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      "You're too arrogant."

     To Dyon, it seemed as though these words were heard all the time.

     However, how could these people possibly know of all his hard work? Of the fact that sleep was but a distant relative of his. How could they know that he never had a single moment to rest.

     And yet, despite their ignorance, they still said, "you're too arrogant..."

     But where were those people when a...

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     601 Clara 2

      The law of the martial world was known to all. It was a cruel place, but often times those who were willing to sacrifice more, were rewarded with more.

     In this case, the death of Elder Daiyu catalyzed the bewilderment formation used around the Belmont Holy Land to all new heights.

     Elder Daiyu knew from the beginning that if he somehow died, his clan would be doomed. Because of this, he set contingencies. The first thing he did was hand much of his belongings to his grandson, Chenglei. This was why Meiying was able to 'steal' the box in the first place.

     However, the second thing he did was probably the most important. Elder Daiyu invested heavily into preserving this formation for this specific plan. It was a formation that was tied to the life and death of its layer, and was able to use Elder Daiyu's death as a catalyst to become stronger.

     His plan was simple. By locking his clan within the barrier, although they wouldn't be able to leave, they wouldn't be able to be harmed either. He hoped that by the time the formation ran out of energy, which wouldn't be for thousands of years considering it was catalyzed by the death of a dao formation expert, the Daiyu clan would be once again capable of standing tall against the world.

     The location was nothing short of perfection. Not only was the Belmont Holy Land the best location for cultivation in this universe, it also gave access to a ridiculous amount of legacy worlds that had been attracted by the dense flow of Gama energy. With Chenglei's talent, giving him a few thousand years to grow and mature would allow him to reign supreme over this universe, without a doubt.

     Before, Elder Daiyu had thought this might have been overkill. After all, who could possibly be enough to break through a rank 6 comet formation in this universe? Even the best, Connery Sapientia, or so he thought at the time since he hadn't accounted for Dyon, was a mere lower grandmaster. However, his prudence had been rewarded. Because of his sacrifice, even Nora was stumped.

     Elder Daiyu had died knowing that as long as the Daiyu survived this impending crisis, they would flourish. And maybe in the future, the Black Jade Dragon would careen through the skies again.

     **

     Dyon walked through the grasses of the inner spatial world, entering a small residential area made of elaborate tents that could almost be passed off as homes.

     He first stopped by Alidor and his little sister's tent to ask him to make a pair of sweatpants for him. Luckily, Alidor didn't want Dyon tainting his little sister's eyes, so he fulfilled the request as quickly as possible before shooing Dyon away.

     The two of them had no idea what was going on in the outside world, and Alidor hadn't bothered to ask. They seemed content on living peacefully and quietly cultivating.

     Dyon avoided meeting anyone else, somehow knowing where he could find Clara.

     Soon, he had made his way to the center of the camp and was now standing in front of his own tent. He knew that Clara would want to be alone, and he also knew that she would likely come to the one place she could be closest to the last thing she could cling to.

     Dyon couldn't hear any sounds coming from the tent, in fact the world itself was eerily quiet without the 3000 demon generals here. The others that had come were likely still in the tower in the distance, not having wanted to bother Clara.

     Taking a deep breath, Dyon opened the flap, stepping into the dimly lit tent. It was still lavishly furnished, bathed in somber and dark reds with soft cushions and carpets. But now that color scheme just seemed to add a layer of darkness to everything.

     "I'm sorry, I still don't want to be bothered. I'll come out when I'm ready."

     A familiar voice rang out, and although the word choice itself tried to remain as polite as possible, the piercing cold and deadpan delivery made even Dyon want to shiver.

     Not hearing a response, Clara didn't know what to say. So, instead, under the stunned gaze of Dyon, she waved her hand, causing golden lights to fill the room before she disappeared from view entirely.

     'That's… A concealment array! But…'

     A sudden realization hit Dyon… He was older than Clara!

     This one simple realization hit him like a ton of bricks. How had he not thought of this before?!

     Dyon birth shattered the soul seal placed on human kind. This meant that everyone born after him in the human mortal realm, had their souls intact, just like any other person would!

     This meant that there was hope. Even though Dyon would never see his parents again, there were hundreds of millions of people that were birthed in the 16 years since he was. If he could improve in the martial way enough, he would be able to revive the mortal human race of this universe using the very same method the entity noted so nonchalantly.

     However, this realization was shocking for an entirely other reason. Dyon's master had been right! The talent of this universe had to far surpass that of others, or else Clara would never have been able to learn such an array so quickly. In fact, considering the speed she drew it with, it was shocking that this was truly within her capabilities.

     But even more…. She had an innate aurora! What were the odds that the only two mortals to awaken their auroras would both have it innately?!

     Dyon walked forward, flicking his finger and shattering the array.

     Clara brows furrowed in agitation. "Leave me alone!"

     A formless soul pressure gushed outward. Dyon made no attempt to defend. If he did so, he would hurt Clara and that wasn't something he was willing to do.

     Instead, he caught her hand as it swung outward before pulling her into a tight embrace.

     At first, she struggled, screaming in anger as her fists pounded against Dyon's bare chest. But, Dyon held on tightly, refusing to let go.

     "I'm sorry…" Dyon's voice caused Clara to freeze. Her shoulders trembled as she buried her head in his chest, unwilling to look up. "I won't leave you again."

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     602 Clara 3

      Clara lost track of how long she spent crying. In the past twelve years, not once had she cried. The last time her had was when her mother died, but afterwards, it was almost like a silent vow she made to herself.

     But, when she saw Dyon 'die' right before her eyes, she had finally broken down, unable to contain it any further. And then her entire world was destroyed. Never again would she be able to see her friends… Never again would she see her father…

     She tried to hold it all in again. In fact, she had succeeded… Even when she saw Dyon being taken away, her eyes only continued to become colder and colder… But then, for some reason, when she felt Dyon's presence just then, she completely melted again, unable to control the flow of tears from her grey eyes.

     Clara kneeled on the bed, wrapping her arms around Dyon tightly, unwilling to let go. Dyon had no intention of pushing her away. He only continued to hold her, waiting silently as her trembling shoulders began to calm.

     Dyon pulled back, cupping Clara's cheeks before lightly pressing in, causing her lips to make an 8 shape. She looked so adorable with her red and puffy eyes that Dyon couldn't help but tease her, "Since when did my Clara turn out to be such a crybaby?"

     A spurt of laughter came from Clara's lips as she slapped Dyon's hands away, trying to stop them from squishing her cheeks.

     She sat back on her knees, wiping her eyes as Dyon plopped down next to her on the soft bed. Clara couldn't help but inadvertently lean her head to rest on his shoulder, still trying to calm her emotions.

     "He's gone?" Clara couldn't help but ask one final time, knowing what the answer would be even though the light inflection in her voice carried the faintest of hopes.

     "He's gone." Dyon didn't sugar coat it. He knew Clara wouldn't go for that approach anyway.

     A light sigh escaped Clara's lips before she closed her eyes. A part of her couldn't help but wonder if she would have been satisfied just dying with the rest of them. It likely would have been too quick for her to feel much pain, and she wouldn't have to deal with the garbage that was the martial world. But then she thought about how that would mean leaving Dyon alone.

     She shook her head furiously. How selfish would that be?

     "You sure learned array alchemy pretty fast." Dyon chuckled.

     "Faster than you?" Clara jeered.

     "Absolutely not. Your concealment array was so weak that it only took me a single finger to poke through. Pathetic."

     "Yea right. You wouldn't tell me even if I was, you egomaniac."

     It had only been two days since Clara received the books on array alchemy from Dyon, and good portion of that time was spent dealing with the nonsense brought down by the Ragnors. When Clara found time to learn, Dyon had no idea. But, it seems that he was right in his assessment. Array alchemy really did suit her.

     "Well, regardless, you'll have quite a few years to catch up to me." Dyon sighed.

     "What do you mean?" Clara asked, clear worry in her voice. By now, she understood much about the soul and how it related to array alchemy. If Dyon couldn't practice for years, did he injure himself too badly to do so?

     After Dyon's explanation, Clara was still worried, but still let out a small sigh of relief.

     "So, what you mean is that I'll have almost 20 years to surpass something you reached in less than 3? Pft, how easy."

     A mysterious grin appeared on Dyon's lips. "Let's make a bet then. If you can draw a peak grandmaster array in 20 years, you win."

     Clara was off-put by Dyon's confidence. Was he really looking down on her so much? So, she decided to test him.

     "If I win, I'll castrate you. How about it?"

     "Sure, as long as you let me try anal for the first time. I read in a magazine somewhere that cold and domineering girls like you always have that single weakness. Deal?"

     "Ah…" Clara's brows furrowed, pouting and looking particularly aggrieved. However, she felt a small bit of gratification in her heart.

     It may sound odd, but a large part of her and Dyon's relationship had always been his sexual harassment. Although he never took it too far, he would bully her with his words all of the time in the past. But, when he came back to see her for the first time in what seemed like forever, he stopped all of that. To the point where he didn't even call her beautiful anymore. It was like he put up a wall to that sort of relationship between them, unwilling to allow her closer.

     Then, when Clara had her talk with Ri on the matter, Ri had helped her understand why. Clara knew more than anyone how stubborn Dyon could be. If he didn't change his mind on his own, it was likely no one person could change it for him. It was just unfortunate that it took something so horrible for him to let her back into his heart.

     Dyon laughed with a hint of mockery in his voice, "Scared?" He teasingly leaned back, glancing at Clara's round and plump ass, almost imagining his victory already.

     "Not on your life." Clara harrumphed. "I'm changing my side of the bet. You'll be my slave for 5 years when you lose."

     Dyon grinned. What Clara didn't know, just yet, was that Dyon would never underestimate her intelligence. There was no doubt in his mind that within three years, Clara would understand just as much array alchemy theory as him, and he was planning to give her all the same resources.

     The reason she would never be able to draw a grandmaster array in 20 years is because no one could soul cultivate that fast. Only Dyon could, and that was because he had the accumulated talent of billions. And it still took him 3 years to reach the 8th soul stage. That's how difficult soul cultivation was.

     "Deal."

