The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Chapter 242 - 242: 153 “Nearly 200 years” and “Target Cultivation 4th Level” (Subscription Requested) _2

“No bother.”

Eldon nodded with a smile.

As his voice faded, Eldon lightly placed his hand on Milton Cheney’s shoulder, and the two disappeared on the spot.

Watching Milton disappear in front of him, Finn sighed.

Several decades had passed in a flash.

In the blink of an eye, his son was also about to leave the Skysea Sect and go on an adventure.

Time elapsed, two years passed.

Within the Eastern 12 Region.

Milton stopped at a city gate.

Eldon was not by his side; as a protector, Eldon would only act when he was in danger.

“Seven million years later, the original forest has turned into a giant city.”

Milton looked at the enormous city gate in front of him, feeling a bit emotional.

Seven million years ago, there was no city here, but a huge forest.

Milton had hidden something in the forest, but now it was probably gone.

One reason for Milton’s departure from the Skysea Sect was to see whether the things he had left behind were still there.

Without entering this city, Milton turned around and left.

The forest had disappeared and was replaced by a giant city, so the things he left behind could not possibly exist.

Over two years, Milton had visited three of the twelve places in the Eastern Region where he had left things during the last simulation.

All three places had changed significantly, and the things he had left behind naturally no longer existed.

Time passed, and four months later.

Milton stood before a sea region, gazing deeply at it before leaving.

The fourth place, still without anything.

Three months, six months, nine months.

One year, two years, three years.

Three years had passed, and Milton had traveled all over the Eastern Region.

One had to say that over seven million years, the world had changed dramatically.

The power of time is unimaginable.

He had visited all twelve places where he had left things, and there was nothing to be gained.

By now, Milton no longer had any hope. After all, it had been too long.

If it had been two or three hundred thousand years, there might still be some hope.

Milton treaded on the desert, leaving a trail of footprints in his wake.

It had been almost six years since he left the Skysea Sect, and during this period, Milton had never neglected the practice of Immortal Techniques.

Whenever he had time within these six years, Milton would practice Immortal Techniques without a trace of slack.

He did not lack cultivation resources because his father had prepared them for him before he left the Skysea Sect.

Suddenly, Milton’s thoughts were interrupted, and some chaotic noises reached his ears.

Seeing the slowly emerging figures in the distance, Milton’s face remained unchanged.

The dust was flying, and he heard the sound of horse hooves trampling on the desert quite clearly.

Knowing that these people were targeting him, Milton gently waved his hand, and the Cloud Sea Silk drilled out of his body.

The next moment, the Cloud Sea Silk flew at a speed that was hard to catch with the naked eye towards a spot not far from Milton.

The frantic expression of a middle-aged man on the Furious Horse froze on his face.

The Furious Horse was still rushing forward, but his head fell off.

“Thud! Thud! Thud!”

The sound of the head falling on the desert was not loud.

In the span of two seconds, all the people on the horse’s back became headless.

The Furious Horse, unaware, was still running wild, and its headless riders fell off one after another.

Fresh blood stained a large area of the desert. With a gust of wind, the fresh blood was buried again.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Milton’s face did not change, his pace remained steady, and the bodies on the ground did not catch his eye.

After Milton had walked some distance, an old man appeared next to the corpses.

The old man waved his hand, and the corpses vanished, even the blood did not remain.

“The little one’s tendency to kill is becoming heavier and heavier, which is somewhat different from his father.”

“But it’s quite good too. People with gentle methods can’t control a major sect.” Eldon murmured to himself.

The first time Milton unemotionally killed dozens of people a few years ago, he was a bit surprised.

He found that the little guy seemed to have a natural disregard for life.

Shaking his head, Eldon disappeared on the spot.

Killing those people was justified; a group of ordinary people daring to plot against a cultivator, dying at the hand of the cultivator, served them right.

Time passed, and six months later.

“Little guy, if you go any further, you’ll be in the North Region. Your father won’t agree to you leaving the Eastern Region.”

Eldon suddenly appeared next to Milton and said softly.

If Milton encountered any danger within the Eastern Region, Finn could almost arrive at the scene instantly.

But if he left the Eastern Region to go to other large regions, if Milton encountered danger that even he couldn’t solve, Finn couldn’t make it to him directly.

So before leaving the Skysea Sect, Finn had instructed him not to let Milton leave the Eastern Region.

That’s why he showed up at Milton’s side now.

“Eldon. ”

Milton stopped walking and spoke respectfully.

In six years, this was the first time Eldon had appeared in front of him.

He knew the meaning behind Eldon’s words. He glanced at the boundary of the Eastern Region and finally nodded.

He knew that with his father’s instructions, Eldon wouldn’t let him leave the Eastern Region. “Let’s go. Let’s go back to the Skysea Sect.”

Milton said softly.

Over six years, Milton had verified what he wanted to. Now he should return to the sect and concentrate on the practice of Immortal Techniques..