“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.
“Dillon, I must be frank. Mr. Chance here has recently saved my daughter’s life,” Moses interjected, noticing Jared’s troubled expression. “In light of his invaluable service, please make arrangements for him on the airship.”
Dillon was momentarily taken aback by Moses’s revelation. “Moses, your daughter is well?” he inquired, astonishment evident in his tone.
“Yes, thanks to Mr. Chance,” Moses affirmed with a nod, withholding Jared’s true identity. While he could choose not to take action against Jared despite the Demon Seal Alliance’s bounty, he couldn’t guarantee others would do the same.
Dillon sized Jared up in disbelief, clearly seeing him in a new light.
“Since you saved the life of Moses’ daughter, I’ll make the necessary arrangements for you,” Dillon declared to Jared. “An airship bound for the Lunarius Palace will depart shortly. Follow me; I personally oversee all airship operations to the palace. The journey through the depths of Demonia Mountain is perilous, with many Demonic Cultivators lurking about. I must ensure the safety of our passengers and crew.”
“Thank you so much,” Jared expressed his gratitude earnestly.
Stepping forward, Moses patted Dillon on the shoulder. “Thank you, Dillon. Once you return, join me for a drink at my place,” he invited warmly.
Dillon’s laughter filled the room. “Absolutely! I’ll hold you to that,” he replied jovially.
Trystan leaned in close to Jared, suggesting in a whisper, “Mr. Chance, perhaps we should accompany you on this journey.”
After all, the southernmost reaches of Demonia Mountain were harsh, with its perpetually cold climate posing significant challenges.
“Yeah, we should go with you. We can look out for each other,” Faiyar agreed, offering his support.
However, Jared declined, shaking his head gently. “Mr. Pruitt, I’ve already imposed enough on you during this journey. The Soul Demon Sect can’t be left unattended. I’ll manage on my own.”
Turning to Faiyar, Jared continued, “Faiyar, you’ve been by my side for some time now.
Now that you’ve regained your physical form and can resume a normal life, it’s best for you to stay with Ms. Pruitt, especially considering your mutual feelings. If fate allows, we may meet again.”
“Mr. Chance…” Tears welled up in Faiyar’s eyes at Jared’s words. Despite Jared’s role in destroying Faiyar’s physical body and imprisoning his soul, Faiyar harbored no ill will. Instead, he felt profound gratitude toward Jared for everything.
During his time with Jared, Faiyar had undergone significant growth.
With Jared’s assistance, he not only regained his physical form but also experienced a substantial increase in strength. Moreover, he had found true love, and he considered himself fortunate.
“You’re a grown man. Why are you crying?” Jared comforted Faiyar, offering a gentle smile as he patted his shoulder.