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     603 Dukes and Duchesses 1

      Dyon appeared back within a familiar cave to be greeted by loud booms and cries of agony. It seemed the Belmont Ancestor was very eager to play his role. Having already wasted much of his time, he had a lot to make up for.

     Even without the energy barrier the ancestor put up to protect Dyon and his allies in the cave, the Daiyu wouldn't have any choice but to completely focus on the expert in the sky. Diverting their attention to a three front war would be no less than completely suicidal.

     Dyon watched silently with Ri and Madeleine by his side, lamenting the fact that Alidor didn't make his pair of sweatpants as soft as he usually liked them. However, Ri and Madeleine were just relieved he was wearing clothes at all. At the moment, his presence was too intoxicating for them to also deal with his nudity.

     However, there was something else on Dyon's mind. How could he, as an array alchemy expert, not have analyzed the formation before he entered it? He had already long since deduced not only what level of formation it was, but also understood that killing Elder Daiyu would make everything worse.

     That said, what choice did he have? The thought of killing a dao formation expert was enough of an impossibility to drive anyone made, let alone the idea of capturing them alive. The latter was simply far more ridiculous than the former.

     Although the arrays Dyon could draw were limited to the grandmaster level, it could be said that his knowledge surpassed that due to one special thing he had access to that no other array alchemist did: The Dao of Array Alchemy.

     Not only had it aided him in building a base of understanding that far exceeded his own self previously, it gave him knowledge far exceeding what he could make use of with his current soul strength. Something that was especially so now considering his soul was sealed.

     There were two main ways to break a formation. Brute strength or disrupting its cores. Here, brute strength was obviously not an option. To destroy this kind of formation, dao formation strength would be needed at a minimum.

     Unfortunately, Dyon had no idea that dao formation experts were currently outside trying to break through the formation. The problem was that they were limited in the power they could use in order to not alert their enemies. If this wasn't the case, and they directly attacked the formation at certain key points, a few of which would be easy for Nora to find, they could obliterate it.

     The second option was likely even more impossible. To disrupt the cores of the formation meant not only having to understand how many there were and where they were, but also in what way to disrupt them and the order in which to do so.

     There was a pseudo third option, which was just a combination of the first two. However, it was very difficult to pull off. It required first disrupting to weaken the formation, before then attacking it in its weakened state. The problem with this method is that disruptions agitate the failsafes. If not done properly, there can be heavy backlash on the soul.

     "Is something wrong?" Ri couldn't help but ask. With the turning of the situation, by all rights Dyon should be happier. She couldn't help but think that maybe his talk with Clara didn't go so well.

     Dyon shook his head before explaining the situation.

     "Even if I had my soul strength, I don't think there'd be much I could do. Although I already know where the cores are, and how many there are, that's not enough to disrupt them properly, especially after Elder Daiyu's death. I would need soul strength similar to that of the level required to draw this formation to begin with in order to succeed." Dyon sighed, looking off into the distance.

     The only way to ignore the soul strength requirement, would have be to have a kit specialized in formation disruption. Much like The Seal, such a kit would lessen the load on the soul needed to perform certain tasks. The Seal lowers the usual requirements for sealing, while these kits do the same for core disruption.

     You would think that the celestial deer sect remains would have at least one of these kits, but it seemed they were among the rare items stolen along with much of their other precious possessions. It was lucky that Dyon had gained even as much as he had. If the treasure room wasn't sealed away and hidden, he would have likely earned even less from the whole experience.

     "Will we be here until the formation naturally runs out of energy, then?" Madeleine asked.

     What would surprise most people is that they weren't too worried about this outcome. Their husband was safe and by there side, so the idea of being stuck in a place with such abundant resources wasn't the end of the world, right?

     The only worry Ri still held, was her mother and what her current condition was. If they were truly stuck, she'd have no way of ever finding out.

     As for the war, they were even less worried about that. Although that was mostly because they had never known the large scale the Ragnors would use their artificial wills at, for the most part, with Elder Daiyu and Patriarch Ragnor gone, they were now at an advantage with their celestials as long as Ri's dad made it back.

     When Ri and Madeleine thought of this point, they couldn't help but look at the side profile of their husband. How had he done it?... How did he constantly make the impossible, possible?...

     Dyon had already told them much of how when he explained the reason he was forced to burn his soul, but even knowing that their husband would never lie to them, it was still so unbelievable.

     With a light smile, Dyon shook his head. "We won't have to wait that long. Just until my soul recovers should be enough."

     However, although he said this, Dyon knew it would be quite dangerous to leave then. With the situation the way it was now, who knew what the Earth would look like in that period of time? It might be better to wait out a few hundred years until they reached sufficient cultivation to defend themselves against the threats of the martial world.

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     604 Dukes and Duchesses 2

      Dyon's worries weren't without reason. He was apprehensive about two things in particular.

     The first was, of course, the repercussions of defeating the Ragnors.

     There was a 0% chance that the main Ragnor branch hadn't already learned of Loki's death. If Dyon knew that Loki's faith seed was ranked second among the Ragnor's collection, he would have been even more firm in this belief.

     As a result, the reaction of the clan would be unpredictable. The Ragnors didn't seem like the kind of clan that acted out of familial love. However, they were the type of clan that did not like to be slighted.

     Although Loki's strength was acknowledged, to the Ragnors, they would know that he was a mere peak saint. In fact, to them, Loki might even be weaker than that considering they wouldn't have exact tabs on his cultivation after being apart for so many years.

     This meant that Loki dying, although he was an important piece, wouldn't be enough to make the Ragnors fear what enemies they'd provoked. In fact, it was more likely that they'd send a scout or two, to ascertain the situation.

     When they realized that Loki's death was a fluke, they may send someone less important, sure, but also much more powerful than Loki to handle the mess he created.

     Remember, Loki was only chosen as the leader for this mission because of his cunning. The Ragnors believed in his survivability as well as his capacity for manipulation and planning. They had hoped that by using Loki, they could remain lowkey, not overextending themselves.

     This was why Loki hid his identity. He couldn't afford the Pakal main branch learning of their actions, or else it would sprout curiosity. Something the entity did not want.

     So, instead, the Ragnors were portrayed as an unwanted branch clan. And because they were sent to the worst universe in a quadrant, it was believable. It was only a shocking turn of events that resulted in this 'unwanted' branch in fostering not one, but three faith seeds.

     In addition, since the Pakal branch of this universe wasn't in contact with its main branch, because they had been forced to flee from it, they were never a real worry to begin with.

     All in all, this meant that within the 20 or so years it would take Dyon's soul to unseal itself, the Ragnors could have already re-established themselves in this universe. Even worse, their target would without a doubt be this very Belmont Holy Land considering that was Loki's target as well!

     This place would be constantly monitored, looking for changes. If Dyon took his wives and subordinates to leave then, none of them would be strong enough to deal with the situation. In fact, Dyon might be forced to give himself up again as the one who dealt the final blow to Loki.

     As for the second reason, it was one that maybe only Dyon would have the awareness to be worried about at this current stage. While everyone was worried about the immediate problem at hand, Dyon was fully calculative of the ripple effects of what had transpired over the past half year.

     Just what was Dyon worried about?... The Uidah King God Clan.

     Before the last campaign, the Uidah had treated this universe as a joke. Their Sons and Daughters would only come here on a whim, and most often, they would only be the Sons and Daughters of the meridian formation level. The only reason those of the Essence gathering level appeared this time was because of Alidor's odd movements, in addition to Amethyst's temple. Usually, even they wouldn't bother.

     However, many things they couldn't ignore had happened this time… And the most glaring? Was the death of their 5th Son. Even worse? Because of Alidor, the murder was attached to Dyon!

     To a certain extent, that could be ignored. Sons and Daughters were often in tough competition, so why would they care so much about a 5th Son? Let alone one of the meridian formation level.

     For one, that thinking is faulty. Although the Sons and Daughters wouldn't care, the elders would. This would be nothing less than a slap in the face to them.

     To put things into perspective. There were millions of meridian formation experts within a clan so close to becoming an Emperor God Clan. And yet, this person was ranked 5th out of all of them! Regardless on if he was looked down by his siblings, within the clan, his worth was only outmatched by higher ranked Sons and Daughters.

     Secondly, even if the Sons and Daughters didn't care about 5th Son's death, per se, that didn't mean that they didn't also take it as an insult. Not for the sake of 5th Son, but themselves.

     All of this pointed toward the Uidah placing much more of a focus this universe. Something they had never done before…

     It was too late to blame Alidor at this point. In reality, Dyon didn't even care too much. If Alidor hadn't been there, Dyon would have had to fight for the tower anyway. After controlling the Epistemic Tower, it was only a matter of time before everyone noticed the differences in that gate, then the Uidah would have set their sights here anyway.

     When all of these issues are coupled with the information Dyon found in 5th Son's spatial ring, it all pointed toward a bad future for this universe.

     Why? Because the Uidah King God Clan, as 3rd Son stated himself, was only a single universe away from becoming an Emperor God Clan, solidifying themselves as the third in this quadrant. After all, only controlling 25 universes was needed for such a rank.

     With this being the case, it was only a matter of time before the Uidah focused their forces here. And now, they had even more ample reason to.

     Dyon had little doubt that come the time when the gates opened next, his main opponents would be the Sons and Daughters of the Uidah King God Clan.

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     605 Dukes and Duchesses 3

      Well, as much as Dyon would like that to be true, the reality of the situation was that he was stuck here. Not only that, he was stuck here with many of the talents that were meant to be tasked with defending Earth's gate.

     Lionel was here. Evelyn was here. He was here. Madeleine was here. Ri was here. His demon generals were here. Even worse, it was unlikely that Thor and Vidar would be participating in such a thing either considering the Ragnors would now be war criminals of the Belmont family.

     Dyon couldn't save Zabia now and had to leave him in a coma-like state because he couldn't make the pill necessary to recover his talent without his soul. Ulu would be 3-4 months pregnant when the gates next opened, not to mention dead with 9 months.

     Dyon didn't know it now, but the Shruti had left the universe, unwilling to deal with the fallout of the war the Ragnors started.

     The Aumens and their planet would have to be punished, and the Clyte and theirs had been severely crippled with the death of their king.

     This was not to mention up and coming talents like Delia and Zaire were trapped here with Dyon as well.

