The Man’s Decree

“I don’t want to ride your divine turtle. If I need one, I can just tame another.” Montane Daemon shook his head.

Montane Daemon’s right. Someone as powerful as him certainly can tame another divine turtle without much effort if the

spirit ship sinks. I suppose that’s why he released that one. Confused, Jared asked, “In that case, why are you stopping

us?”

“I want to know who you learned Sacred Light Fist from,” questioned Montane Daemon with a serious expression.

“I learned it from an expert,” answered Jared. He didn’t explicitly mention Whalreth’s name because many people hated

demons in the Ethereal Realm. If he said he had cultivated with a demon, it would incur unnecessary misunderstandings.

Montane Daemon followed up with another question, “Which expert?”

“That’s…” Jared hesitated.

“Why are you asking so many questions? He isn’t obliged to reveal who taught him that technique.” Quinley frowned

slightly. Can’t Montane Daemon see Jared doesn’t want to say it? Why does he keep pressing for an answer?

Sacred Light

However, according to what I know,

afterward. That’s why no one can

nowadays.”

Montane Daemon’s words, Jared grew quiet for a moment. Then, he said,

learned Sacred

“That’s impossible! Elder Whalreth,

said something

said and frowned. “Elder Whalreth? Does that mean you’re

of Whalreth’s

right. I am a Demonic Cultivator who belongs to

change my aura

that, my growth

Demonia Mountain, hoping I can one day clear my lineage’s

grand-disciples who met him before are all dead. How is it possible

taught you Sacred

was telling the truth because it was

perish. Someone sealed his soul remnant

return, he taught me Sacred Light Fist. He even said that if