Chapter 461 Go Back To Yeverie


    Jonathan was deeply concerned about Yeverie. While she didn''t participate in the battle, he knew she


    would be concerned about how he fared. Unfortunately, they couldn''t contact one another as no cell


    phones were avable.


    Judging by his current condition, Jonathan decided to grab a bite and rest for an hour. He would meet


    Yeverie afterward and bring her back to Demon Pce to discuss their next course of action.


    Jonathan had sufficient storage rings and food. He drank some goat''s milk and gobbled down half of


    the frozenmb shank.


    Once he was done, he sat down cross-legged.


    An hourter, his body had healedpletely, thanks to his impressive recovery rate. He was once


    again back in optimal condition.


    He told Torrence, “I''ll help you roast amb shank and heat up some of the goat''s milk. Use them to fill


    up your stomach while I bring Yeverie over.”


    Torrence nodded.


    Jonathan prepared to leave Demon Pce after getting Torrence settled.


    However, he was stumped by yet another difficulty. Demon Pce was situated thirty meters below the


    horizon.


    How could Jonathan go back up there if he couldn''t fly?


    It wouldn''t have been a problem back when he and Torrence could work together, but considering the


    latter''s state, that was no longer an option.


    No matter how capable Jonathan was, it would be impossible for him to leap thirty meters into the air.


    Gravity still existed in any dimension.


    While he had a rope in hand, he could not use it tosso the peak and pull himself up.


    Jonathan was truly at an impasse.


    He suddenly remembered that although Skr''s body mutated drastically when he leaped down back


    then, he couldn''t have made it back up alone.


    What''s the point of Torrence and me jumping down to kill him? It would be a waste of effort. How


    strange it is.


    Jonathan and Torrence were simultaneously confounded and initially missed out on the golden


    opportunity to do away with Skr. They then learned from their blunder after witnessing how


    impressive Skr was and pursued him all the way here. However, they never considered the fact that


    Skr would be trapped in Demon Pce after losing Moose.


    This was an oversight in their thought process. It was like when one went looking for their cell phone all


    over the house only to realize that they''d been holding on to it all the while.


    Nevertheless, fate seemed to have a hand in this. If Torrence and Jonathan had not returned, Jonathan


    would not have had such a bizarre encounter which helped to establish his future foundation and


    enabled him to survive in Moranta.


    The problem at hand was that Jonathan couldn''t think of a way to conquer the thirty-meter height.


    He didn''t spend too much time cracking his head over it as he soon figured that Moose and the rest


    must''ve been prepared to climb before they came here. The rope was the best indication that the


    storage ring contained tools for hiking.


    He immediately went searching inside the storage ring for what he needed. To his dismay, he found no


    reliable hiking tools after rifling through it for some time and only found two shiny daggers.


    An idea sparked in his mind, and he tied two distinct lengths of rope to each dagger. He secured them


    tightly and grabbed a dagger, aiming it at the peak of the ice before hurling it with a tremendous force,


    akin tounching a cannonball.


    Following a loud crack, the dagger buried itself deep into the ice.


    It was secure and showed no signs of detaching when Jonathan tried tugging it.


    He subsequently hurled the second dagger upward.


    Now that both daggers were firmly nted in the ice, Jonathan felt more assured and began climbing


    up, clinging onto the ropes.


    Just as he was about to reach the peak, he swung his body and leaped upwards, sessfully exiting


    Demon Pce.


    The top of Demon Pce was still enveloped in snow at that point.


    The sky was bright at two in the afternoon, and strong gusts of wind blew past.


    Jonathan was in high spirits, his body overflowing with inexplicable strength. He dashed toward the


    north at the speed of lightning.


    It took no effort for Jonathan to find the tent where Yeverie was located two hourster.


    Hearing the noise, she emerged from the tent as soon as Jonathan approached. She donned a ck


    cape, and her hair was slightly damp with bits of snow piled atop her head.


    Yeverie appeared to be in herte teens, exuding a captivating aura of youthful beauty.


    If she were in university, she would likely be an innocent and graceful freshman who captured the


    hearts of male undergraduates.


    Even if she were in high school, she would be the popr girl and the apple of everyone''s eyes.


    Jonathan let out a breath of relief upon seeing that she was safe and sound.


    Yeverie was overjoyed at the sight of Jonathan. She sprinted toward him like an excited puppy and


    threw herself into his arms. “Your Majesty, I was so scared!”


    Jonathan embraced Yeverie tightly.


    “Your Majesty, I was worried that you and Mr. Torrence won''t being back. I didn''t want to remain


    hidden here because it made me feel as though I''m weak, but at the same time, I didn''t want to add to


    your burdens by tagging along.”


    Jonathan empathized with Yeverie.


    While he and the others were the ones who faced life-and-death situations at the frontlines, Yeverie,


    who was protected behind them, was subjected to mental torture as well.


    Nheless, considering her experience and cultivation level, she would only be a hindrance to


    Jonathan if she were to join the battle. Jonathan and Torrence would be doomed if she were to end up


    injured.


