, this space here has been completely sealed, even using the ’Soul-Sealing’ Ring cannot escape from here."
Ahu bitterly smiled as he helped the Rakshasa up from the ground.
Within the channel, Ethan Smith was slowly strolling through that starry passage.
At this mont, in the distant Nineteenth Hell, the one like a moon disc hovering overhead.
When Ethan Smith reached a location, its shape seed much larger compared to before.
He seed to be much closer to the distance of the Nineteenth Hell.
Ethan Smith looked up at that space.
For a long ti, he shook his head slightly.
Ten streams of energy split from his body.
This was his Divine Soul division, his ten divided souls surged into the starlit area on both sides of the channel.
Simultaneously entering a dream! This was a technique he used before when confronting Heavenly Sin.
Being like a dream itself ant residing within another person, experiencing a lifeti from a third-person perspective.
This is like a dream; such dream entry greatly strengthens the Divine Soul.
But it can easily cause a great price, even for Ethan Smith it has been just over eight hundred years.
And a martial artist with so cultivation could reach about 150 years of age.
Not to ntion so cultivation practitioners, whose average age is over five hundred years.
This long-term dream entry can cause so fundantal cognitive changes in the subconscious.
Simply put, once entering a butcher’s dream,
He would have almost no compassion for all kinds of at animals; to him, they are just simple at.
This consciousness, under years of influence, would impact the essential thinking of the "residing" person.
But now, Ethan Smith’s fundantal Divine Soul is already in the God-Sealing Panel.
Now, he is just instinctively pursuing strong power.
To so extent, he no longer has an autonomous Divine Soul.
When Ethan Smith in the God-Sealing Panel tore through it, manifesting in his flesh, that faint mutual influence was entirely severed.
Now, he can be said to be a walking corpse pursuing power.
Also, a puppet controlled by the God-Sealing Panel, once summoned, his body acts as strangely as the Nine Netherworld Cliff before.
The remaining original soul of Ethan Smith stood between spaces, his pupils flashed with countless images, and his lips curved into a strange smile.
Under the eerie glow of the Soul-Sealing channel, this bizarre smile seed extrely deep and frightening.
It seed that such a long life was alternatively a kind of enjoynt for him.
His body burst into night flas, and his Divine Soul power surged at a terrifying speed.
Still, it could continue, Ethan Smith’s body split into two more people again.
And then once more like a dream, in this lifeti-long dreamscape.
Ethan Smith just quietly waited, without using the power of the Nightmare of Hell.
Because that power, though capable of influencing the thoughts of the drear, would also destroy the key for him to continue enhancing his power.
This is a terrifying process; during this dream, Ethan Smith eventually divided into twenty people.
Simultaneously entering the lives of twenty people with one person’s soul, among them were Demon Cultivators, Buddhist practitioners, Path practitioners, etc.
One even lived as long as three thousand years, equivalent to four lifetis of Ethan Smith.
But at this mont, Ethan Smith, over these three thousand years, was like a fossil long deceased.
Quietly waiting for the return of divided souls in the Soul-Sealing channel.
Countless information-laden images circulated beside him, with a fist-sized space storing an ocean of information.
This information is all the experiences of the drears he currently was.
However, what exactly are these dreamscapes?
Are they the dreams stored by deceased souls of the Nineteenth Hell, or is this place itself the endpoint of dreams?
Ethan Smith’s original soul waited quietly, but his gaze never left the starry sky above the channels.
This smiling starlight represented a person’s lifeti.
So how did these starlights co into being?
Amidst countless information entering his Sea of Knowledge, Ethan Smith crazily deduced like a machine.
A green mist suddenly exploded beside him, each wisp of mist containing a shrill scream.
When the divine sense wraps entirely within, one finds that in this explosion of the divine sense object,
Countless chaotic thoughts erge, and this power is different from Divine Power.
A single derivative of it would make one feel like experiencing hundreds of reincarnations; in this divine sense’s explosive mist, these violent forces would drive soone mad in an instant.
Unless soone has an exceptionally steadfast mind, they cannot withstand this for even a second.
As Ethan Smith continued deducing, several clusters of power exploded once more.
"Is this the limit?"
Ethan Smith slightly frowned, stopping the action of further deduction.
One after another, the divided souls gradually returned, and as these divided souls kept coming back,
A different kind of energy surged from Ethan Smith, as viscous as magma.
It slowly spread from Ethan Smith’s head, then gradually dripped covering most of his cheeks.
The red viscous power slowly spread out until the blood-red power completely covered Ethan Smith’s face.
Ethan Smith’s body disappeared from its place, reappearing in the Heavenly Treasure Continent.
"He’s out! Be careful!"
The Rakshasa and Ahu showed solemn expressions on their faces.
In this period, they had confronted Ethan Smith several tis.
Every ti he entered the channel, he made new breakthroughs; who knows what this ti would bring.
Moreover, it seed that Ethan Smith in front had undergone so changes.
That blood-red power flowed like magma on his face, also emanating a pulse that made them feel uneasy.
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