     The truth of the matter was that the Uidah had been placing more and more pressure on this universe recently because they were only one universe away from a watershed. However, because of the influence of the Shruti and Jafari, who came from other universes and quadrants, this universe had gotten a boost in strength they hadn't noticed until this world tournament.

     However, now, all of those things were gone! To say the power of this universe had halved would be an understatement. If Dyon didn't lock down the gates, they might fall within one campaign.

     This wouldn't be a perfect solution. After all, travel without the gates was possible. However, because of how expensive it was, and the numbers the Uidah would need to succeed, this method would likely buy them a lot of time, and as such, was worth using.

     Even with all of these worries though, all Dyon could do was watch the Daiyu be massacred by the Belmont Ancestor. He felt handicapped beyond belief with his soul strength, but there was nothing he could do about it. That was the price he had to pay to keep him life.

     **

     In a distance universe stood a prosperous kingdom few could match. Whether it be the grandeur of the towering structures, the density of the energy, or the quality of its people, this was truly an Emperor God Clan.

     This was the Ragnor Clan's empire. It looked very much like a silver wonderland, with an interesting power structure that ran solely on lightning will sources. The inlay of crystals would astonish anyone seeing them. The display of wealth was unprecedented as those very crystals that embedded themselves into the exquisite pavements were without a doubt essence stones!

     That value of such a thing was astronomical. But, no less was expected of the Universe known as Asgard.

     Within the largest building of the Ragnor Capital, Rainbow Bridge City, a meeting of the elite and the elites was taking place.

     At the helm, sat a man relatively short in stature. He had a full and round beard as clear as white snow that matched his long and flowing hair. His sharp and deep blue made few dare to comment on his height. In fact, doing so was nothing short of a death sentence considering this man had long since eliminated those who ridiculed him in his childhood.

     This man was none other than Odin Ragnor. A man feared by billions and revered as the leader of their Emperor God Clan.

     However, right now, he only sat and quietly listened. It was very rare that he would appear in public like this, so there was much he needed to catch up on.

     "It's been too long. With our karmic manipulation, Thor and Vidar's faith seeds should have already appeared within the general population. The hundred-year mark has long since passed, we've never had a mistake like this occur."

     "This was never an exact science. Messing with fate has always been the bane of our Ragnor Clan. It's about been about two decades since the hundred-year mark passed, we should have a bit more patience instead of seeking out more trouble for ourselves."

     What the Ragnors had learned, that few other clans dared to do because of the sheer inhumanity, was manipulating karma to force faith seeds to manifest much quicker.

     Karma was capable of being manipulating should one accumulate enough blank karmic slates to be sacrificed. In this case, the only way to do such a thing was to use newborns…

     The Ragnors not only used this sacrificial technique to bind faith seeds to the clan to forever control them, it also sped up the reincarnation of faith seeds so that the Ragnors would never have to deal with a drought of them.

     Normal clans would never go to this length. However, the Ragnors felt they had no choice. Because of the increased anger of the heavens during their break throughs, the number of Ragnors who could produce faith seeds to leave in the cycle of reincarnation were much too few. In fact, aside from Odin, Loki, Thor and Vidar, the Ragnors only had a single more! Even the Uidah King God Clan had more than 5 faith seeds. And, as a comparison between two Emperor God Clans, the Kitsune had 13!

     This was of course not accounting for faith seeds lost in the stream of time after having been shattered by enemies during conflicts. These faith seeds would manifest eventually, but it would take so long that often records of them would be lost. As a result, the reality was that the Kitsune likely have more than 20 to 30 faith seeds in their history, waiting to reassemble themselves. Whereas the Ragnor clan have no such hope.

     Those 5 faith seeds they have are vigorously protected by karma, making them impossible for any normal warrior to destroy before they dissipate.

     5 vs 30… The difference was clear.

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     606 Dukes and Duchesses 4

      "Thor and Vidar have already appeared."

     The voice of an old man with wrinkled skin hardly attached to his bones caused everyone to pause before a sigh of relief filled the room.

     The old man, quite eerily, had no pupils. Both of his eyes were nothing but an endless milky white. Likely backlash from a karma related cultivation deviation. However, despite this, he was the foremost expert in such matters.

     "They awakened their fates just two or three years ago. The most recent was just a few month ago, that being Vidar. They're likely both around 20 years old, so it falls in line with our predictions. There aren't any issues with our methods. However, they aren't in our territory."

     "Aren't in our territory?" The brows of many Ragnor ministers furrowed. Where could they be then?

     It wasn't rare for Ragnors to be exiled. However, it was more likely that they'd be killed for offending someone with the power to exile. This was why many were confused now.

     However, this was when many remembered that many had been sent on missions in the past hundred years because of a calamity that struck the Ragnors during that time. It was a calamity that caused them to lose two faith seeded geniuses in one sweep. This was the reason why, even with their methods, Vidar and Thor both appeared at the same time. It was because their previous owners died at the same time!

     "They aren't a part of those missions led by Hela. They are, interestingly, part of a mission I had long since forgotten about." The old man closed his eyes, no longer saying any more. However, what he had said was enough for many to remember.

     It had been a few hundred years now, since they had sent Loki off. The reality of the matter was that this was a mission few understood the purpose of because it was kept highly confidential. After all, the displeasure of an entity on that level wasn't something the Ragnors could afford to deal with. Although they were an Emperor God Clan here, that didn't mean they would be elsewhere.

     "Since this is the case, no longer speak of this. They will return in due time." Odin spoke for the first time. Although his stature was small, his voice seemed to put an unseen suppression on all of those present. Even the old man, who was respected by many, was no exception to this. His demeanor made everything clear. He was the one above all, the only Ragnor who didn't have to answer to anyone else. And the closest currently alive Ragnor to transcending.

     Everyone understood at this point that this wasn't a mission they would find more information about.

     In the mortal realm, Odin was the father of Vidar and Thor, as well as the adoptive father of Loki. However, in reality, Loki was Odin's only and most beloved son. That phrase may sound odd. Of course he's the most beloved, since he's the only one. But… The reality of the matter was different. After living for so long, and understanding the failing of the Ragnors, how could Odin truly only have a single child?

     No. The truth was the Odin had many children, but only one he truly acknowledged.

     To say that Loki had a high position among the Ragnors was… An understatement.

     The topic quickly changed.

     "What of Hela and her side of things?"

     The truth was the Hela was of high standing within the Ragnor Clan. In fact, she was betrothed to Loki, being the female with the highest talent and potential within the clan. If Loki hadn't taken it upon himself to undertake that mission of his, they would have long since been married.

     A smile spread across a minister's face. He happened to be Hela's father, and also the minister who was in charge of accumulating the information gathered by these missions.

     "First, a bit of good news. That daughter of mine ignored out advice and underwent her celestial break through."

     The air seemed to freeze as the hearts of the men in attendance seized.

     In other clans, this would be a happy occasion. Geniuses, although they faced more of heaven's wrath, rarely died from tribulation trials. However, it was clear to everyone by this point that the difficulty presented to a Ragnor was hundreds of times that of a normal individual. Especially one with a faith seed like Hela.

     "Be at ease, it's good news. She managed to survive, although she spent months in critical condition. In fact, she filled 7- and three-quarter meridians!"

     Astonishment filled the room. Even the old man once again opened his eyes, a slight look of surprise on his features before he smiled.

     To put things in perspective, even the Dragon King only filled 8 meridians during each of his advancements, and he was among the top ten talents to ever be birthed into the Dragon Clans. For Hela to fill so close to that number as she became a celestial was something that improved her position even in Odin's heart.

     "Good news aside," The minister continued, "There are much more pressing matters."

     It had taken a few decades of research and planning for Hela's team to find a method of crossing quadrants. So, much of the information received from Hela's team had been superficial until now. But, it seemed like the century long investment had finally paid off.

     "Hela classifies this as a top priority. And after reading it, it is without a doubt a quadrant level classification. If not higher." The minister's features lost his smile, becoming supremely focused.

     Odin faintly nodded. His one action caused a cascade of events to take place.

     Barrier after barrier fell down, accompanied by Moon level formations. Minutes went by before the endless booms ceased, leaving the once light room, completely darkened except for a few torches. In the next instant, tens of ministers died. However, it hardly left a mark on the hundreds of them that there were.

     No one blinked an eye to these events. And soon, the minister spoke again.

     "After you hear of this, you will not think that I've exaggerated even a bit. We'll call this codename Epistemic Tower."

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      The minister continued to diligently explain the information his daughter had collected, not daring to miss a detail as the dead bodies were dealt with.

     Any government would of course have spies from competitors. It was also unlikely that the Ragnors had weeded them all out, but that just meant that those currently in the room would be heavily monitored for the next hundred years – a policy put in place by the very first Odin himself.

     However, they all also understood that simply by virtue of killing these spies, they would alert their enemies that there were likely to be large movements taking place in the near and not too distant future.

     That said, there was nothing that could be done about this. It was better than didn't know what was going on.

     The more the minister explained the more shocked the room became.

     To think that there was such a treasure trove in their very own quadrant, yet they never knew. How long would they have spent in the dark had they not been forced into a corner on that day a hundred or so years ago?

     The day that Vidar and Thor died, or rather, the day the previous wielders of their faith seeds died, was a black stain on the Ragnors. And shockingly enough, it wasn't their long-standing enemies, the Pakals, that were responsible. In fact, the Pakals suffered as well, losing their faith seeded genius, Asura, in the process.

     At that time, the Ragnors had little understanding of what was happening, or even why these people attacked them. All they knew was that although their cultivation levels were similar, their foundations were incomparably pure and refined, to a level many of the Ragnors and Pakals couldn't hope to reach.

     By the end, it was clear that they were looking for something, but couldn't find it. So, after toying Vidar and Thor to death, and realizing that Odin and elders like him were too much for them to handle, they leisurely used their escaping treasures to disappear without a trace.

     However, before that, they had challenged hundreds of geniuses in the quadrant to battle, and not a single one but Hela, Loki, a genius of the Pakals and the current Uidah first Son of Sainthood survived. But… Surviving didn't mean they won…

     They called themselves Dukes and Duchesses. But, it was clear that that was a ranking their respective universes gave them in acknowledgement of their talent… A title well deserved.

