Ethan Smith slowly opened his eyes in a daze, looking at this world of nothingness, and his eyes suddenly constricted!
Not far from him, a ragged-looking youngster was clenching his fists tightly.
He wasn't tall, only about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a very weak aura. You could see faint traces of injuries on him, as if he had just been bullied. His frail body looked pitiable.
But it was this skinny young boy whose eyes were filled with an incredibly bright determination, as if they were ablaze.
The boy slowly raised his head and looked at the high sky filled with golden clouds, like golden rivers in the sky.
On him, Ethan Smith seemed to have seen an invisible momentum. This power was extremely moving, as if it had already witnessed his future strength.
"This boy... is Clayton Schmidt!" Ethan Smith exclaimed in surprise!
Could it be that the Traceless Immortal Scripture left behind is the trace of Clayton's practice?