My Substitute CEO Bride
Chapter 1704

"Palace? Could it be the residence of immortals?" Zaid's eyes sparkled with excitement. If it was, then the place had to be loaded with treasures. It would be a great opportunity! Dante frowned slightly. "What kind of palace?"

The disciple replied gravely, "It has towering spires and pointed arches. The architecture looks more Western."

At this, everyone's faces changed. Western architecture meant that it had to be a gathering place for Western cultivators. Could it be an artifact left by the gods of the West, just like the nine-story tower?

Ryan drew his god-slaying sword, a palpable fighting intent exuding from him as he roared, "Prepare for battle. They're hostile!"

"Stay calm. Let's figure out what it is first. If it's truly a place left by the gods of the West, its power should not be underestimated," Eric reasoned.

Ryan sneered back, "Coward! If you're afraid, just hide in the tower!"

Murdoch was named the army's God of War, and Ryan inherited his legacy. He was inherently battle-hungry. He could not wait to confront those Western cultivators.

"Know yourself and know your enemy; a hundred battles, a hundred victories. You've seen the tower's power. It can repel even Titans. If that palace is indeed a creation of the gods of the West, we can't contend with it," Eric said again calmly. Ryan snorted. "Then you can continue hiding in your shell like a tortoise. I'll go and test them myself!"

With that, he carried his god-slaying sword and headed toward Blacksoil.

"Ryan, come back!"

Just then, Nash's voice echoed from within the nine-story tower. The voice was ethereal with a reverberating effect.

It shook Ryan to the core, and he turned to look at the nine-story Chaos Tower.

Nash was still nowhere to be seen, but his voice continued, "That palace belongs to the Norse gods. They're capable of crushing Profound Oriental Realm experts. Avoid them for now!"

Hearing even Nash himself say this, Ryan was immensely disappointed. "Nash, you're Drakonia's official representative. When have we ever feared the West?"

"Bravado isn't based on courage but on strength," Nash simply replied.

"What about unyielding will? The refusal to accept defeat? How ridiculous!" Ryan scoffed. He then leaped into the air, seemingly ignoring Nash's words.

From the second step of the eighth floor of the Chaos Tower, Nash sighed helplessly. He admired Ryan's fearless character, but he was getting a bit arrogant.

Ditto had explained the palace's

origins the moment it appeared. The Norse gods were divided into two camps. One was the Aesir tribe, led by the Alfather Odin. The other was the Vanir tribe, led by the sea god, Njord. And that palace was the Temple of Frey in the Vanir Realm.

Frey was the son of Njord, and his strength was comparable to that of Celestial Immortals.

"What realm is a Celestial Immortal at?" Nash asked.

"After passing Tribulation, the realms are Earthly Immortal,

Celestial Immortal, Mystic Immortal, Golden Immortal, Grand Golden Immortal, Immortal Monarch,

Immortal King, Immortal Emperor,

Celestial Lord, Grand Celestial Lord,

and Celestial Emperor."

"But in their eyes, you're even smaller than ants. And in your world, a Celestial Immortal is already considered high. Emperor Terra and the King of the Sun only managed to cultivate up to the Immortal Monarch Realm!"

"A Celestial Immortal doesn't seem to rank that particularly high in the realm of immortals," Nash remarked.

"Frey couldn't still be alive, could

he?" Nash was a bit nervous now. Even if he was ignorant, he knew very well that no matter how many Profound Oriental Realm experts there were, they could not face the Celestial Immortals directly.

"He's dead."

"That's good, then!" Nash breathed a sigh of relief.

"But it's not impossible for him to be resurrected!" Ditto added.