"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.
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