Chapter 1189
As the three of them strolled along the rocky path, the vigers lined up on both sides, their faces filled
with reverence and respect.
Jonathan made an observation about the vigers’ apparent fascination with their clothes and couldn’t
help butment on it. “It seems like the people in your vige ce a lot of importance on our
clothing choices. I wonder how capable the people in Yannopolis must be to instill such fear in you.”
Greyson’s expression changed abruptly when he heard Jonathan’s remark.
He immediately created a spiritual energy shield to ensure their conversation remained private.
Approaching Jonathan, he spoke in hushed tones. “Jon, you can share your thoughts with me, but
please be careful not to let anyone else hear. The residents of Yannopolis are highly capable, and if
you offend them, it could put your life in danger. Please refrain from saying such things again. Even
those of us who overheard your words may be at risk, let alone you.” He emphasized the need for
caution and discretion in his reminder.
After that, he quickly retracted the spirit shield and ran ahead as though something else had caught his
attention.
Despite Greyson’s warning, Jonathan, being a young man from the twenty-first century, was afraid of
nothing. He remained unfazed.
“We’re all cultivators here. Why should we be afraid? Even if we can’t defeat them, we have so many
Grandmasters among us. You can kill them by exploding yourselves…”
Suddenly, Jonathan trailed off as something struck him.
He came to a sudden stop and extended his spiritual sense, expanding its reach to epass a
radius of several dozen meters around Mountain Vige.
Grandmaster Realm. They are all in the Grandmaster Realm!
Jonathan’s gaze swept across the vige, his eyes widening with surprise.
As he observed the people in Mountain Vige, he noticed something peculiar.
While it was not umon for the elderly to possess a high cultivation level in this spiritually abundant
small world, what struck him as unusual was theplete absence of any God Realm cultivators.
Despite the numerous Grandmaster Realm cultivators present, the highest level seemed to be capped
at that stage.
“Seboxia, will Pryncyp affect one’s advance to the God Realm?”
“Absolutely not,” Seboxia replied firmly. “There is something deeper at y within this vige. With
such a significant number of cultivators in the Grandmaster Realm, it is highly unlikely that none of
them would have advanced to the God Realm if given the opportunity. There must be undisclosed
factors at work here.”
As he spoke, he noticed Greyson returning with some people.
“Jon, Seb, this way!” Greyson called out, gesturing at them both.
“This is our vige chief, Clinton Yorknd,” Greyson introduced. “He heard about how you saved
Sten and wanted to personally express his gratitude.”
Clinton, who stood at a height of around one hundred and seventy-five centimeters, appeared slightly
dwarfed amidst the group of Greyson and the others, creating a somewhat peculiar sight.
With a glint in his eyes, Clinton observed Jonathan and Seboxia before taking a step forward and
bowing respectfully. His left leg extended as he gracefully lowered his upper body, almost touching his
left knee. “Sten is my grandson, and you two saved his life. You are the saviors of my family. If there
is anything you desire as a reward, please do not hesitate to let me know. I am willing to fulfill your
request, even if it means sacrificing my own life. I only ask that you spare the lives of the other
vigers.”
Despite not knowing the meaning behind Clinton’s bow, Jonathan quickly stepped away.
“Sir, I understand that you are testing me, but I must rify that I am not from Yannopolis. Ie from
a world beyond these mountains, and my only desire is to find a way back home. Please, I insist, get
up,” Jonathan responded respectfully.
He then nced at Seboxia, indicating thetter to speak.
However, Seboxia merely turned away.
“I have nothing to say to those in the Grandmaster Realms,” he said calmly.
Although Seboxia didn’t disy any signs of disrespect, Clinton and the vigers felt a subtle sense of
being looked down upon.
However, the people of Mountain Vige didn’t show any overt displeasure and remainedposed.
They acted like it was normal and merely showed more respect to Jonathan and Seboxia.
In the consciousness field, Seboxia nced at Jonathan calmly.
“In many cases, disdain can achieve the desired result more effectively than kindness. This situation is
a prime example.”
In reality, Seboxia stretched his hand out and pointed at midair.
The dense spiritual energy in the surroundings coalesced into a visible white rope, which descended
into Jonathan’s hand.
Seeing that, the vigers surrounding Jonathan synchronously stretched their left leg forward and
bowed deeply, disying their utmost respect.
Even Greyson and the rest who conversed with Jonathan amicably along the journey also lowered their
heads in fear.
“Stop joking around.” Jonathan gazed at Seboxia in exasperation.
Seboxia approached Clinton and dered, “Look up and answer me.”
“I dare not,” Clinton responded humbly, bowing even deeper. “Sir, please feel free to ask any questions.
The vigers of Mountain Vige aremitted to fulfilling your demands.”
Seboxia was exasperated to see how obedient Clinton was.
“I have a question for you. Where are the God Realm cultivators in your vige? Why aren’t they here
to wee us?”
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Seboxia asked the question with the intent to intimidate the vigers of Mountain Vige, but to his
surprise, Clinton’s response was filled with genuine fear.
Trembling profusely, he ced his hands on his forehead and spoke with urgency. “Sir, I swear there
are no God Realm cultivators in Mountain Vige. If anyone manages to surpass the Grandmaster
Realm, I would willingly sacrifice myself to atone for my mistake!”
Hearing that, the vigers of Mountain Vige ced their hands on their forehead and eximed in
unison, “We swear!”
Jonathan gaped in disbelief as he observed the vigers who were gripped with fear.
He could sense how scared they were, as though advancing to the God Realm was a serious crime.
Judging from Clinton’s reply, he realized that these vigers dared not advance to the God Realm
despite being able to do so.
How terrifying must Yannopolis be for it to exert such a suppressive influence on the vigers,
preventing them from advancing to higher realms?
Jonathan was about to ask that question when a sharp bird whistle was heard from afar.
He raised his gaze and witnessed a colossal avian creature soaring toward him, its massive wings
propelling it swiftly through the air.
“It’s a God Realm creature,” Jonathan said coldly, fixing his gaze on the deadly beast that was hovering
above his head.
Right after Jonathan said that, a figure leaped down from the bird andnded on the ground across
from him.
Jonathan’s eyes fixed on the man before him, who donned an unusual ensemble consisting of cloth
shoes, a suit, and a necktie wrapped around his waist.
Afternding, the man nced at the vigers of Mountain Vige before fixing his gaze on Jonathan.
“Ha! You must be outsiders, huh?”