It is not shabby to endure hardships.
After all, he had been raised by others since he was young, passed from hand to hand like a commodity with a price tag. Owners came and went. Orders changed. The only constant was fear.
Now, he no longer wanted to live like that.
Following someone terrifyingly strong meant stability. It meant certainty. It meant survival.
That alone was enough.
Phew—!
A streak of white lightning tore through the air and landed before his eyes.
The violent aura dispersed like ripples in water.
Ethan's thoughts shifted. The Celestial Prism Dharma Body withdrew, its radiance folding inward and sinking back into his flesh as if it had never appeared. The crushing pressure vanished instantly, leaving only a deathly silence behind.
He looked at the Great Sky-Tail Scorpion.