    “Everything''s fine now, silly girl. I understand,” Jonathanforted her.


    A thought suddenly urred to Yeverie, and she pulled away from Jonathan''s embrace. Her voice was


    full of trepidation. “Where''s Mr. Torrence?”


    “He''s slightly injured and is still at Demon Pce. But his life is not in danger as we''ve defeated Skr


    and Moose''s puppet primordial spirit. Besides, we met Holy Dragon!”


    Yeverie was surprised. “Is that true? What does Holy Dragon look like?”


    Jonathan replied, “Let''s pack our things first and return to Demon Pce. Torrence is still waiting for


    us, so I''ll tell you all about it on the way.”


    Yeverie nodded.


    Jonathan put on a cape as well after dismantling and storing the tent. The duo then made their way


    back to Demon Pce.


    He recounted everything that happened there during their journey. Yeverie couldn''t help but ce her


    hand over her chest upon hearing about their near-death experiences.


    Jonathan chuckled. “I feel like a cat with nine lives.”


    Yeverie curled her lips into a smile. “Your Majesty, you are exceptionally blessed!”


    “I certainly am to have you here with me!” Jonathan burst outughing.


    Yeverie couldn''t help blushing at his sweet nothings and felt all fluffy inside. She wanted to tell


    Jonathan that she felt blessed to be by his side, too, but she was too shy to.


    They arrived at Demon Pce two hourster and made for Dragon Pce without further ado.


    The ce was filled with the putrid odor of decay and blood, a result of Skr''s brutalized body.


    The sight was one worthmenting over. Skr held the esteemed position of Supreme Sect''s cardinal


    while he was still alive. Moreover, he was a prodigy with good looks to boot and was admired by many


    women.


    Unfortunately, his body was so badly mutted after his death that the mere sight of it would cause


    people''s stomachs to turn.


    Glory is a fleeting thing that is possessed only by the powerful. When one loses everything, they


    be worth nothing more than trash.


    This was the harsh reality.


    Impulsively sacrificing oneself for patriotism or a loved one might evoke feelings of poignancy and


    euphoria in the heat of the moment.


    Yet a decadeter, one''s lover would have already belonged to another man. Perhaps she might


    asionally think of her past lover with a tinge of sadness or not at all.


    Would it be worth it if that were the case?


    Same goes for the revolutionary martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the prosperity and peace of their


    mothend. Nowadays, what else did they get in return for their heroic acts besides being


    commemorated during Memorial Day?


    On top of that, plenty of the younger generation dismissed their sacrifices as trivial.


    Once again, would one''s sacrifices be worth it?


    The answer was of course not. Yet not everything on this earth had to be measured based on their


    worth.


    Not every question had an answer, and neither were all things ck and white. Every coincidental


    happening was part of destiny.


    Yeverie noticed Torrence sitting cross-legged to heal his internal wounds. She swiftly approached and


    greeted him, “Mr. Torrence.”


    Torrence opened his eyes and smiled at her. “Yeverie, you''re here.”


    “How are you feeling?”


    “Much better. Don''t worry. It''s no biggie.” He paused before continuing, “It''s just that this ce reeks.”


    Jonathan erupted inughter.


    “Is this rabelle?” Yeverie instantly noted the gigantic dragon egg at the side.


    “You''re right!” Torrence responded.


    Jonathan urged, “All right, this isn''t the best ce to chat. Let''s find somewhere clean instead.”


    Torrence nodded.


    Jonathan carried Torrence on his back while Yeverie took the dragon egg.


    They headed to Feather Pce, where they used to stay. The tents set up there were still in perfect


    condition.


    Jonathan lit a fire talisman after all of them entered, warming up the room.


    Yeverie started cooking shortly after.


    The dragon egg was carefully ced in a secure location. There was nothing much they could do


    besides waiting patiently for it to hatch.


    It was indeed a very thrilling experience to witness the birth of a dragon.


    It was a shame that Jonathan couldn''t record footage of such a magical moment without a phone.


    Disregarding that matter, Jonathan addressed Torrence, “Let me inspect your wounds. Stretch out your


    hand.”


    Torrence''s face was sickly pale, and he smiled bitterly. “My internal organs are severely damaged.


    Thankfully, I have an exceptional recovery rate. That said, it''ll take at least a month to healpletely. I


    don''t have ess to any medication here in this snowy tundra.”


    “You shouldn''t be so pessimistic. I know that the dragon n possesses healing magic.” Jonathan took


    hold of Torrence''s hand while speaking and felt his pulse.


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    Jonathan uttered suddenly, “You wouldn''t have been wounded if you didn''t stop Skr from finishing


    me off.”


    “I had no idea that the Holy Dragon would appear. Besides, I thought that since we would die anyway,


    whoever died first didn''t matter. I wouldn''t have saved you if I''d known how things would turn out,”


    Torrence replied with a wry smile.