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 Tribtors, stood no


    chance against Jared, a mere Third Level Tribtor, 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 vignt, as more interruptions were likely to


    arise during their journey to Lunarius Pce. 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 Tribtors. They can’t harm me,” Jared replied with


    indifference.


    Dillon no longer thought Jared was showing off.


    Now, he tooprehended why the Demon Seal Alliance had ced 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 im 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 exnation. 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.


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    As Jared peered down from the airship, he beheld a sprawlingndscape nketed in white. Amidst


    this snowy expansey a modest-sized city, its structures standing out against the pristine backdrop.


    “Mr. Charice, wee to Southedge City, the edge of the southern region. Our airship will soon make


    its descent into the city, and to head to Lunarius Pce, 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 Pce resides, are even more treacherous.


    Despite the risks, there are safety measures in ce. Lunarius Pce has a reception center here in


    Southedge City. Once wend, you can head there for registration, and you’ll be guided to the pce,


    which is rtively safer. Additionally, our sect maintains a branch in this city. Should you require any


    assistance, do not hesitate to seek us out. We aremitted to supporting you in any way we can.”


    Dillon treated Jared with utmost respect, especially after witnessing Jared’s impressive disy of


    power.


    The prowess Jared disyed, despite being just a Third Level Tribtor, 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 thaty 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 be 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.