Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 1665

Chapter 1665: Chapter 164: Legends of the Eastern Land Chapter 1665: Chapter 164: Legends of the Eastern Land “Eastern Land?” Ethan Smith was taken aback.

Was this the reason that Forrest Middleton asked him to go to the Eastern Land?

It shouldn't be right. In all his time in the Southern Province, Ethan had never even heard of the Eastern Land. If it hadn't been for Forrest mentioning it, Ethan might never have known about this place in his entire life!

A place with such outstanding people and extraordinary landscape should not be so unknown.

Ethan fell silent and looked towards Mater Frrero, wanting to ask something else, but Frrero had already turned and walked away, apparently not interested in discussing it further.

With no other option, Ethan had to leave for the time being.

Before leaving, Ethan made a point of strolling around the library, trying to see if he could find any technique related to Rashomon.

Unfortunately, his search was fruitless.

So, Ethan left the library and headed towards Cultivation Mountain.

Atop Cultivation Mountain.

It was still as enchanting as ever.

Underneath a huge tree, there was a wooden table, and Ethan Smith and Forrest Middleton sat facing each other.

In front of them was a pot of tea, its fragrance overflowing and leaving people intoxicated.

“You've been to the library?” Forrest Middleton poured Ethan a cup of tea and asked casually.

Ethan nodded and replied, “I just came from there.”

“What did you find?” asked Forrest.

Ethan said gravely, “I discovered that the Eastern Land used to be a blessed land in the Southern Province, a place where countless Tribulation Stage Great Cultivators were born.”

“What else?” Forrest continued to ask.

“And… none of these bloodlines survived. As for the Eastern Land, it has become an unknown place.” Ethan continued.

Forrest stared at Ethan and asked, “Is that all?”

Ethan opened his mouth, but for a moment, he didn't quite understand what Forrest meant.

Forrest said lightly, “Have you ever thought about why the Eastern Land has fallen to this state today? Why did not a single one of the Eastern Land's bloodlines survive?”

“I don't know. That's what's been bothering me.” Ethan sighed.

Forrest slowly stood up, his hands clasped behind his back, and said indifferently, “I can tell you, the Eastern Land has now become a desert, devoid of people, a true no man's land.”

“As I thought…” Ethan muttered under his breath, as if he had guessed something.

Forrest continued, “Isn't this inconsistent with common sense? Combining all these factors, have you ever thought about the reason?”

Ethan remained silent, supporting his chin, seemingly lost in thought.

Forrest was in no hurry either, standing there waiting quietly.

For several hours, Ethan didn't say a word, as if he had fallen into a meditative state.

Just then, Ethan suddenly woke up.

He looked at Forrest and said solemnly, “Could it be… the Tribulation Stage Great Cultivators have exhausted all the luck of the Eastern Land?”

A hint of satisfaction appeared on Forrest's face.

Hands clasped behind his back, he said lightly, “Fortunately, you didn't disappoint me.”

Ethan exclaimed, “Is it really because of this reason?”

Forrest didn't directly answer the question but said, “Throughout the history of the Holy Region, every place has had its ups and downs. It's like a cycle. Today, the Eastern Land is a desert, and tomorrow's Central Province may not be any different.”

“The explosive emergence of Tribulation Stage Cultivators in the Eastern Land would inevitably exhaust the luck of a region. The future Central Province may suffer the same fate,” said Forrest.

Ethan couldn't help but look at Forrest with shock on his face, as at this moment, he suddenly realized Forrest's great wisdom.

A meticulous person, someone who could overlook the past, he was probably more powerful than he had imagined!

In the vast Southern Province, even in the entire Holy Region, the number of people who could think of these things might be very few.

Everyone was desperately absorbing resources, but who would think about the consequences?

“Do you know why I ask you to go to the Eastern Land?” At this time, Forrest suddenly asked.

Ethan thought for a moment and said, “Is it… to let me find some treasure?”

Forrest, with his hands clasped behind his back, said indifferently, “The Eastern Land was once a place of outstanding people and extraordinary landscape, where the influx of countless powerful cultivators exhausted the luck of the area. This atmosphere would be difficult to recover for tens of thousands of years.”

“But now it's different,” said Forrest, looking at Ethan.

“In this Great Era, everything will be reshuffled. No aristocratic families or sects can escape it. Everyone has the opportunity to stand at the peak and create history.”

Ethan nodded slightly in agreement.

Forrest continued, “Besides the sects and aristocratic families, the same goes for luck.”

“The East state was once a blessed land, and today's East state is the same. Why should I go to the Central Province? At least now is not the time.”

Ethan suddenly realized, and he stood up abruptly, with a hint of admiration on his face.

“Why are you telling me all this?” Ethan asked doubtfully.

Forrest glanced at Ethan and said, “Because I want to.”

Ethan opened his mouth but was at a loss for words.

“I'm still curious, why don't you go to the Eastern Land yourself?” Ethan asked in surprise.

Forrest, hands clasped behind his back, said lightly, “Soon.”

Ethan was speechless again. It was clear that if Forrest wanted to say something, even if he didn't ask, he would say it. But if he didn't want to say it, asking would be useless.

“Thank you,” said Ethan sincerely.

After tossing out this sentence, Ethan turned and prepared to leave.

“I'm looking forward to crossing swords with you one day.”

At that moment, Forrest's voice came from behind.

Ethan paused and then laughed, saying, “Me too.”

With that, he descended from the Cultivation Mountain.

Ethan didn't know when Denton Horton would fully revive, so he didn't dare to waste time.

Before heading to the Eastern Land, Ethan planned to visit old friends, such as Gregory Hum, and also Justin Vasquez.

If he could have them join him in his journey, it would be even better.

When Ethan arrived at Bamboo Mountain, he found that the entrance to the mountain was locked and Gregory Hum had started his closed-door cultivation.

With no other option, Ethan had to leave and head towards the Vasquez family.

At the Vasquez family residence.

In contrast to its usual hustle and bustle, it looked rather deserted today.

Ethan released his divine sense, covering more than half of the Vasquez family and quickly locating Justin Vasquez's figure.

Besides Justin Vasquez, there seemed to be someone else standing next to him.

This person's aura was not weak and was on par with Justin.

Without giving it much thought, Ethan followed the aura and walked over quickly.

When Ethan approached, he found that the person standing next to Justin Vasquez was none other than Guinevere Lee.

“Guinevere Lee…” Ethan's eyebrows furrowed, and a hint of disgust flashed across his face.

Justin also looked rather embarrassed. He looked helplessly at Guinevere and said, “Can you please leave? I told you, I don't want to see you right now.”

Guinevere seemed somewhat afraid of Ethan and did not dare to say more. She turned around and planned to leave.

“Wait.”

At this moment, Ethan suddenly called out to Guinevere.

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