     If it wasn't for them causing the Pakals and Ragnors to divert much of their resources into figuring out just where they came from, the Uidah would never had risen as far as they had. It was nearly impossible for three Emperor God Clans to appear at once, yet, that was what was about to happen.

     It was only now that the Ragnors finally understood just what happened.

     Those geniuses had been the participating members of the adjacent quadrant's Epistemic Tower. They had come here because they had noticed that no geniuses had emerged from this universe in a long time. Because of this, the directly deduced that either this universe didn't have geniuses capable of earning the tower's acceptance and were tossed out just like Alidor's companions had been, or that this quadrant had somehow neglected their Epistemic Tower.

     In order to figure this out without revealing their hand, they decided to go around challenging geniuses. At first, it was clear that they were inferior, and many started to believe that it was the former reason. But, after running into Loki's tricks, and Hela's ferocity, coupling this with the Pakal and Uidah geniuses, it became clear that there were in fact members of the younger generation that were capable of earning the tower's acceptance. This left the latter option as the only remaining option. This universe had forgotten about its Epistemic Tower!

     Having deduced this, those geniuses spent a lot of effort trying to find the tower. After all, if their quadrant could have two tower key holders, instead of one, they'd have an unprecedented advantage.

     Unfortunately, because of their rampant and carefree nature, and overall carelessness, they had alerted the true experts of this quadrant. After that point, they had no choice but to return. If they had stayed, no matter how talented they were, it only meant death.

     However, at this point, the Ragnors could only thank them. If it hadn't been for this Dukes and Duchesses, how would they have known to investigate other quadrants? It wasn't that the Ragnors never had any ambition to do so, but with so many enemies here, how could they divert their attention away unless they were forced in this way?

     "Does Hela have any ideas on where our Epistemic Tower may be? We cannot allow the keyholder to be a Pakal."

     "Hela made a few guesses, but there is one other thing of importance that must be stated first.

     "Hela noted that the Pakals made the same moves as us, as well as the Uidah. It is likely that even with our counter measures, their own intelligence groups have learned what we have. In fact, it is because Hela fought with the 1st Son of Sainthood, the bastard from the Uidah, that she could no longer suppress her cultivation long enough to come home.

     "Because of this, Hela suggests that we quickly find the tower, however we need to make concessions to the other power house clans as well."

     A heavy tension filled the room. Everyone here understood Odin's personality. If it wasn't for the fact his son's father in law had said these words, Odin may have directly killed this minister for suggesting such a thing. However, this minister understood that this needed to be said.

     "I apologize for my words, Lord Odin," The minister apologized sincerely, bowing his head. "However, a treasure of this caliber will result in nothing less than all out war. If we do not do this, it is likely that we will have to face both the Pakals and the Uidah. This is something we cannot afford."

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      What the minister said was correct. There was a reason why although there was only a single key wielder, there would still be many tower participants who weren't from the same clan, necessarily, as the wielder.

     The Epistemic Tower was literally the best key to transcendents throughout the cosmos. If only an astronomically small percentage of martial warriors became transcendents, the number who did without using the Epistemic Tower was an even more unfathomably small percentage of that already small percentage.

     This basically meant that if you wanted to have hopes of becoming a transcendent, something that was already nothing but a dream for the vast majority, doing so without the tower would be even worse than a dream. It would be nothing short of foolish.

     Knowing this, how could those clans be willing to give it up without a fight? Even if it meant teaming up to suppress the Ragnors, they would do it.

     This is why clans share their Epistemic Tower quotas. Although many prefer to be the key wielder, as it gives certain advantages, as long as the clan who holds the key currently is willing to share, so to speak, conflicts can be held to a minimum.

     The minister understood this, and as such, had no choice but to bring it up. They could search for the Epistemic Tower, and hopefully find it first. But, in the case that they do, they had to be prepared.

     Seeing that Odin's sharp gaze lessened, the minister sighed a breath of relief before continuing.

     "As for where, Hela is not sure, but she did have some ideas. It is almost an impossibility that the previous Emperor God Clans didn't know of this tower. In fact, it's likely because they were wiped out by that unknown force that the information about the Epistemic Tower was lost to us in the first place.

     "So, Hela suggested that we explore gates that bordered those olden regions. The Epistemic Tower was likely on the cusp of shared territory because whoever wielded the key, would have had to share as well. However, finding records of such a thing will be exceedingly difficult, especially since if we had records like those, we would have long since known about this tower."

     The ministers nodded in agreement. Finding information about those times was exceedingly difficult. There were without a doubt many resources that were lost now because of that warring period.

     "AH!" The old man startled awake, causing everyone's eyes to be attracted to him.

     This old man was always the calmest of them all. What could possibly make him react like this?

     He held his chest, breathing heavily as a bitter look appeared on his features. He knew that this news would not bode well for the Ragnors, but even worse, if he was the one to say this out loud, he had no confidence that Odin wouldn't just directly kill him to vent his anger.

     By the time the old man finally calmed himself and steeled his nerves enough to look up, he found a pain of blue eyes so piercingly cold staring at him that they looked like lasers of light even in this dark room.

     "Lord Odin…" The old man was unable to look away. Although he had no pupils, it could be said that he saw things far clearer than most people. He could feel death creeping up on him, finally ready to take him away. It was his misfortune that he wouldn't die to old age…

     "Loki is dead."

     Silence reigned the room. Not a single person dared to speak. All excitement that might have been brought by the information on the Epistemic Tower was completely wiped away by this singular three worded sentence.

     A dense tension hung in the air, slowly building even as Odin's facial expression remained the same.

     Few understood what Loki's mission was, but Odin did. As much as he wanted to rampage about, and take out his anger and the person who ended Loki's life, if it was who he thought it was, even if all 100 quadrants came together it would mean nothing to this entity.

     And now he had given up his. For what?

     Not once did Odin even think that Loki could have died another way. The only reason he was restraining his temper was out of fear for the entity. But, if he had known that the person responsible was just a mere child in his eyes, who knew how he would react.

     The old man knew very little about this mission of Loki's, but when he saw his short tempered Lord react with restraint, he couldn't help but make some guesses as to just what level of danger Loki must have been in to make Odin respect it.

     However, there was one more piece of information he had to muster up the courage to share… This effected the entire Ragnor Clan, and no matter how scared her was, he must say these words.

     "There's something else…" The old man said in a weak voice, finally prying his gaze away from Odin to stare at the floor, ready for whatever punishment may come. "I've lost all sense of karmic ties to Loki's faith seed. I can't find it in the stream of reincarnation as a result. I – I don't know what happened…"

     Surprisingly, though, this tidbit of information made Odin even more sure of what happened. Who else in this universe could have the power to erase karmic ties if not for that entity?

     Right now, he regretted trusting that thing from the very beginning, but he also knew that the entity was much too powerful to be ignored. And although he was imprisoned now, judging by the power of his subordinates, the Ragnors had no choice but to submit…

     In the next instant, Odin stood, disappearing from where he stood. None of the Ragnors knew when they'd see him again.

     **

     Back in the Belmont Holy Land, a book inside of Dyon's spatial ring was happily glowing, excited to have added a new power house to its pages.

     There, on the 6th page, sat the glowing bulb of light that had endless inscriptions floating within it, each of which corresponded to a different legacy or dao.

     If Odin had seen this, his anger would have been enough to destroy universes.

     In this world, there were very few things that could undo such strong karmic ties. However, to a weapon of the 33 heavens, such a thing was child's play.

     Whereas Odin thought the entity was the one who used his power to steal his son's faith seed, the truth was the true culprit was The Soul Tome!

     That bulb of light, riddled with endless inscriptions, was none other than Loki's faith seed!

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     609 QA / SBS

      Since we're so far into RMW and a lot of you guys have been with us for a while, I thought I should do a question and answer type chapter.

     Feel free to leave any questions you have about RMW, its future, what's occurred, any clarification you guys need, any theories, etc in the comment section. You can also ask questions about me and what I do outside of writing, and also ask about my other work TGL as well (although that's currently on hiatus).

     I'll leave this chapter up for a few days and let the questions accumulate. I'll be posting answers to your questions sometime next week.

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     610 Ancestor 1

      King Acacia, after hours of flying, could now finally see Earth in the distance. His speed increased another fold as he blasted through the atmosphere, allowing rings of flames to be deflected by his celestial energy. However, the sights he was greeted with were far and away out of his expectations.

     He had been coming here at his fastest speed in order to help, but what he found was a war that was already over. In fact, much of the Ragnors and their allies were either rounded up, or had long since fled.

     Even more surprisingly, now that his agitated state had calmed, he suddenly became aware that his wife's soul was here instead of at the Ice Belt.

     'How did Kawa get here before me….' King Acacia had no idea what was going on, but currently, there was a heated argument going on down below. In any other situation, King Acacia would have ignored it. After all, his goal right now was to find and stop Loki. However, without an understanding of the situation – a situation that had clearly drastically changed – how could he understand what next step to take?

     "Father, I disagree!" Ire Pakal couldn't understand what he was hearing.

     His father had left with the unknown experts from before. But, realizing he was of no help to that situation, he came back in order to stabilize this situation first.

     When he found his eldest son, Ire, about to kill Thor and Vidar, he immediately stopped him, much to the anger of his son.

     "If we kill them now and shatter their faith seeds, we can cripple the Ragnors. Why would you stop me from doing this? Have you thought about how many of our own we've lost to them and their inhumane tactics? I was here listening the screams and cries of our own people being devoured by them. How could we allow them to live?!"

     Ire didn't dare to claim that he was fighting while his father wasn't. After all, he was quite aware that Patriarch Pakal had been fighting a battle on a scale far larger than what was occurring here. In addition, he would normally never question his father. Especially not in public. Such a thing was a major taboo and much too disrespectful, even if he was the eldest son.

     However, he couldn't restrain himself. His boundless disgust for the Ragnors had started early. He knew their true nature. In fact, maybe a blood leeching will like the red crystals was the perfect representation of this clan of people.

     Patriarch Pakal sighed. "You don't understand." He was calm and patient. Despite his son's outburst, he didn't reprimand him, not did he give way to anger. "With out power, it would be impossible to shatter their faith seeds. All we would do is alert the Ragnors of this universe."

