The Man's Decree

“My good sir, the Lunarius Palace rests in the far south of Demonia Mountain,” Dillon began, his tone cautious. “It’s a region perpetually shrouded in snow, with temperatures plummeting to unbearable levels. Furthermore, the path leading there winds through the treacherous depths of Demonia Mountain, fraught with peril at every turn. Venturing alone poses immense risks-chaos and danger lurk in the mountain’s depths. Without proper caution, you may die before even reaching the palace. The area is rife with wandering cultivators, and it’s not as safe as it is here.”

“Furthermore,” Dillon continued, his tone grave, “considering you’re only a Third Level Tribulator, even the base of Demonia Mountain poses considerable danger, let alone venturing deeper into its depths. You ought to weigh the risks carefully. Frankly, if Moses hadn’t brought you here, I wouldn’t have divulged this information to you.”

Jared’s brows furrowed slightly at Dillon’s words. He hadn’t expected the southernmost region of the Ethereal Realm to resemble the frigid landscapes of the mundane world’s polar regions. In the mundane realm, both the South and North poles were known for their perpetual snow and harsh conditions, where survival was a constant battle against freezing temperatures. However, the vastness of the Ethereal Realm far surpassed that of the mundane world.

Jared was acutely aware that the depths of Demonia Mountain harbored numerous Demonic Cultivators, rendering it an exceptionally perilous territory. Yet, he couldn’t simply remain idle for days, waiting for an available spot on an airship.

must be frank. Mr. Chance here has recently saved my daughter’s life,” Moses interjected, noticing Jared’s troubled expression. “In light of

by Moses’s revelation. “Moses, your

choose not to take

clearly seeing him in

for you,” Dillon declared to Jared. “An airship bound for the Lunarius Palace will depart shortly. Follow me; I personally oversee all airship operations

much,” Jared expressed his gratitude

forward, Moses patted Dillon on the shoulder. “Thank you, Dillon. Once you return,

filled the room. “Absolutely! I’ll hold you

Jared, suggesting in a whisper, “Mr. Chance, perhaps we should accompany you

southernmost reaches of Demonia Mountain were harsh, with its perpetually cold climate

look out for each other,” Faiyar

I’ve already imposed enough on you during this journey. The Soul Demon Sect can’t be left