In reality, Yvonne Carter wasn’t even an ordinary observer—his divinations relied entirely on the system.

Without the system, he wouldn’t even reach one percent of his father’s half-baked “observer” level.

Seeing William Bennett speak so eloquently, Yvonne Carter felt that the other party might actually be more professional than him in the “Way of Heavenly Secrets.”

“No, what I cultivate is the special Way of Heavenly Secrets: ‘observing mountains and rivers, seeking dragon veins and spiritual meridians, deducing heavenly fate and causality, mastering life and death and reincarnation.’ Therefore, none of those messy things you mentioned apply to me. As for what level I’ve reached, you’ll find out in due time.”

Yvonne Carter made up nonsense off the top of his head.

“Master, so you practice the Way of Heavenly Secrets from the Age of Silence—no wonder…”

William Bennett suddenly understood, and then, someone popped into his mind—a person from two hundred years ago, the master of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, Samuel Grant!

That man wielded the secrets of heaven, controlled causality, his achievements rivaled creation itself, and he was unfathomable!

Yet, even such an existence, when it came to certain divinations, was not as relaxed and effortless as the current Master Carter.

In terms of foundation, Master Carter was still young and might not compare to that person.

In terms of potential, Master Carter probably far surpassed the Pavilion Master—after all, the Pavilion Master couldn’t break the “Goddess’s” fate tribulation or resolve his own crisis, but Yvonne Carter—Master Carter—clearly could!

William Bennett’s thoughts became obviously more active.

At this moment, Yvonne Carter stood with his hands behind his back on the Phantom Spirit Boat, looking every bit the image of a reclusive master.

He didn’t respond to William Bennett’s guesses and probing, letting the other fill in the blanks as he pleased.

All of Yvonne Carter’s attention was focused on continuing to examine William Bennett’s “life file.”

Through William Bennett’s past, Yvonne Carter found a core disciple of Wanli Holy Land with outstanding looks and talent—Olivia Bennett.

Olivia Bennett was Yun Qinghong’s older sister, twenty-six years old, but already at the ninth level of the Golden Core stage, nearly perfecting it.

Olivia Bennett was cold and ruthless, extremely strict with both herself and the sect’s disciples. Moreover, she had a strong sense of the bigger picture, always acting from a position of benefit, frighteningly rational.

These, however, were not the key points.

The key was, after Yvonne Carter opened her life file, he also found her fate was “about to fall.”

Then, Yvonne Carter pulled up the life files of other core disciples of Wanli Holy Land who were close to Henry Bennett and Olivia Bennett, and most of them also showed “about to fall.”

Yvonne Carter’s mood grew heavier.

The connections he had worked so hard to build—were they about to be wiped out?

What exactly was going to happen at Wanli Holy Land?

Was everyone going to die?

“Master, that over there is the Yanmen Pass area.

I’ve already secretly activated the ultimate killing formation here, with three layers inside and out. If something still goes wrong, you don’t need to worry, Master—I still have seven special backup methods.

If I use up all my methods and still can’t resolve it, you still don’t need to worry, Master—I have more than ten ways to escape…”

As William Bennett spoke of his escape methods, even the light stubble on his face seemed to dance with excitement and confidence.

Hearing this, Yvonne Carter felt complicated—clearly, every Nascent Soul old monster must have a lot of twists and turns in their story.

“Master, I’ve already sensed the murderous aura of puppet death warriors. These puppet death warriors all practice dark arts related to bloodthirst and soul-devouring—they’re very hard to deal with! No wonder, with Annie Foster’s strength and ability, she still ran into trouble against cultivators of the same level.”

William Bennett’s expression suddenly grew serious, and his eyes began to shine with golden light, looking awe-inspiring.

Standing beside him, Yvonne Carter looked around curiously, but could only see the blue sky and white clouds above, the wasteland and valley below, and Emily Sullivan and Ethan Carter flying on their swords in the sky above the wasteland.

Yes, at this moment, Yvonne Carter was above Emily Sullivan and Ethan Carter.

“Master, look, those puppet death warriors are ambushed over there. They’re hidden extremely well and are very hard to spot.”

As William Bennett spoke, he raised his hand and swept it through the air in front of Yvonne Carter. An energy vortex quickly condensed, turning into a bright screen, clearer than a mirror.

On the screen, seven black-robed cultivators, looking like fierce ghosts and covered in dried blood, were hidden in the clouds, forming a strange arrowhead formation.

“Holy crap—”

Suddenly, seeing these ghostly things appear before him, Yvonne Carter held his breath, his body jolted, his heart pounding wildly, and he couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

“Master, don’t be afraid. The Phantom Spirit Boat itself has powerful concealment and aura-shielding abilities—they can’t see us. Besides, this is just a spiritual energy simulation projection.”

William Bennett immediately reassured him.

Hearing this, Yvonne Carter breathed a sigh of relief and explained, “Afraid? How could I be afraid? It’s just that the evil arts these puppet death warriors practice are so wicked and outrageous.”

William Bennett nodded, then looked at Yvonne Carter’s hands.