"Thank you very much for saving us, my Lord. However, this heart is very important to us…" One of them said quietly as she came forward, a woman with a melodious voice. 

"And then?" Garen raised an eyebrow.

"We were hoping to exchange something else with you. Would you…?" The woman said carefully.

"Exchange? What were you planning to exchange it with?" The heart appeared in Garen's hand again before he tossed it around gently. The heart had already crystallized and turned solid, making it harder to be damaged.

The woman gritted her teeth and turned around to glance at her two other companions. They gazed back at her with affirmation and confidence. She turned back and lowered her voice before speaking.

"Has my Lord heard of the s.p.a.ce-Time Print?"

"s.p.a.ce-Time Print?" Garen's heart stirred. "Are you talking about the s.p.a.ce-Time Print that claimed to allow people to realize everything and upgrade their powers?" He had heard of it before but knew that this item could only be seized by the major sects from the Void Battlefields. It was an exceptional item that could even arouse the desire of Resonance Level Energy Machinists.

Among the disciples of the major sects, only a few top-notch individuals had the privileged right to obtain or merely observe it.

"Yes, that's it!" The woman nodded and lowered her voice even more. She glanced left and right, as if she was worried that someone had heard her.

"Of course, we haven't gained the qualifications to obtain a full s.p.a.ce-Time Print. We merely have a broken part of the s.p.a.ce-Time Print's address. However, even with it, we believe that it may be able to produce the desired effect that my Lord wants."

Garen's gaze turned solemn. Objects like the s.p.a.ce-Time Print would only appear once during a fixed time and would disappear rapidly once they were discovered. Furthermore, only individuals who carried Keys could trigger Resonance to discover it.

These Keys were actually manufactured by many peak Energy Machinists to pa.s.s down the qualifications to their descendants to enter the interiors of natural phenomena that create the s.p.a.ce-Time Prints. They allowed them to realize the rules and discover the mysteries of the universe to improve the levels of their powers from there.

Now that this Key had appeared in the hands of these three Level Three Energy Machinists, it seemed completely ridiculous.

"How did you obtain this item?" Garen asked rhetorically. "Only those who are Level Four or greater can use s.p.a.ce-Time Prints. I can understand your perspective of wanting to trade the Key but it's still highly unlikely for someone of your level to have the qualifications of possessing one, right?"

"That place…we can't enter it," the woman replied helplessly. "You should know that even broken s.p.a.ce-Time Prints are items that people would scramble to obtain. However, with our strength, we were driven out as soon as we approached it."

"But even if this is genuine, how would I know whether the Key you gave me was legitimate?" asked Garen casually. He could not believe that he would encounter such good fortune so easily.

"Individuals with Keys are the only ones who can enter the s.p.a.ce-Time Print regions. To be frank, the only reason why three of us were even able to wander into this shallow part of the Energy Machinist realm was because of…" The woman said, lowering her head, crestfallen.

"Because of me!"

Suddenly, a voice echoed from far away.

"Baddy, return the Key to me. If you return to my side sincerely, I will be merciful and not kill you."

The owner of the voice was at least a few kilometers from here. However, the sound waves were able to travel here, displaying his powerful skills.

The trio's emotions became slightly fearful. It was clear that the person who had arrived was now burdening them with heavy stress.

Garen raised an eyebrow and looked in the direction of the sound waves from afar.

"My Lord!" The woman looked at Garen in a panic, as if she was hoping that he would promise to protect them.

The other two took precautions immediately as if they were faced with a formidable foe. They turned around and glared resolutely in the direction of the noise. Their bodies were taut and abnormally stiff.

"Yellow Cloud Ghost! She's caught up to us again!"

"We shall fight to the end! Worse comes to worst, we will detonate the Key so that no one will be able to get it!"

Garen looked in the direction of the noise curiously as well. From afar, he could see a big, tall woman with messy blonde hair dressed in a tight, black singlet. She carried a silvery white, metal broadsword on her shoulder. She seemed to be moving slowly but was actually rus.h.i.+ng towards them.

This person had concealed her entire body's qi so that their opponents would not know her exact level. However, it looked like she was not a weakling.

Garen increased his alertness levels faintly.

It seemed as though the woman had also noticed Garen from afar. She stopped from a distance of more than ten meters away.

"Dear Sir, if you don't mind, could you hand over the three people beside you to me so that I can take care of them?" She licked the corners of her mouth as a sudden tinge of bloodl.u.s.t appeared on her previously delicate face.

After achieving a certain level of a high degree, many Energy Machinists would modify their own features and bodies. Therefore, there were various types of handsome men and beautiful women. However, since most of these modifications were based off the standards of prime features, many of these modified faces were similar to one another. Although they were all beautiful, many of them shared familiar faces.

Garen felt this at a glance. He did not like this feeling that made him think of the Korean plastic surgery that he had previously seen on Planet Earth…

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the woman who was staring at him in a panicked state before glancing at the masculine woman who was holding a broadsword on the opposite side of him. Although the features of the woman in the black robe over here were not as pretty, she managed to beat the other woman in terms of natural beauty at least.

"You are here because of the Key?" Garen spoke suddenly.

The blonde masculine woman nodded, she grinned showing her white teeth. "What about it? Give me some face!"

"No." Garen rejected her flatly.

The masculine woman was taken aback as she had never expected to be rejected. In comparison to the other three people, it was obvious that she was much stronger. When comparing the trouble that would occur, it should have been obvious that the other party would have chosen not to offend her instead. She opened her mouth and asked in a shocked manner.