     This was correct. Although Ire had understanding of the laws that governed faith seeds, he was still very much ignorant of matters concerning karma in conjunction with such things.

     The Ragnors, because of their handicap, invested heavily karmic protections for their limited faith seeds. This made it possible not only to pull them out of the cycle of reincarnation much quicker, it also allowed for a barrier of protection that could last just long enough so that a faith seed could fade away peacefully.

     It seemed that his father's words had finally gotten through to him, but Ire was still not satiated. He knew that killing Thor and Vidar would bring untold calamity to this universe, but what did that have to do with them as Pakals? Was it not their goal to make their way back to their main branch?

     Plus, there was protection of the gates. It wasn't like the Ragnors could just make their way across the universes casually. Even if they used means other than the gates to cross, such a method would be ridiculously costly, meaning the Ragnors wouldn't be able to invest a large amount to.

     "Father, we have to think of the future. Even if we cannot shatter their faith seeds, killing them will be enough. Eliminating two of the five Ragnor faith seeds would be a great meritorious feat. Little brother Caedlum could use this to gain a foothold in the main Pakal branch before taking it all over."

     Despite how sound his argument sounded, Patriarch Pakal still shook his head. "You are too naïve. Maybe it is my fault for spending so much time on Caedlum's development and neglecting you. The main branch cannot be taken by diplomacy, nor can it be negotiated with.

     "You see them as family because that's what's in your heart. However, they will never place you in their hearts as you have them.

     "They may take your brother in initially, but after understanding his background, there's no doubt that they will use him… Do you remember why the Ragnors became aware of our Blood Sacrifice technique?"

     Ire remained silent, a deep frown setting into his features.

     By now, most important figures understood that the Pakal branch of this universe was forced to flee from the main Pakal Emperor God Clan. During that escape, they took with them techniques passed down by the Demon Sage, of which included the Blood Sacrifice Technique.

     However, a few years ago, Patriarch Ragnor, or Loki, as Dyon had come to know him, started a war to steal this technique. So, the question was… How did he know they had it? Why would Loki be so sure that this fleeing branch family had such an important technique? Enough to risk his exposure and potentially pre-emptively alert the Belmonts in starting a war?

     The answer lay with Caedlum's faith seed, Asura.

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     611 Ancestor 2

      Caedlum's birth was a day of both darkness and light for Patriarch Pakal.

     For one, it was the day that marked his wife's inevitable death. She was a simple woman with decent constitution that Patriarch Pakal had chosen among those of this universe. As a Patriarch of a God Clan, women like her were hardly difficult for him to attain. But, he took a liking to her. She was a gentle and reassuring figure in the face of the cards he had been dealt.

     However, that day was also a light of hope. Although faith seeds wouldn't be detected from far distances unless they were awakened. If an expert was in close proximity, it was possible to detect even an unawakened faith seed, given that you actively looked for it.

     Out of sheer desperation, Patriarch Pakal had fallen into the habit of personally checking every newborn Pakal child. It just so happened that the chosen among them was his own son.

     This truth though… Was a double-edged sword.

     The day that Caedlum awakened his faith seed, would be the day that the Pakal main branch knew of their survival and their general location. And yet, if they wanted revenge, Caedlum couldn't hide his faith seed forever…

     At first, Patriarch Pakal wanted to take his son's faith seed and shatter it. After all, one required a certain blessing in talent to be chosen by a faith seed from birth anyway. That meant that Caedlum would likely be an astounding talent even without his seed.

     But the problem with that plan was something that left Patriarch Pakal horrified… Something he didn't have the heart to tell anyone else, but also fueled his will to want to destroy the current Pakal clan as well…

     The very same karmic bindings found on Ragnor faith seeds…. Were found on Pakal ones as well…

     This only meant a single thing. While Patriarch Pakal was lamenting over the inhumane actions of the Ragnors and their despicable nature, his own clan had been acting in this same way behind their backs!

     Truthfully speaking, the Pakals only did this because they were forced into a competition with the Ragnors. If the Ragnors suddenly monopolized the majority of faith seeds in the quadrant, they'd be at a huge disadvantage. This was because even though the Ragnors only had five faith seeds, a single clan despite having more, wouldn't usually manifest more than 3 or 4 in a single generation.

     However, this 'excuse' didn't stop Patriarch Pakal from being sick to his stomach. When he thought about all of the innocent lives needed to make what he saw possible, the anger in his heart only burned stronger.

     At this point, anyone who was paying attention to the history of this quadrant would have noticed this much earlier. Why? Because around the same time Thor and Vidar died, Asura died at the hands of the Dukes and Duchesses too.

     It was no coincidence that all three faith seeds appeared at the same time… They were all tied together by the same death and the same bloody massacres…

     When Patriarch Pakal saw this truth, he was at a loss for what to do. Maybe the reason he wanted to save Thor and Vidar now because he saw in them the very same shackles that once bound his own son…

     At the time, Patriarch Pakal could only lament his own misfortune. He prepared himself to forget about Caedlum ever having a faith seed, making sure to seal it away so that even his son would never detect it.

     However, that was when his wife asked him what was wrong. Her smile was so simple and sweet that it almost undid all of the knots in Patriarch Pakal's heart.

     After hearing that her son would be forever shackled, Mistress Pakal paled. Her heart ached, unwilling to have her son share such a fate.

     So, she called in her sons. Three in total. One in her arms, and two growing toddlers, one of which was Ire. She spent weeks with them, never taking the time to do anything else. Although this confused Patriarch Pakal, he had no reason to stop it. After all, it was just a mother spending time with her sons.

     But then, on one day, that simple woman that Patriarch Pakal had fallen for, said words so profound that they shocked him.

     "To wash away karmic strings created by the utmost selfishness… You need karmic strings forged by the utmost selflessness…"

     That day was the day Patriarch Pakal ended his wife's life. For the sake of her son's future, she sacrificed everything to buy his freedom.

     Fortunately, her simple philosophy worked. Unfortunately, it came at a price even beyond her life.

     To extract the essence of a person is an incredibly difficult thing to do. Every time Dyon obtained the essence of an expert, it was through that expert themselves. However, Caedlum's mother was a simple woman. She didn't have a celestial soul to detach from herself to fulfill such requirements. As such, Patriarch Pakal was forced to use the Blood Sacrifice technique on his own wife…

     This freed Caedlum from ever having to worry about the karmic ties of his faith seed, letting him have all the time he needed to grow into the man who could take revenge on the clan who did this to his family.

     However, it also alerted the Ragnors. The use of such a powerful technique would hardly go unnoticed, especially by someone so familiar with it like Loki.

     This started the cascade of events that led to the Legacy World battle Dyon was forced to flee from.

     "Do you understand now, Ire? My son." Patriarch Pakal placed his hand on his eldest son's shoulder, a tired look in his murky brown eyes. "There is no need for you to feel this deep seeded loyalty to our clan. You need only feel anger. Be calculative. Be smart. Don't act based on emotion, act on your better judgement. Do you understand?"

     Ire was stunned, his eyes glistening in anger. But in the end, how could he not understand?

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     612 Ancestor 3

      King Acacia waited patiently for the son and father to finish their moment together. Patriarch Pakal hadn't bothered to hide their conversation from him, likely because he recognized King Acacia and Dyon's father in law, and thus trusted him as a result. Either way, this was just yet another tragic story of the martial world… A place never short of endless cruelty..

     "King Acacia, I'm glad you've made it back. A friend of yours wanted me to tell you that your wife is safe and sound." Patriarch Pakal turned to King Acacia, smiling amiably.

     King Acacia couldn't help but bitterly smile. All this time, he had done next to nothing.

     While King Belmont felt horrible for not doing enough, the truth was that he at least defeated enemies. King Acacia had done none of that.

     However, when he heard Kawa was safe, he breathed a sigh of relief. And also hearing that it was a friend, the figures of Amell and Nora couldn't help but surface in his mind.

     "If it's them, then there's little to worry about." King Acacia said with a smile. It seemed like all his worries were for nought. But, Patriarch Pakal's complicated gaze told a different story.

     "Is there something wrong?" King Acacia probed.

     "The situation might be more complex than we give it credit for. It's already been a few hours since Nora began attempting to decipher the formation shrouding the Belmont Holy Land, but it doesn't seem like she's made any progress."

     "A formation Nora is struggling with?..." King Acacia couldn't fathom just how complex such a formation would be.

     "Yes. From my understanding, its been catalyzed by the death of its layer, making it many times stronger."

     "Death…" King Acacia had mixed feelings about this piece of information. But, at the very least, one of their stronger enemies was dead. That was good.

     Patriarch Pakal nodded, "It may be best if you head over personally. Nora said your True Empath abilities may help greatly."

     King Acacia agreed. He may be able to find some weak points that could help. However, just as he was about to leave, an unexpected group of people blocked his path although there was no hostility in their actions.

     "King Acacia, Patriarch Pakal." The group bowed, following the lead of an otherworldly beauty who couldn't have been more than 25 years old. This, of course, was Ulu.

     "Is there something the matter?" The two of them nearly spoke at the same time, both being used to be the leaders of their clans.

     The truth was that they were still apprehensive about this clan. With their intelligence networks, they had long since understood that the new holders of Planet Nix weren't so simple. Somehow, they had overthrown the previous clans entirely, before establishing their own... Within 20 year!

     "We've heard of your problem, and would like to help." Ulu responded simply.

     "Really? How can you do that?"

     Despite being questioned, Ulu didn't seem to mind too much. "We're in debt to Dyon, we owe him our aid. If not for him, our young lord would have died by now.

     "As for how, we have many sealing experts here. Although we can't claim to be unmatched, if given a few minutes to prepare, our elders can lay down a formation suppressing seal. This suppression seal should work on even moon level formations depending on the situation.

     "If we couple our expertise with yours, King Acacia, undoing the formation can be done by force. No?"

     King Acacia nodded. This plan could work. If they weakened the barrier, then used him to find its weak point before they all attacked it together… This plan really could work.

     However, it all hinged on the Planet Nix members. King Acacia knew they were looking for something in this universe. Only time would tell just what their motivations are…

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     In the Belmont Holy Land, Dyon now stood before Chenglei, and although they were separated by a wall of Daiyu ready to die for, Dyon could feel his fear and apprehension as he leisurely walked out of the cave.

