Minos had acted to the best of his abilities, as quickly as possible, both to eliminate his opponents without giving them a chance to send crucial information about him and to erase their tracks.

Because of his current spatial abilities, Minos could not only make it impossible for one to chase him down the tracks of a wormhole, but he could also hinder investigators from probing his aura or his techniques when he used them.

Because of these abilities he gained after years of stealing the cultivation and understanding imbued in the giant bones, he had ways of protecting himself from investigators.

However, this was not an exact science, and someone with a problematic innate ability or an eyewitness could still harm him somehow.

He hadn't seen anyone near where he had battled, but there was no way he could be sure that there wasn't someone watching the sea in that position where the battle had taken place.

So Minos was at this instant quite frustrated, fearful that someone would be able to identify him.

"Sigh... I have to get into the Ancestral Sea as soon as possible!" He muttered to himself as he watched the sea ahead of him on the deck of his yacht.

In front of him, only water could be observed amidst this sunny and hot day.

The strong smell of the sea air was present while the movements of the water swayed Minos' yacht, capable of making the most sensitive feel the urge to vomit.

Minos was not sensitive to this, so he stood there as he thought about his situation. 'In any case, as long as I can get into the Ancestral Sea, even if I am identified, I doubt anyone will be able to intercept me.'

Minos trusted the protection Henricus Longus had given him regarding his future, something he knew that now and then, someone would try to guess at something and end up going wrong.

Recently this had happened again, but Minos hadn't even bothered.

So without a seer being able to tell where he was going and his tracks having been erased, even if someone identified him as the Stuart Emperor, it would be tough to find him in a short time.

That was because the Ancestral Sea was massive. With every hour of Minos' escape, someone investigating him would have a few dozen more square miles to investigate.

If they took too long, even if they knew who he was and that he was navigating these waters, finding him could very well become an almost impossible task!

Since Minos only needed a few weeks to reach his destination, he was not so concerned about being interrupted.

At most, he considered the problems he would have on returning to the Black Plain if he was identified.

However, he could no longer do anything about it and soon tried to put that matter aside to proceed with his journey.

"Sigh... In no more than two days, I will enter the area where powerful beasts can already be found, so I have to take the time to prepare better!

I'll cultivate while I can because, after that, I'll most likely have to focus on staying away from these sea creatures or even interacting with them."

He muttered, planning and predicting what would happen next.

...

After two hours since Minos' escape through a wormhole...

The vicinity from where he had left was filled with coast guard vessels, with at least a thousand cultivators investigating what happened there.

However, even though there were up to level 90 investigators there, the atmosphere was tense, as there was not much sign of what had happened to their men in this place.

It was as if one moment they were there, chasing someone, and then moments later, it was all gone as if it were a dream.

But this was not a dream, and the sea was proof that something had happened there!

"I don't understand! Why is the sea so rough, but there is no trace of what happened here?" A high-level Spiritual Sage asked the strongest man in the surrounding area.

eaglesnov?1,сoМ That Spiritual Demigod frowned his eyebrows and thought of a hypothesis. "The person who acted here managed to erase the traces of what he did before he left. But he seems to have displaced some of the water from this place to another space..."

"Displaced the sea? But how? Why would anyone do that?"

"I don't know. It could have been a mistake or to erase his traces..." That man sighed. "In any case, the one who acted here has impressive spatial abilities. Put that in the report about him."

"But where did this person come from? Is he some new expert from the Eastern Empire?"

All these people knew Minos' name and some of his stories. But connecting what happened there in their state with such a man from the northern region was not something one would do immediately.

Even if Minos' name were mentioned at that moment, practically everyone would find it difficult to connect this incident to him.

It was difficult to associate something so shocking with a mere Spiritual Saint of the Black Plain Empire!

One might think that a Spiritual Saint had done this anyway, so it wouldn't be ridiculous to associate it with Minos. But the truth was that a few people in the Spiritual World could make their level appear to be what it was not.historical

That ancient cultivation technique could disguise a person's strength, making them appear weaker or stronger than they were, depending on their own will.

These stronger people there knew about the existence of this Golden-grade technique, which had made several of its users famous because it scared or made others underestimate its users.

Before considering Minos, they would look at this!

...

Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Elemental Sect...

In this place that was home to one of the strongest sects in the Western Empire, a rumor was already spreading among the low-level disciples and elders.

Supposedly a group of sect members had faced and lost to someone extremely powerful, able to manipulate space while only being a Spiritual Saint.

Many were talking about this being someone with the unique Golden-grade cultivation technique capable of manipulating a cultivator's spiritual fluctuations.

But among those who had heard this, a blond, level 69 young man couldn't help but consider another hypothesis.

'Is that Minos?' Luke Nash wondered as he stood beside the man who had helped him countless times in the Western Empire, Oriel Holt, who was currently at level 73.