Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast Chapter 1701 - 1701 629 The Mythical Era The Sixth Evolution

Chapter 1701: Chapter 629 The Mythical Era, The Sixth Evolution Chapter 1701: Chapter 629 The Mythical Era, The Sixth Evolution On the street, two young n and won of distinguished temperant walked side by side, holding roasted sweet potatoes they’d bought from a street stall, which looked sowhat out of place.

There was an invisible power enveloping them, and when they walked past people on the street, not one person noticed them.

After taking a bite of the sweet potato roasted by a Mythical King, Jack Clark felt sowhat emotional: “I didn’t expect that Heritage Token to have been left by you, Sherry.”

Back then, it was thanks to the Violent Dragon civilization’s Seal Token that the talent and laws of the Ti Silver Butterfly were sealed.

Otherwise, given the special nature of the ti-manipulating Titan creatures, even if Jack’s strength was greater than that of the Ti Silver Butterfly, he would not have been able to slay it as it could have escaped into the Ti Rift at any mont.

Sherry Williams smiled with a twinkle in her eye: “At that ti, I was bored recovering from an injury and casually taught those different races the War Pattern Cultivation thods, taking them in as subordinates to handle so miscellaneous tasks.”

“I never expected that the token I left behind on a whim would be found by Brother Clark you, a thousand years later. I can’t help but marvel at the magic of Destiny.”

“Indeed,” Jack Clark nodded in agreent.

Because the power in the Heritage Token was activated by Jack Clark, Sherry Williams sensed it imdiately and was curious enough to seek him out proactively.

So even without the Void True Emperor’s location, Sherry Williams would have found this place on her own.

That’s why she marveled at the mysterious ways of Destiny.

Soon, Jack Clark’s ho ca into view.

It was just past ten in the morning, and Doris Clark, who was off today, was picking vegetables in the courtyard, assisted by Gwen Gail’s mother, Aunt Roe.

The two won chatted, mainly discussing Glenn Clark’s earning the title of the first among the young generation in the Global Martial Arts Competition, so they did not notice Jack Clark and Sherry Williams coming in.

Jack Clark spoke up: “Mom, I’m back.”

“Jack, you’re back,” Doris Clark turned around, surprised and delighted.

“Yeah, I’ve finished things on that side and ca back to check in,” Jack said to Gwen Gail’s mother with a nod, “Aunt Roe, hello.”

“Hello, hello, Divine Martial Sir,” Erica Roe was a bit nervous.

Jack Clark smiled: “Aunt Roe, you can just call Jack Clark. Gwen, Sinclair, and I are friends and Senior Gail has also taken great care of . No need to be so formal.”

Erica Roe shook her head: “It’s different, we can’t neglect the formalities.”

Jack Clark was no longer just the person who had broken through to beco a Mythical King or a Heavenly King; he was now the strongest in the Human Alliance, a terrifying being whose power rivaled that of a Civilization Emperor.

“It’s good that you’re back, good that you’re back,” Doris Clark was sowhat excited.

During the previous Heaven-Earth Mutated event, the brief mont when Jack’s True Body collapsed after his ‘failed’ support, Doris inexplicably felt a heartache, almost dying of fright.

Thankfully later on, soone from the Federation told her that Jack Clark was okay, just slightly injured and ‘recovering’ in the Deification World, which barely cald her down.

At this ti, Doris Clark noticed Sherry Williams standing to the side with a hint of hesitance in her eyes: “Jack, who is this?”

When entering the Blue Star earlier, Sherry Williams had changed her outfit from a gorgeous ancient-style dress.

For example, her clothes had changed to a white long-sleeved T-shirt with a bright pink flower simply printed on it, and white slim-fit trousers, revealing a tall and slender figure.

Her shoes were blue high heels, and paired with her black hair tied back in a ponytail, she looked every bit the stylish and radiant urban beauty.

Sherry Williams was no stranger to modern civilization’s clothing and culture.

The civilization in the Lost World had developed to the modern era, but it was eventually destroyed due to a world-ending virus.

What made Doris Clark hesitant was that this unfamiliar woman was very beautiful, with an indescribably noble temperant, as if not a human, but an ancient deity, was standing before her.

Jack Clark smiled: “Mom, this is Sherry Williams, a friend of mine who has co from a faraway place. She ca back with this ti to visit you.”

Sara Williams greeted politely: “Aunt Roe, hello.”

“Hello, hello, don’t stand outside, co in and sit,” Doris Clark hurriedly nodded.

“Doris, I won’t go in right now, we can talk another ti,” being from a King’s Family, Erica Roe naturally wouldn’t intrude at this mont.

“Take care, Aunt Roe,” Jack Clark said with politeness, which left Erica Roe sowhat flustered.

Taking the lead to enter the house, Doris Clark lanted: “If I had known you’d be coming back, I would have bought more vegetables this morning. Now, we only have a bit of Green Jade Carving at and regular beef and pork.”

“No worries, Aunt Roe, just make whatever you can.”

“Right, Mom, anything will do. Eating, for us now, is more about tasting your cooking than necessity.”

Then Doris Clark asked: “Jack, how long can you stay this ti?”

Jack Clark shook his head: “Not long, we’ll leave after lunch. I need to go into Closed-door Cultivation to improve my strength, and Sherry has other matters to attend to.”

“I see,” Doris Clark was sowhat disappointed.

Since Jack Clark went to the Southern Battlefield, he rarely ca ho, and the longest stay was just two days before he had to leave in a hurry.

But Doris Clark understood, after all, Jack Clark’s status was different now, and he surely had many responsibilities, especially where cultivation could not be neglected.

If his power was insufficient when facing powerful enemies in the future, he would be the one to die.

As Doris Clark was heading to the kitchen, Sherry Williams took the initiative to follow: “Aunt Roe, let give you a hand.”

“No, no, Ms. Williams, you’re a guest, we can’t have you lifting a finger,” Doris Clark quickly refused.

“Don’t worry, Aunt Roe, I ‘used to’ cook often, I won’t be a burden. I’ll help you chop the vegetables, and you can just handle the cooking,” she offered.