     Dyon wouldn't forget the humiliation Chenglei tried to make him suffer at his hands. He had burned the image of his fists careening through the air to connected with his face.

     The Belmont Ancestor had stopped attacking and now stood half a step behind Ri and Madeleine. He had long since sensed the source of Amethyst within Madeleine, and seeing how she deferred to Dyon, he could after as such too.

     "Don't think I'll beg for my life." Chenglei spoke words directly to Dyon after the battle quietened.

     Dyon stared at Chenglei as though he was looking at a bug, an insignificant existence that he could snap out of existence in an instant. How could he care abut such words now?

     Lionel and Evelyn were still awkwardly tied, only capable of the faintest of movements. But, they were put within eye view for Chenglei, helping him to understand that even his hidden allies had been captured.

     Seeing Dyon's attitude, Chenglei's veins bulged as he clenched his jaw, unwilling to accept this turn. It seemed that now… he had no choice.

     "Kill them." Dyon spoke commandingly, leaving the Belmont Ancestor with no choice but to follow orders. However… That was when something unexpected happened…

     Chenglei's eyes sharpened.

     "Warrior of the Daiyu. Beast of the skies. Ancestor of mine and blood of mine."

     Dyon's eyes widened as the Dragon King immediately understood what was going on. Beasts could have Ancestors too, although their process required reading a writ due to the connection beasts had with the universe, it was still relatively simple.

     Chenglei was summoning an Ancestor of the Daiyu!

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      Dyon frowned, immediately placing Ri and Madeleine behind his back. They didn't want this, but now that Dyon's body had broken into the saint realms, their bodies were akin to feathers in his hands even when they struggled. Unless they used their wills, something they'd never do against their own husband, they wouldn't have a chance at resisting.

     When the saw Dyon's large back, tattooed with brilliant white, black and gold wings, they couldn't help but feel a sense of security even with the impending doom.

     Dyon had every reason to be apprehensive even if the Belmont Ancestor was by his side. For one, the legacy of the Belmonts could not compare to the Daiyu even remotely. One was a former Emperor God Clan, the other was a Royal God Clan at its peak. And secondly, even worse, the Belmont Ancestor was already running out of time!

     Dyon made a grasping motion at the air, but he immediately wanted to hit himself afterward. He had instinctively wanted to use his weapon's hell formation to kill Chenglei as quickly as possible to stop the summoning, but how could he without his soul?

     However, Dyon didn't give up.

     His skin reddened as his circulated his Demon Emperor's Will technique, pushing it directly to the peak of the first act.

     Reaching back, he lightly touched Ri's hand, ignoring the comfort to focus on the ring on her finger. In the next instant, a grandmaster spear appeared in his hand, just one among the many in the celestial deer sect inventory.

     "Extreme Yang. Darkest Jade. Daiyu of the East. Ruler of the North." Chenglei continued to focus on his chants. He had to deal this. He was the only one who could do this. Exactly like Lionel Belmont, only a select few of a clan could call upon their ancestors. Although it was unknown to Chenglei how Lionel stopped others from doing so, that was the last thing on his mind right now.

     Right now, Chenglei had no idea where his grandfather was. In fact, seeing Dyon now forced a deep sense of dread to settle within him. Although the fate of his grandfather was obvious by now, he didn't dare to finish the thought.

     By this point, Dyon could only desperately hope that his strength was enough. Chenglei was still being surrounded by the few hundred saint Daiyu left, and without his wills, the likelihood that he could make it through was nearly zero. The problem was that he could feel that his Demon Emperor's Will had significantly weakened. It was originally a technique that relied heavily on his demonic will. Without it, it lost 50% of its effectiveness. This made what should have been a x8 multiplier, a mere x4!

     However, it was at this point that his demon generals aimed their long-range attacks as well, being intelligent enough to understand that this was a time sensitive task.

     The skies twisted and bent, an enormous amount of energy accumulating. Both sides acted, although with diametrically opposing goals. One for absolute attack, and the other for absolute defense!

     Dyon's arms flexed, the muscles of his torso pulled in tightly as his hazel-green eyes landed on Chenglei. In the next instant, a flurry of attacks were released.

     Endless streams of wills raged forward, however, their organization was impeccable. Although Dyon wasn't able to communicate with his demon generals now, they understood their roles perfectly. They had already shifted into their various corps, organized by will specialty, causing their attacks to blend perfectly without any clashing!

     The Daiyu were stunned. There was simply a different level of organization the Demon Generals reached under Dyon's presence. It was as though his very will permeated through all of them. A feat only possible if each and everyone of these prideful geniuses saw him as their undisputed leader!

     "Help me." Dyon motioned to celestial expert.

     Without so much as another word, Dyon's arm flashed forward with blinding speed, releasing a spear the shattered the air as though even space was a hindrance to it.

     The attacks of the Demon generals blasted the Daiyu apart, raining down chaos in their once organized defensive formation.

     However, knowing this was their last chance, the Daiyu pulled out everything they had, even shamelessly using the last remaining Niveus Sect members as meat shields to achieve their goals.

     A once highly lauded God Clan was reduced to nothing but a sect of women crying for mercy. While a once respected Emperor God Clan was reduced to the lowly state of using their allies in such a way.

     Evelyn could only watch with horror setting in her eyes as the women she called sister, the women she herself led here, died one after another, being thrown out by their supposed aliies.

     But, none of it mattered. There were simply too few enemies left. The attacks of the demon generals blasted through, leaving an alley from space from Chenglei to Dyon's quickly approaching spear.

     Its silver light glistened in the sun, but its beauty was lost on Chenglei. Fear grew in his eyes as death seemed to be awaiting him. However, he resolutely channeled his bloodline, furiously chanting the final words.

     Yet, no matter how much he wished it, he could tell that he wouldn't have the time to finish. Handicapped or not, Dyon had still multiplied his saint body's strength by 4. The spear was simply moving too fast.

     Chenglei closed his eyes, futilely chanting even with the knowledge he wouldn't make it.

     And just as expected, in a mere instant, Dyon's spear was before him.

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      The glistening spear was a meagre 3 feet away from Chenglei's forehead, prepared to pierce forward in the next instant. However… Dyon had underestimated the willingness of the Daiyu to die for their prince.

     Centuries had passed since the Daiyu were at their peak, but many here had been fed stories since their birth. Although their bloodline was no longer among the purest, they still had the arrogance of Dragons seeded deep within their bones.

     They had been disrespected, and effectively castrated by the celestial deer sect, even to their point where their very beast forms were locked away. And now, their bloodlines were so diluted that their young had lost all ability to manifest their most prized form, settling instead for pitiful soul manifestations from techniques stolen from the Elves.

     How could they continue to live like this? No matter how far removed from the supreme dragon race they were now, they were still a beast clan! A clan meant to represent the sovereign path! Even if it meant death, they would fight for the right of their clan to once again prosper!

     The man who moved was none other than Chenglei's father. Standing in front of his son, he burned his soul without hesitation. Due to his lack of talent, diluted bloodline, and the overall inadequate resources, he was still a mere high level essence gatherer. He was nothing like his father, Elder Daiyu, nor did he have the potential his son had. But, he had an unyielding will to see the Daiyu once again prosper.

     Elder Daiyu had once had many sons. But, due to the war with the celestial deer sect, many were directly killed, while the remaining few committed suicide after having their beast forms sealed. With the deep seeded pride of the Dragon race running through their veins, how could they withstand such humiliation?

     However, Elder Daiyu didn't have such a 'luxury'. The remaining hope of their clan rested with him and him alone. So he hid, slowly fostering allies and building up the Daiyu with their limited remaining resources.

     He hadn't married again, but understanding his bloodline needed to continue, he took a random woman with decent constitution and birthed Chenglei's father. Although he wasn't proud of this son's talent, he loved him nonetheless. And when Chenglei was born, it all became worth it.

     Chenglei's father remembered the first day he heard of Dyon. His son had come to him, explaining that the celestial deer sect had found themselves a successor. Chenglei had told him that Dyon killed an essence gathering expert like it was nothing and directly suggested awakening the ancestors to deal with him and the possible life saving treasures he may have.

     However, much like the prideful man that he was, he shut down the idea immediately. He even remembered his exact words as his life flashed before his eyes.

     'What kind of laughing stock would we be using those experts against a child.'

     Those were his very words… And now that child would be the death of him.

     There was no medicine for regret, so he could only bitterly laugh as the spear tore through his chest, shredding his heart to pieces in an instant.

     But, he stood tall, using the strength he gained burning his soul to grasp the shaft, stopping it from continuing forward.

     Blood split from his mouth. But the smile on his face never faded. In his life, he had never made any large contributions. But this moment, it would be his legacy.

     "Ancestor, we humbly plead for your mighty presence."

     Dyon watched this scene with a deep frown on his expression. However, unfortunately for Chenglei's father, Dyon had already calculated for such a variable and Ancestor Belmont had long since acted.

     Just as the Daiyu were about to sigh in relief, another spear appeared, breaking out of its spatial concealment.

     Almost as though it was perfectly choreographed, Chengeli's father's body fell, perfectly concealing the spear from Chenglei's view until the final moment.

     In that instant, Dyon almost relaxed. He almost let his guard down… He almost felt like after days of fighting, he wouldn't have anything to worry about anymore…

     But he was wrong…

     Just when the spear was inches from Chenglei's forehead, a formless energy erupted as a door opened from the skies. Everything seemed to freeze in space, unwilling to move and agitate this figure.

     The only person remaining who could seemingly move freely was Dyon. But, even he could do nothing as a man standing ten meters tall stepped out of the foggy door…

     Despite his height, his long jet-black hair reached down his back, only ending at his ankles. He wore a tight fitting Changpao with silver embroidery, nearly bursting at its seams with the robustness of his solid build. His eyes were cold and yellow slits, flickering like a wild animal despite the contradictory calm nature of his chiselled features. This was without a doubt, the Daiyu Ancestor.

     Lionel was able to summon his ancestor directly from their tombs. However, Chenglei hadn't had this luxury. Unless the Daiyu Ancestor was willing to use his own power to connect to this space through Chenglei's bloodline, all of Chenglei's chanting would have been for naught…

     But not only did this ancestor come… He didn't wait for Chenglei to finish praising him… Something that had never happened in the history of the Daiyu.

