“What are you trying to do?” Nieva asked somewhat bewilderedly.
“I’m going to undergo dual cultivation with them to help enhance their abilities, right? If we don’t do that at night, when else? It’ll be so embarrassing to do it in the day.” As Jared spoke, he surprisingly found himself blushing a little.
Nieva paused slightly, then laughed and said, “Mr. Chance, what are you fantasizing? The dual cultivation I’m referring to is not about balancing positive and negative energies, asking you to engage in intimate activities with them. It’s about intertwining your demonic fire with the frost aura of my disciples. In this way, their frost energy will become more immune to fire. Could it be that you actually intend to bed all my disciples, Mr. Chance? You already have so many women, yet you’re not satisfied?”
Nieva spoke with a face filled with amusement, leaving Jared utterly embarrassed and ashamed.
In a flurry, Jared hastily explained, “I misunderstood. I got it all wrong.”
Upon seeing Jared’s awkward demeanor, Nieva chuckled. “Mr. Chance, I was just teasing you. If you fancy any of my disciples, just let me know. I’ll have her keep you company at night. However, you’ve just been through a tough battle, and your body hasn’t fully recovered yet.
Take a few days to rest first. The expedition to the polar region isn’t until three days later.”
“No need. That won’t be necessary. I’ll be fine resting on my own.” Jared hastily waved his hands.
He had just managed to free himself from women for a while, and he certainly didn’t want to go through the trouble and exhaustion again.
A while back, Jared frequently had to satisfy Catina to save himself, which resulted in him being unable to get any rest every night.
After such a torment, why would he still look for the company of women now that he finally had a chance to rest?
Nieva had someone prepare a room for Jared to rest.
As Jared made his way to the room, Nieva crossed through the grand hall and headed toward the rear end of Lunarius Palace.
There was a modestly sized palace there, with lights twinkling within.
Upon entering, two Lunarius Palace disciples stood on either side. Seeing Nieva’s arrival, they hastily paid their respects.
Nieva waved her hand, signaling the two to leave. Then, with another wave of her hand, the wall before her astonishingly began to gradually vanish.
Subsequently, a table with many memorial tablets arranged on it was revealed, and placed in front of these memorial tablets were the Demonia Stones.
Those memorial tablets were there to honor the previous heads and elders of Lunarius Palace.
As the holy maiden of Lunarius Palace, Nieva was the designated successor to Lunarius Palace. However, she never expected Lunarius Palace to face such a massacre, almost annihilated to the brink of extinction.
“Elders, if your spirits still roam this world, I hope you can find this place so we can rebuild Lunarius Palace together. There are some Demonia Stones here. As long as your spirits return, you can use these stones to recreate your physical form, thus allowing you to be reborn.” Nieva reverently paid her respects before those memorial tablets.
She knew that if her soul could escape, then others could, too. As long as a shred of the soul remained, one could reconstruct one’s physical form and essentially be reborn.
Baal had left all those Demonia Stones in Lunarius Palace with the hope that those who had been slaughtered in the past could reincarnate.
The past carnage wasn’t about who was right or wrong. It seemed more like a plot.
Everyone in the Ethereal Realm seems to be mere pawns-perhaps the entire Ethereal Realm is nothing more than someone else’s pawn. Nieva stood in front of the memorial tablets in a daze, her expression bewildered.
At that moment, she genuinely wished for the spirits of her ancestors to return. If that were the case, things would become a bit easier for her.
She felt immense pressure, having to hold up Lunarius Palace all by herself.
That night, Nieva spent the entire night in front of the memorial tablets.
Meanwhile, the Mueller family, situated five hundred kilometers away, had also received the news of Keiran’s tragic demise.
Even though Keiran had always acted recklessly, even frequently using the souls of Inferno Devils to augment his strength, he was, after all, the son of the Mueller family.
