As Dillon executed his move, he also witnessed the astonishing sight unfolding before him: Jared, in the blink of an eye, had single- handedly eliminated half of the dozen or so Demonic Cultivators.
It was now abundantly clear to Dillon why Jared had earlier asked if he could face One-Eyed alone.
The fact that over a dozen Demonic Cultivators, who were Fourth or Fifth Level Tribulators, stood no chance against Jared, a mere Third Level Tribulator, was simply absurd.
“Retreat!”
One-Eyed could sense the turmoil within himself, knowing he was injured. Realizing his current state was no longer fit for battle, coupled with the fact that his underlings were no match for Jared either, he swiftly waved his hand, making the decision to retreat.
Neither Dillon nor Jared gave chase. Their primary objective was to continue their journey. Engaging in further conflict would only serve as a needless distraction.
With Jared’s identity now exposed, they had to remain vigilant, as more interruptions were likely to arise during their journey to Lunarius Palace. Dillon understood the urgency of the situation; their priority was to expedite their travel and ensure Jared’s safety.
“Mr. Chance, are you all right?” Dillon inquired, concern evident in his voice.
“Yes. They’re only Fourth and Fifth Level Tribulators. They can’t harm me,” Jared replied with indifference.
Dillon no longer thought Jared was showing off.
Now, he too comprehended why the Demon Seal Alliance had placed such a generous bounty on Jared’s head.
As they returned to the airship, Dillon noticed the deceased cultivator and frowned.
Unaware of Jared’s involvement in the cultivator’s demise, he was about to ask questions when Jared said, “This person discovered my identity and attempted to claim the reward offered by the Demon Seal Alliance by ending my life. Unfortunately for him, luck was not on his side. I took care of him instead…”
Dillon didn’t say much after hearing Jared’s explanation. His gaze swept over the numerous cultivators aboard the airship as he spoke. “As passengers of Pathfinder Sect, I assure you of your safety. However, should any of you dare to cause trouble on this airship, I will not hesitate to enforce discipline!”
Dillon was clearly warning everyone not to mess with Jared. With the warning issued, the airship resumed its journey smoothly, encountering no further interruptions.
Two days passed uneventfully, and finally, the airship arrived at the edge of the southern region.
As Jared peered down from the airship, he beheld a sprawling landscape blanketed in white. Amidst this snowy expanse lay a modest-sized city, its structures standing out against the pristine backdrop.
“Mr. Charice, welcome to Southedge City, the edge of the southern region. Our airship will soon make its descent into the city, and to head to Lunarius Palace, you’ll have to traverse the city and venture deep into the depths of Demonia Mountain. The weather here is unforgiving, and the depths of Demonia Mountain, where Lunarius Palace resides, are even more treacherous.
Despite the risks, there are safety measures in place. Lunarius Palace has a reception center here in Southedge City. Once we land, you can head there for registration, and you’ll be guided to the palace, which is relatively safer. Additionally, our sect maintains a branch in this city. Should you require any assistance, do not hesitate to seek us out. We are committed to supporting you in any way we can.”
Dillon treated Jared with utmost respect, especially after witnessing Jared’s impressive display of power.
The prowess Jared displayed, despite being just a Third Level Tribulator, left Dillon awestruck. It was a testament to his exceptional talent, marking him as a true genius among geniuses.
Dillon couldn’t help but ponder the future possibilities that lay ahead for Jared, envisioning a future where Jared would rise to unparalleled heights of power and influence within the Ethereal Realm. Perhaps he would ascend to become a governor, or even achieve the pinnacle of immortality.
Recognizing Jared as a potential rising star, Dillon knew that befriending him now was a strategic decision.
“Thank you, Mr. Sawyer,” Jared said, offering a slight nod as a gesture of gratitude. His curiosity piqued, he then inquired further, “Mг. Sawyer, now that we’ve reached the end of the southern region, I wonder, what lies beyond if we were to continue walking forward?”
Jared’s question stemmed from uncertainty regarding the structure of the Ethereal Realm. He wondered if it resembled the mundane world, spherical in shape, with defined borders.