     The truth was that Chenglei had long since finished the writs to the universe. The only remaining part of the ceremony was praise for the ancestor he wanted to call, a tradition added by none other than the arrogant Dragons themselves. After all, if normal dragons were already sovereigns, how could those powerful enough to be ancestors not be even more so?

     And yet, this ancestor had ignored all of that and if who his gaze landed on was any indication… The was seemingly related to Dyon…

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      The Belmont Ancestor moved to step forward, but Dyon blocked him.

     To the Belmont Ancestor, a suicide attack was just fine by him. In fact, it might garner him more good karma. But, such a thing was useless to Dyon. If he lost his most valuable piece in such a useless move, he might as well be cosigning them all to death. In the coming decades, with his strength so severely handicapped, he had to use his intelligence to his advantage. And letting the Belmont Ancestor fight, wasn't intelligent. Anyone could tell that this Daiyu ancestor was more powerful.

     The Daiyu suddenly simultaneously kneeled, ignoring even the most glaring of injuries to pay respects. Arrogant sovereigns or not, every clan had protocols and etiquette to follow.

     Dyon could tell that this ancestor was a dao formation expert, maybe even beyond, at his peak. However, his strength had been eroded by two things.

     For one, it seemed like Chenglei was reluctant to use him because this was his very last summoning. And two, the ancestor diverted much of his remaining strength to connecting to Chenglei's location from the Daiyu tombs.

     This observation didn't seem to mean much, though. He was still much more powerful than the Belmont Ancestor, even in this state.

     There was no surprise in the Daiyu Ancestor's gaze when he noticed a mere 16 year old not cowering under his oppressive might. In fact, he almost seemed as though he expected it… Inwardly this confused Dyon, until the ancestor spoke, that is.

     "Dragon King. Are you really unwilling to let my Daiyu family go?" Despite the words said, there was no hint of pleading in the ancestor's voice. In fact, he held an unyielding momentum in his tone.

     As soon as these words were spoken, Dyon understood immediately.

     The Daiyu ancestor came out like this because he had sensed the end of the Daiyu was near. With his senses, how could he not understand that only Chenglei had a bloodline powerful enough to call upon him? That only meant one thing. If Chenglei died, the Daiyu were all but extinguished.

     But that was only part of the reason. The second reason was because of the Dragon King. Dyon didn't have access to his soul, so although he now knew the sensitivity of Dragon King related matters, there was nothing he could do to conceal it unless he wanted to forever keep it within his spatial ring. However, he didn't feel safe doing so.

     Although there was confusion deep within the hearts of Dyon's allies, they didn't dare to say a word. They awaited to see if their leader could give them yet another miracle.

     "And why should I do such a thing?" Dyon responded calmly. All he could do now was act as the Dragon King would.

     The Dragon King wouldn't fear death, nor would he put the Daiyu bloodline in his eyes. However, doing such a thing wasn't too difficult for Dyon, he already had arrogance seeped deep within his bones.

     "You fight for humans while eradicating your own kind?" The ancestor retorted.

     "I fight for myself, and your family has happened to annoy me one too many times."

     "I can smell the blood of one of our best on you. Is that not enough?" The ancestor seemed to be taking a step back.

     The kneeling Daiyu couldn't believe what they were hearing. Especially Chenglei who had just lost his father and had now been confirmed to lose his grandfather. A deeply sour feeling spread through his heart, but he still didn't dare to look up.

     However, while these words were deeply painful to the Daiyu, it was yet another piece of the puzzle to Dyon.

     The aura of the Dragon King wasn't enough to make this ancestor take this approach. No. He also sensed the death of Elder Daiyu was related to Dyon.

     Elder Daiyu was no regular character. Even in the Daiyu's prime, he was their Patriarch, or rather, their Emperor as his formal title dictated. He was in line to become an ancestor after his death as well, it was just unfortunate that there would have been no one capable of presiding over the necessary ceremonies.

     The fact that his death was related to Dyon, and the fact Dyon had the Dragon King's aura on him, told the ancestor all he needed to know.

     As such, despite his arrogance, his first move was to negotiate.

     But, this wasn't so simple. To become a dao formation expert as he had in his life time, he would have had to be exceedingly intelligent.

     He understood that even if the Dragon King took over a person's body, he should still be limited by that body despite his knowledge. So, the real question was, what price did the Dragon King pay to kill Elder Daiyu then? And more importantly, could he do it again?

     The answer was, of course, no. But, Dyon just had to make it seem like the answer was yes.

     "He offended me, he died. His grandson offended me, he should die too." Dyon answer offhandedly.

     "Don't push this too far!" The ancestor roared in agitation.

     Dyon's eyes narrowed. "Or what? You'll destroy this meat sack of mine? Do you have the power to do so? And even if you did, so what? I've lived millions of years, and I'll continue to live millions more. I'll make it my second life's mission to wipe the Daiyu from existence if that's what you truly want."

     The ancestor clenched his teeth trying to calm his anger. Even if he used everything he had, it would be impossible to destroy the Dragon King's weapon. Added to the fact that he had limited time left as an ancestor, even if he wanted to hide it away, he wouldn't be able to protect it forever.

     If that was the case, as soon as the Dragon King found another poor soul to devour, the Daiyu he saved now would be finished and all of this would have meant nothing.

     The ancestor was suddenly at a loss of what to do. The Dragon King was truly too overbearing!

     "I'm willing," The ancestor breathed heavily, trying to calm himself, "I'm willing to do you any favor as long as it spares this boy and is within my power."

     Dyon calmly looked at the ancestor, taking his time. Minutes went by without anyone saying a word.

     Just when the ancestor was beginning to think that maybe he was wrong and this 'Dragon King' was just stalling for time, Dyon spoke.

     "I want your corpse, it will greatly help me improve this meat puppet of mine. I want whatever treasures are holed up in your Daiyu tombs, I know that even you lesser bloodlines have the same habits as true dragons. And, he becomes my slave." Dyon finished, pointing to Chenglei.

     With every passing word Dyon spoke, the face of the ancestor became redder and redder.

     Just the first request was more than overstepping a boundary of decency. He was essentially asking this ancestor to never allow his own body to rest in peace.

     The second was even more glaringly disgusting. It disrespected not just him, but also every Daiyu to ever earn a place in their tombs. What kind of tomb didn't have treasures? Kings, Pharaohs, Emperors, even their esteemed servants were all buried with ridiculous amounts of wealth.

     Even when the Daiyu were lacking resources, never did they dare to take them from their own tombs. And yet the 'Dragon King' wanted them now?

     And lastly, making Chenglei a slave? Making the last viable Daiyu a slave? This was no less than slapping the face of the entire Daiyu lineage.

     "Is there a problem?" Dyon continued as though there was no issue with what he said.

     The ancestor grit his teeth, no longer suspecting Dyon in the least. No one else could be so arrogant. Never would he think that there was someone else so bold in this world. Even the Dragon King was sounding out in a deep and shaking laughter in Dyon's mind right now. Dyon could tell he approved.

     The truth was, if even one of those request was missing, the ancestor would have chosen to attack. In his mind, the Dragon King would be disrespectful, true, but he also had to be greedy. And, most importantly, the real Dragon King would never let Chenglei off in the face of benefits. No matter what he received, Chenglei would have to suffer for his annoying him.

     As for how Dyon's subordinates and wives felt? They still didn't dare to speak, but the admiration in their eyes only grew fiercer with each passing moment.

     This was their husband.

     This was their leader.

     His place in their hearts was unshakeable.

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      During this entire process, Lionel could hardly control his shaking. However, oddly, this gave him a sense of relief.

     Unlike Ri, Madeleine and Dyon's Demon Generals, all of whom were certain that Dyon was in control of his own body, Lionel did not have that kind of understanding. To him, Chenglei and Evelyn, they all pieced together what they thought was the truth.

     The reason Dyon survived. The reason he was such a genius. The reason he thwarted their plans again and again. Was all because he was never truly Dyon to begin with. All of this time he was some ancient entity.

     This was why none of them dared to breathe out a single word… Just like the Daiyu Ancestor, they were fooled…

     Dyon's presence and his talent, were simply too overwhelming for them to accept any other explanation.

     There was no evidence more conclusive to them than the fact Dyon could withstand this pressure.

     What they didn't know was that Dyon had been dealing with such pressure all his life. From his father, to General Mace, to his Uncle. None of them had martial talent, but they cultivated in other ways. They sharpened their senses, refined their discipline, molded their spirits. No matter how much Dyon hated General Mace to his core, there was no doubting that all three of those men would stand at the top of the martial world had it not been for the entity.

     But, now Dyon had surpassed them.

     As a child, he was already capable of ignoring their presence. But now? With his Heaven's Blessing multiplied hundreds of folds? This ten-meter tall man meant nothing to him.

     The ancestor seemed to be having trouble holding in his anger. In fact, if Dyon didn't know he was a dragon, that shade of red would have likely been unhealthy.

     "How could the last viable successor of our clan become a slave? That's no different than our family ending right now."

     Dyon shrugged. "For a prideful dragon, that would indeed be the case. But, you have to earn the right to have pride in this world. Who are the Daiyu in front of me?" Those last words came out in a low growl. It contained such a deep arrogance that the ancestor was stunned.

     The tattoos on Dyon's back glowed, causing a tingling sensation to catch his attention – almost as though wings were threatening to burst from his back.

     Although Dyon ignored it for now, he had a faint understanding of why this happened. His humanoid manifestation was arrogant to its core to the point where it disdained the Soul Tome naming it. In this situation, even though Dyon's soul was sealed, his manifestation had already caused a physical change to him. If that wasn't the case, these tattoos would never have carved out a place for themselves in his skin.

     "It should be your Daiyu clan's pride to serve me in this life. When this body has run its course, maybe you'll be lucky enough for me to never bother with you again."

     The ancestor could only bury his feelings. A martial expert on the level of the Dragon King was guaranteed to step into the peak transcendent realm. Even if the "meat sack" he chose was of poor talent, with the Dragon King's knowledge, how could he not know of hundreds of ways to improve such a thing? Plus, with his faith seed attached, there was an innate advantage. Couple this with the fact he wouldn't be handicapped by his own faith seed, and as long as he wasn't killed, it was assured…

     Normally, faith seeded geniuses might fall into the habit of relying too much on their faith seed and stall their growth. However, how could the Dragon King have this problem if he was using his own? It was simply not a hurdle he needed to worry about.

