As they flew down, Garen asked the three people following close behind him, curious, "Are you all really that unafraid of death? This is a perilous place in the Infernal Realm. You didn't even think twice before charging right in?"
"It's just a perilous place in the Infernal Realm. What's so impressive about that? The place I used to cultivate was even marked as a perilous place—the Lake of Death—on the map of Yemu Prefecture."
Ulunisen said nonchalantly.
Garen was momentarily at a loss for words. That was some showboating. Ten out of ten.
"Isn't it because we have a powerful expert like you with us? If the sky falls, you can hold it up first. Besides, we all have Sovereign's Might now. What's there to fear?"
Linley said.
"The boss is right. And Grandpa Beirut gave me plenty of things to save my life. I, Bebe, am not that easy to kill."
After hearing them out, Garen realized just how powerful their group had become without him noticing.
Ulunisen's reasoning had been the most outrageous. He'd cultivated in a perilous place himself. It sounded like he was just bragging.
That said, with their current lineup, they really didn't need to worry about ordinary perilous places.
From what Garen remembered of the original story, most perilous places in the Infernal Realm were where powerful experts went to cultivate in seclusion.
They were either Seven-Star Fiends or Asuras. At worst, they were places where Chief Gods cultivated in seclusion. As long as the Chief Gods held no strong malice toward them, such places were generally not life-threatening to peak Seven-Star Fiends.
No wonder they were all so confident.
For the four of them, a few dozen kilometers took only a moment to cover.
Standing amid the white smoke curling through the