The Man's Decree

“I don’t want to ride your divine turtle. If I need one, I can just tame another.” Montane Daemon shook his head.

Montane Daemon’s right. Someone as powerful as him certainly can tame another divine turtle without much effort if the spirit ship sinks. I suppose that’s why he released that one. Confused, Jared asked, “In that case, why are you stopping us?”

“I want to know who you learned Sacred Light Fist from,” questioned Montane Daemon with a serious expression.

“I learned it from an expert,” answered Jared. He didn’t explicitly mention Whalreth’s name because many people hated demons in the Ethereal Realm. If he said he had cultivated with a demon, it would incur unnecessary misunderstandings. Montane Daemon followed up with another question, “Which expert?”

“That’s…” Jared hesitated.

“Why are you asking so many questions? He isn’t obliged to reveal who taught him that technique.” Quinley frowned slightly. Can’t Montane Daemon see Jared doesn’t want to say it? Why does he keep pressing for an answer?

However, according to what I know, Whalreth was destroyed after the Celestial Battle. Moreover, his lineage crumbled afterward. That’s why no one can unleash such a pure Sacred

grew quiet for a moment. Then, he said, “I suppose there’s no point in hiding the truth anymore. Yes,

Whalreth, he- Suddenly,

enough to catch what Montane Daemon said and frowned. “Elder Whalreth? Does that mean you’re a

to Whalreth’s lineage. To survive, I learned all kinds of techniques so that I could change my aura

waiting at Demonia Mountain, hoping I can one day clear my lineage’s name. Elder Whalreth has been dead for thousands of years. Even the

was telling the truth because it

he taught me Sacred Light Fist. He even said that if I

to Demonia Mountain? Why didn’t I

he doesn’t want anyone to know for now because he’s only a soul remnant. Maybe he’ll reappear once he restores his flesh.” Jared also