"Pce? Could it be the residence of immortals?" Zaid''s eyes sparkled with excitement. If it was, then the ce had to be loaded with treasures. It would be a great opportunity! Dante frowned slightly. "What kind of pce?"
The disciple replied gravely, "It has towering spires and pointed arches. The architecture looks more Western."
At this, everyone''s faces changed. Western architecture meant that it had to be a gathering ce for Western cultivators. Could it be an artifact left by the gods of the West, just like the nine-story tower?
Ryan drew his god-ying sword, a palpable fighting intent exuding from him as he roared, "Prepare for battle. They''re hostile!"
"Stay calm. Let''s figure out what it is first. If it''s truly a ce left by the gods of the West, its power should not be underestimated," Eric reasoned.
Ryan sneered back, "Coward! If you''re afraid, just hide in the tower!"
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"Know yourself and know your enemy; a hundred battles, a hundred victories. You''ve seen the tower''s power. It can repel even Titans. If that pce is indeed a creation of the gods of the West, we can''t contend with it," Eric said again calmly. Ryan snorted. "Then you can continue hiding in your shell like a tortoise. I''ll go and test them myself!"
With that, he carried his god-ying sword and headed toward cksoil.
"Ryan,e back!"
Just then, Nash''s voice echoed from within the nine-story tower. The voice was ethereal with a reverberating effect.
It shook Ryan to the core, and he turned to look at the nine-story Chaos Tower.
Nash was still nowhere to be seen, but his voice continued, "That pce belongs to the Norse gods. They''re capable of crushing Profound Oriental Realm experts. Avoid them for now!"
Hearing even Nash himself say this, Ryan was immensely disappointed. "Nash, you''re Drakonia''s official representative. When have we ever feared the West?"
"Bravado isn''t based on courage but on strength," Nash simply replied.
"What about unyielding will? The refusal to ept defeat? How ridiculous!" Ryan scoffed. He then leaped into the air, seemingly ignoring Nash''s words.
From the second step of the eighth floor of the Chaos Tower, Nash sighed helplessly. He admired Ryan''s fearless character, but he was getting a bit arrogant.
Ditto had exined the pce''s
origins the moment it appeared. The Norse gods were divided into two camps. One was the Aesir tribe, led by the Alfather Odin. The other was the Vanir tribe, led by the sea god, Njord. And that pce was the Temple of Frey in the Vanir Realm.
Frey was the son of Njord, and his strength wasparable to that of Celestial Immortals.
"What realm is a Celestial Immortal at?" Nash asked.
"After passing Tribtion, the realms are Earthly Immortal,
Celestial Immortal, Mystic Immortal, Golden Immortal, Grand Golden Immortal, Immortal Monarch,
Immortal King, Immortal Emperor,
Celestial Lord, Grand Celestial Lord,
and Celestial Emperor."
"But in their eyes, you''re even smaller than ants. And in your world, a Celestial Immortal is already considered high. Emperor Terra and the King of the Sun only managed to cultivate up to the Immortal Monarch Realm!"
"A Celestial Immortal doesn''t seem to rank that particrly high in the realm of immortals," Nash remarked.
"Frey couldn''t still be alive, could
he?" Nash was a bit nervous now. Even if he was ignorant, he knew very well that no matter how many Profound Oriental Realm experts there were, they could not face the Celestial Immortals directly.
"He''s dead."
"That''s good, then!" Nash breathed a sigh of relief.
"But it''s not impossible for him to be resurrected!" Ditto added.