Staring at the scene before him, Ethan Smithâs eyes widened.
In this room, besides a huge array platform, there were walls filled with rows upon rows of bottles and jars!
It seemed that there was something flowing inside these jars, resembling both gas and liquid. They appeared to have some sort of life consciousness as they continuously wriggled within the jars.
At first glance, there were at least tens of thousands of such bottles!
âThese⦠are the powers of creation?â Ethan Smith whispered under his breath.
For some reason, he felt an uncomfortable feeling in his heart.
Tristram Massy climbed up from the ground, and beside his array platform, there was a huge earthen jar.
At this moment, there was some golden gas in the jar.
âEthan Smith, you killed my son, Iâll definitely take my revenge!â Tristram Massy gritted his teeth as he spoke.
Although he said these harsh words, Tristram Massy spoke with very little confidence, and his body was even trembling.
Ethan Smith completely ignored his threat and pointed at the jars on the surrounding walls, asking, âIs this the power of creation? What exactly is this substance, and how do you use it?â
Tristram Massy was taken aback and angrily said, âEthan Smith! You barged into my house, killed my son, and youâre acting like nothing happened. Youâre not taking me seriously at all!â
Ethan Smith frowned, took a step forward, and suddenly reached out with his golden palm.
His palm firmly gripped Tristram Massyâs neck, lifting him into mid-air.
The terrifying force instantly choked off Tristram Massyâs vital energy, rendering him unable to move!
âYouâre not even my match, what tough words are you using here,â Ethan Smith said coldly.
Tristram Massy struggled desperately, his pupils filled with fear!
He was a Marquis as well, yet in front of Ethan, he was like a helpless three-year-old child, without any power to fight back!
Ethan loosened his grip on Tristram Massy, throwing him to the ground.
Afterward, Ethan Smith slapped his palms together and coldly spoke, âIf you donât want to die, then honestly answer my questions.â
Tristram Massy was scared, he picked himself off the ground and hesitantly said, âYou⦠you go ahead.â
Ethan Smith pointed to the surrounding bottles and jars and asked, âWhat are these, exactly?â
Tristram Massy whispered, âThese are the powers of creation, drawn from human beingsâ¦â
âPowers of creation? What is that?â Ethanâs eyes narrowed.
Tristram Massy explained, âThe power of creation is an extremely peculiar divine power, I donât know how to explain it, but the subtlety it brings is immense.â
Ethan indicated for Tristram Massy to continue speaking.
Tristram Massy coughed and continued, âI donât know if youâve heard of the power of faith.â
Ethan Smith nodded slightly and said, âI heard itâs a power from within religion.â
âTo be more accurate, itâs the power of human belief. This power is both pure and terrifying!â Tristram Massy said.
âAs for this power of creation, itâs the power formed by creation itself. This power is not limited to humans, but all objects with fate can generate the powers of creation.â
Hearing this, Ethan Smith couldnât help but be shocked.
There really were such strange powers in the world? It was unheard of!
In just a few short days, Ethanâs worldview had almost been turned upside down!
âSo youâre saying⦠the power of creation in Gyeon City has really been drawn by you?â Ethan frowned.
Tristram Massy didnât hide anything, he nodded and said, âThatâs right, most of the powers of creation you see in front of you come from Gyeon City.â
Ethan Smith fell silent, lowering his head to look at the jar on the array platform.
Inside the jar, golden gas was flowing.
âIs this my own power of creation?â Ethan asked.
Tristram Massy nodded, âYes, but I only took a portion of itâ¦â
Ethan Smith was even more shocked. He picked up the jar and carefully examined it.
In the jar, the so-called powers of creation were clusters of gas.
These gas clusters were barely distinguishable from the surrounding air, showing no fluctuations.
âWhatâs the use of the power of creation?â Ethan asked.
Tristram Massy said, âThe power of creation is, simply put, fate. The power brought by fate is infinite.â
âNot only can it enhance a personâs cultivation, but it can also change oneâs destiny and upper limits! Itâs one of the most powerful and precious powers!â
Ethan was even more astonished.
There were actually such techniques in the world?
Itâs one thing to forcefully seize someoneâs cultivation, but to forcefully seize someoneâs fate as well?
âWhat will happen to those who have their powers of creation stripped away?â Ethan asked.
Tristram Massy hastily said, âOnce the power of creation is stripped away, the person will be extremely unlucky and need a long time to recoverâ¦â
As he spoke, Tristram Massy quickly added, âI only took Gyeon Cityâs fate for ten years, and next year will be the last one!â
Ethan scanned the surroundings and asked with some confusion, âThen why did you choose to stay in Gyeon City instead of going to another city?â
Tristram Massy furrowed his brow, seemingly hesitant.
Ethan said coldly, âIf you donât want to die, I can strip your life away right now.â
Tristram Massy had no choice but to say, âMany cities cannot have their powers of creation taken. To seize the fate of a city is very difficult, and many conditions must be met.â
âFor example, the city must be new, it must have a long fate, and there are also great restrictions on the terrainâ¦â
âI searched for many years, and only Gyeon City met the requirementsâ¦â
Ethan was still somewhat puzzled and couldnât help asking, âWhy not just seize individuals? Like geniuses or elegantly dressed young men, their fate must be excellent, right?â
Tristram Massy nodded and said, âNormally, it would be like that, but in practice, itâs not that easy.â
âThe seizure of individuals is easily discovered.â
âAnd the fate of large families is usually vast, and with my ability, I canât forcibly seize it, it would even bring disaster upon me.â
Ethanâs face darkened.
He coldly said, âSo, your technique can only bully the weak and steal their fate?â
âYes⦠yes, itâs more or less like thatâ¦â Tristram Massy muttered.
Ethan had a sudden urge to slap Tristram Massy dead on the spot.
Regular peopleâs fate was already difficult enough, and now they had to deal with this technique secretly taking it away. Life was too hard.
âGive their fate back,â Ethan said, frowning at the walls full of bottles and jars.
Tristram Massy awkwardly said, âOnce the powers of creation are drawn, they canât be returnedâ¦â
âItâs like the power of faith, itâs a one-way flow.â
Ethanâs frown deepened.
Standing there for a long time, Ethan finally sighed helplessly, âAh, then I can only bear the pain and absorb these powers of creation.â