"Did my friend truly delve so deeply into the power of ti?"
The voice of Azure Cloud trembled slightly, able to interfere with battles in the Heaven-Burying Cave area.
If one only grasped the surface of this power, it’s absolutely impossible to get involved.
"Master, if I wish to find her, do you have a way?"
Ethan Smith asked solemnly.
"Absolutely not! The person who can influence this Great war must be found only in one place. Even a tribulation stage seven God would dare not enter, as the Ti Power has already transcended the realm of strength, and one little mistake can lead to eternal ruin within."
Azure Cloud’s face changed dramatically, quickly voicing his objection.
"Moreover, I have one thing I am unsure whether or not I should say."
"Spit it out already. Don’t keep in suspense here like fishing with a hook."
Fatty grabbed Azure Cloud’s robe.
"Alright, alright, alright, little Fatty, don’t rush."
Azure Cloud was startled by Sithur Fatty, although this little Fatty held mighty status and power.
But the treasure he carried was likely enough to suppress him randomly, and this reckless boy might indeed beat him up.
"The Northwestern Ghost Capital in the Saint’s World, your clan’s Temporal Hall also originates from that region. It is rumored to lead to the Land of Ti Origin, and in that place resides the God of Ti, where even the living beings bewildered there possess the might of the Ti Power, but the weakest of them are entities we find difficult to contend with."
Azure Cloud ticulously explained the information he had gathered.
Upon hearing of this place, Fatty too showed a slight change in his complexion.
For the Temporal Hall, the Sithur Family suffered substantial losses back in the day. Even when deploying the top three forces of the family, the ultimate result was unable to return safely, with two cultivators forever remaining in that place, designating the Northwestern Ghost Capital as an extrely perilous location for the Sithur clan, forbidding their people from entering.
"Fatty, elaborate on the information your family had at that ti."
Ethan Smith furrowed his brow and said.
"Back then, it was over four hundred years ago, coinciding with the tiline of Path Profound’s fall. At that ti, the Northwestern Ghost Capital emitted intense energy fluctuations; normally, Ti Beasts don’t exist on the periphery, yet soone accidentally found a ’Phantom Light Deer’, prompting the clan to capture this beast. The result was two Holy spirits sacrificed to finally capture this Phantom Light Deer, eventually refining it into the Temporal Hall."
Fatty narrated to Ethan Smith in detail, involuntarily glancing at him just hearing the na.
"Ethan Smith Boss, if it were anywhere else, I certainly wouldn’t counsel you, but without assurance, don’t venture into that place. Back then, our family had three Holy spirit experts go in, with two never returning. Those who survived are now elder and frail, saying it is the place where they felt most powerless."
Ethan Smith furrowed his brow, being endowed with such powerless strength even for Holy Spirit Realm experts is rather troubleso.
"Boss, if you beco trapped within, it would rely let the person who wants to save you feel frustrated; she would rather face backlash yet aid you, but in the end, you would be engulfed in a greater fog, which is not what she wishes to see."
Sithur Fatty shook his head in dissuasion, knowing the Sithur Family could boldly face three Holy Venerables.
It’s no match for re chickens and wild dogs; even the clan’s supre decision regards this place as dangerous, indicating that it’s a real dead zone.
"Fatty, use all the power of the Temporal Hall to influence ."
Ethan Smith hesitated for a mont, then suddenly said.
The logic wasn’t wrong, yet Ethan Smith now knew Ella Jenkins is in the Northwestern Ghost Capital.
Moreover, she might be trapped there because of him. If Ethan Smith doesn’t attempt a bit, he would never be able to overco his inner demons.
"Alright!"
Previously, Sithur Fatty had also used the Divine Origin and Beginning Slashes Stone’s power to refine the Temporal Hall.
At this mont, this Temporal Artifact was more powerful than when given to Ken Middleton, as he summoned the Temporal Hall.
In the area Ethan Smith was located, all the energy seed to be replaced by the power of the Temporal Hall.
Is this the Ti Power?
Ethan Smith inhaled sharply.
Unable to move, unable to utilize his bodily strength?
At this mont, Fatty rely imprisoned him without utilizing any other lethal moves.
Ti paralysis!
The flowing ti abruptly halted.
Fatty’s face suddenly turned pale, striving to let Ethan Smith grasp the terror of this power, using all his strength without employing this non-lethal force.
How terrifying, even the powers of creation couldn’t be employed.
Ti paralyzed, everything here beca void.
From one side, this area is akin to an abandoned place, a realm of nothingness, a realm of stillness.
Which is precisely ti standing still!
A dagger grandpa, dreamlike power, powers of creation.
Ethan Smith’s thoughts flickered by, yet he still couldn’t comnce.
If he can’t break free a sliver from this power, then he will be permanently trapped within.
Whoosh!
A faint breath emanated from the air, akin to an old ox drinking water.
Rippling waves radiated from space, suddenly transforming Sithur Fatty’s expression.
Why should there be such waves during ti paralysis?
Even for Holy spirit experts, achieving this is hard!
In an instant, half of Ethan Smith’s body slowly ’dissolved’.
The grand path akin to water waves integrated within.
His arm transford into an aged Ancient Sword.
A bit of Golden Light erupted at the sword’s tip.
Countless cracks illuminated the ti barrier, with those cracks gradually expanding and ultimately emitting a crisp sound.
Ping!
The Temporal Hall heavily fell to the ground; the original layer of spiritual rhy ti power.
At that mont, due to Ethan Smith’s arm striking through, that layer of power nearly vanished.
Sithur Fatty suddenly showed a fearful expression, strands of white hair began to surface at his hair’s ends.
His body also beca stricken with backlash, visibly aging rapidly.
Not good!
Ethan Smith clapped his palm, powers of creation surged forth.
In an instant, all of the weakened ti power was expelled from Sithur Fatty’s body.
"Damn so fierce!"
Sithur Fatty, seeing Ethan Smith decisively repelling the ti power, was sowhat at a loss for words.
Moreover, the recent Temporal Hall-derived ti paralysis would indeed make even Holy spirit experts wary.
He had just unleashed this move hoping to confine Ethan Smith, making him abandon the thought of heading to the Northwestern Ghost Capital.
"Not restored?"
Ethan Smith looked at the white hair on Sithur Fatty’s ends, even though he shattered this power, the Lifespan Sithur Fatty devoured hadn’t returned.
"This is the backlash from using the Ti Power, if it wasn’t for your Pinnacle Force shattering it earlier."
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