"Why?"

"Because you're too ugly," Garen smiled.

Tch!

Garen's silhouette flashed suddenly. He disappeared from his initial spot quickly after taking a few steps and charged directly towards his opponent.

A distance of more than a dozen meters was shortened into about ten meters in the blink of an eye. The horrifying speed allowed Garen to hear the whoos.h.i.+ng noise of wind, and in his eyes, his current enemy's movements had slowed down.

The initially astonished look on the face of the masculine woman slowly changed into fury. She raised her hand to aim it at him accurately. Her movements at this moment were extremely fast, but in Garen's own senses, it was greatly slow-mo.

Garen quickly raised his own as well upon seeing the masculine woman attempting to raise her hand at him.

"Blood Control!"

The invisible strength burst forth suddenly and enveloped the body of the masculine woman immediately despite her being more than ten meters away.

Hiss…

Horrifying drips of water could be heard. The masculine woman staggered two steps backward. Blood began seeping out of her mouth, nose, eyes, and ears but she did not collapse instantly like the black ox from earlier.

She screamed in aghast, as numerous long, black rope-like things exploded throughout the empty s.p.a.ces in their surroundings. They interlocked with each other and twisted themselves towards Garen as if countless whips were about to strike him at the same time.

"Sure enough, you are probably a Level Four Energy Machinist, because the abilities of the Blood Control could only affect you but not kill you directly." Garen's mind had roughly determined the effective range of the Blood Control's abilities.

The Scarlet Snow Technique within his body triggered itself suddenly.

As quick as lightning, his finger struck the numerous black ropes lightly.

A series of crackling noises could be heard before the black ropes paused in mid-air; with a loud cras.h.i.+ng sound, they broke into frozen pieces and crashed on the ground. Burnt powder leaked out of the cracked pieces. It was clear that if one were to be hit by the black ropes, it would explode instantly, worsening the damage.

However, Garen's skill surpa.s.sed his opponent's powers greatly. Naturally, they were rendered useless and froze immediately.

After triggering Grade Ten of the Scarlet Snow Technique, Garen's palm made a thunderous noise before pressing it against the woman's left shoulder. 

Bang! The power of the Scarlet Snow Technique surged outwards and suppressed his opponent's intense resisting body strength. The woman attempted to turn around and flee but the frigid chills instantly froze her into an ice sculpture.

She remained in her previous pose of turning around and escaping, but her body was now completely sealed in a transparent block of ice that was tinged with blue.

Garen returned his hands to his side and looked at his creation happily. The trio behind him sighed in relief. The threat had been eliminated but they were now somewhat afraid of Garen because he was able to get rid of the powerhouse Yellow Cloud Demon who was pursuing them in one go. If powers like these were coupled with malicious intent…

"A Level Four Energy Machinist froze her into an ice sculpture instantly. These powers are not bad, but we had no way of seeing the effects of strengthening them."

Garen looked toward another faraway direction where another silhouette had suddenly appeared in the distance again.

"Give me the Key and I'll have mercy on you instead of killing you!" Echoed a coa.r.s.e, cold voice.

Still behind Garen, the trio's faces changed drastically as they looked at Garen frantically.

"My Lord!"

Garen smiled and turned around to throw out the heart of the Fire Ox. Simultaneously, the woman threw out a black stone that was glimmering with silver dots of light.

Both of them caught the items at the same time.

"Let's go!"

The trio fled abnormally fast. Clearly, since they were able to protect the Key from so many powerhouses, their running skills were extraordinary as well.

Garen ignored the three, escaped people and looked at the rough, burly fellow who was charging at him rapidly. Level Five Energy Fields coiled and circulated around his body, making it obvious that he was a Level Five Energy Machinist.

"The thirty-seventh Key, give it to me." This burly fellow had thick black hair throughout his entire body. His voice was rough while his body was big and tall, giving off a fierce and powerful presence.

Most of his face was hidden within his waist-long black hair, showing only a pair of bright, piercing eyes. He glanced at Yellow Cloud Demon, who was frozen beside Garen.

"Scarlet Snow Technique?" He was slightly surprised.

"You know about my Scarlet Snow Technique too?" Garen was also somewhat stunned.

"Of course. Not only do I know about your Scarlet Snow Sect, I know about many other things as well." The burly fellow laughed. "Are you a member of Star Plate or Moons.h.i.+ne? Have you really never heard of the renowned Bear War Star?"

"Bear War Star? Blue Frost Sect?!" Garen's face stiffened when he realized that he had encountered a challenging obstacle. His opponent's unknown strength was not an issue, but the fact that he was backed by the Blue Frost Sect made things slightly more troublesome.

Among all of the Energy Machinist Sects, Blue Frost Sect was considered as a middle level, medium-sized sect. One of their slave planet was very close to Scarlet Snow Sect's Planet Scarlet Snow. It was also one of the thirty-six adjoining sects.

He had never expected to encounter one of them here.

Bear War Star laughed loudly for a short while.

"Alright, whether you're a member of Moons.h.i.+ne or Star Plate, your Great Senior Brother Carthage came to visit my Great Senior Sister recently. I've never seen you among the Three-Hearted Disciples so just give me the item. I will not trouble you thanks to your Great Senior Brother's reputation."

Garen frowned faintly. Looking at how things are now, he realized that the Key was probably real. Therefore, since it was real, why would he let go of it easily after getting it? Impossible!

"What's the matter?" A malicious look appeared on Bear War Star's face. "Not willing to?"