     This made every time the Dragon King pseudo-reincarnated like this, even easier than the last.

     Someone who's completed the foundation stage can already live hundreds of years. Because of the purification of their organs, it wouldn't be surprising to live to 500 years old.

     Someone who's stepped into the essence gathering stage can already live to be 2000 years old, without issue. Depending on their progression, should they be stuck at this level, they could even live to be 3000.

     A saint could live to be 5000 years old.

     A celestial? 10 000 years old.

     However, dao formation is where martial experts begin to break into astounding levels. Even a first stage dao formation expert can live to be 100 000 years old. And for each additional stage? Another 100 000 years is added to the total.

     This not only showed the sheer difference between the quality of celestial vs enigmatic energy, it also showed just how difficult reaching new levels became as you progressed. Because even with this much time, those who reached transcendence could be considered a drop in a bucket the size of the cosmos. Even worse, those reaching even the peak of dao formation, although not as rare, was an anomaly in its own right.

     Unfortunately, there was no known age limit increase for half transcendence. Some said at this point you would already be immortal. While others said there was no benefit at all except for taking a step closer to true transcendence.

     All this was to say that it would be more than a million years until the Daiyu might have a chance at freedom. And who knows if Chenglei might piss off the Dragon King one day and die without any descendants at all?

     And yet, when those spectating thought the ancestor might finally fold, his large hand reached for the foggy door behind his back. In the next instant, treasures the likes of which Dyon had never seen flooded out with a coffin so large that it covered the sun in the skies.

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     617 Doomed 2

      Many couldn't believe what they were seeing. In fact, maybe on Dyon continued to maintain a deadpan expression, as though this was how things should be.

     Chenglei's mouth opened and closed. But in the end, he didn't dare to say a word. Even if he had the thought to, the pressure the ancestor was weighing down on everything right now would have tore his words into nothingness.

     Minutes passed by as the flow of treasures just seemed without end.

     The ancestor even brought out hundreds of other coffins, opening them up one by one and taking out their valuables. In fact, under Dyon's gaze, he grit his teeth and left the coffins themselves as well. How could the materials used to bury such experts be mediocre?

     However, the ancestor did feel a bit better about this. In his eyes, if he had to sacrifice for the good of the clan, they had to sacrifice too.

     Dyon thought he was rich before, but clearly not. He might have been for this pitiful universe, but the Ragnors quite literally used essence gathering stones as their cement. As for the Daiyu? Their wealth wasn't exaggerated.

     Dyon saw endless piles of energy stones, each one transcendent! In fact, there were even a few thousand Enigmatic stones as well!

     At the peak of energy stones, all three of dao, transcendent and enigmatic energy stones were filled with enigmatic energy. The difference between them was in quality. And there was no doubt that true enigmatic stones were a cut above the rest.

     But, it didn't end with energy stones. Countless blood red stones began to pile atop the energy stones. Dyon had no idea what they were, but he couldn't allow confusion to color his features. Not now.

     Luckily, the Dragon King sensed his confusion.

     "Those are stones capable of holding essence of reverse scales. Normal beasts and humanoid creatures have blood essence to represent your body cultivation. However, Dragons have a secondary ability atop of this. This is where our Dragon Soul ability comes from and why I said I couldn't teach it to you. The stronger the bloodline of the dragon, the stronger their reverse scale, and the more overbearing their sovereign path and Dragon Soul domain become."

     This left Dyon with more questions, though. Why would something like this be in a tomb?

     "It is the tradition of Dragons to fight amongst each other. Whether that be our own clans, or against other clans.

     "When a dragon is defeated, the winner is allowed to take the reverse scale of his or her opponent. Being buried with it is a direct representation of the prestige of a Dragon in life."

     'Wouldn't it be more beneficial to absorb it to make your own Dragon Soul stronger? With this many, I'd imagine even you might benefit.'

     The Dragon King scoffed, the disdain in his voice clear. "Even if my original body absorbed all of those with 100% efficiency, my Dragon Soul would hardly move even a percent of a percent of a percent forward."

     Dyon was stunned, although he didn't show it outwardly. There were millions of reverse scales here. In fact, considering these were all collected by Daiyu ancestors, how could they be weak?

     "You cannot fathom the amount of reverse scales needed to improve your Dragon Soul. You're essentially trying to defy the heavens by forcing it to give you more talent and more destiny. That's what a Dragon Soul represents.

     "Those crystals are the lowest of the low. They just barely qualify to be called Dragons instead of Lizards. They're ranked as bronze level Dragon Souls. Even a billion of them might not be worth the next rank: silver.

     "This is why they didn't bother to absorb them. It would do nothing for them. They'd rather display it as a badge for themselves.

     "The only reason he's presenting them to you, or I guess me, is because he knows I wouldn't have my reverse scale in this form."

     Dyon's brow furrowed. 'Then why can you use Dragon Soul?'

     "That was hardly my true Dragon Soul. That was only a sliver left behind in my faith seed. Didn't you notice that that so-called Elder Daiyu formed a bigger and stronger domain? That wasn't only because of the limitations of your soul. It's also the limitation of this form of mine."

     'So all this means that I can absorb these scales?'

     "If you don't mind becoming the enemy of the entire Drago-Qilin quadrant. If even a single dragon senses you, there may be problems."

     'I'll just pretend to be you again.'

     The Dragon King remained silent. That was indeed a good solution. But, it wasn't as though the Dragon King was devoid of enemies… And considering his status, those willing to be enemies with him were much stronger than the Daiyu.

     Dyon seemed to understand this, but he hardly cared. If no one provoked him, he would leave it be. But, if anyone did, if it meant having to burn an entire quadrant to ashes, he would do it.

     Dyon would never forget that his little brother had a name to make for himself in the Drago-Qilin lands. What kind of elder brother would he be if he didn't help put the Demon Qilins in their place for disrespecting his martial uncle?

     Thinking that thought, Dyon realized that although Little Black was half celestial deer, he would likely have a reverse scale given by his qilin lineage. Dyon couldn't help but wonder what level Dragon Soul his little brother was given.

     'Then Dragon King, what rank is your Dragon Soul?' Dyon asked curiously, still watching the endless treasures pile up.

     A proud harrumph resounded in Dyon's mind. "King level of course."

     Although Dyon didn't understand just what that meant now, the truth was that in the history of Dragons, less than a few hundred had reached this level.

     In addition, it wasn't a rank given by luck. Through birth, the highest possible Dragon Soul ranking was Gold. To reach King, the very next level, there was only one way: Kill. Kill. Kill.

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     618 Doomed 3

      However, Dyon couldn't help but ask. "Is that the highest level?"

     Dyon knew that, objectively speaking, the Dragon King was among the top ten talents to ever be born to the Drago-Qilin lands. In all likelihood, King was in fact the highest level. However, the true answer shocked Dyon.

     "No. Although I was a sliver away from reaching the next level, I never did. But, even if I had, that wouldn't be the final one."

     There was a reason the Dragon King named himself as such. If it was truly just about arrogance, why wouldn't he call himself Dragon Emperor, or Dragon Sovereign, or Dragon God?

     The truth of the matter was that there were already Dragons by those titles. Dragons with stronger reverse scales than the Dragon King.

     It wasn't the Dragon King's fault, though. To reach the next level of Dragon Soul, one could only devour King level reverse scales. By the time it was the Dragon King's era, there were simply too few and even Gold reverse scales did nothing for him.

     The only option would be to enter the tombs of those three entities who had long since transcended, but whereas acquiring the Dragon King's weapon was made easy on purpose. Entering those tombs was nothing short of suicide. Even for the Dragon King.

     For a tomb in the mortal plane to make a half transcendent fear death… One could only imagine the sheer scale.

     The next things to fly out of the tombs were weapons. Although Dragons often fought in their beast forms, that didn't mean they weren't adept with weapons. Or else why would the Dragon King make himself one to lure them?

     Dyon was once again shocked, there were thousands of transcendent level weapons. Although the celestial deer sect had left hundreds for Dyon, that was only the few that survived being in the hidden room. They were the best the celestial deer sect had to offer, so there was no surprise that many of them were moon level.

     Much of these Daiyu weapons were only comet level, but there were tens of thousands of them! Dyon could give each of his demon generals a weapon of that level and raise their strength by another level.

     In addition, just what would happen if Dyon distributed the reverse scales instead of using them for himself? What would it be like if an entire army unleashed a collective Dragon Soul domain? That was something he'd love to see.

     Dyon's keen eyesight caught on to a few dozen moon level weapons. But, in the entire pile, there was not a single supreme level weapon. It could be understood by this point the leap that single barrier in level needed.

     However, the Daiyu didn't disappoint Dyon too much, because in the next instant, three resplendent treasures flew out of the tombs, but there was one in particular that took Dyon's attention. Even the real Dragon King awoke from his brooding to look at it.

     Although Dyon didn't know what it did, it gave off a very familiar aura… An aura of a weapon of the 33 heavens. What he didn't know was that it wasn't of the soul kind. No. It was among the 11 of the body cultivation category.

     Dyon could see the pained expression of the ancestor, but, he said nothing. He knew that the ancestor didn't dare to leave anything behind. Even if he did, what would be the point? Dyon would just torture Chenglei until he told him where the tombs were located, then he could just take anything hidden. In addition, because the ancestor broke his word then, why would the Dragon King keep his? He couldn't afford to take the risk.

     In the end, the Daiyu Holy Land became a barren place where starch white skeletons lay side by side. Once might warriors… now even the clothes on their backs gone in death…

     Just as the ancestor was about to fuse with his body for the final time and leave these affairs, Dyon spoke out again.

     "Burn your soul and convert it to bodily strength, if you would. Would be a waste for your soul to simply dissipate."

     This was a large part of the reason why Dyon was only interested in this ancestor's corpse. He was the last the Daiyu had, which mean the others had long since decomposed and no longer had the energy Dyon needed. So, why take them? Although Dragon bones were good and useful too, Dyon had no need for the marrow they provided. The Daiyu bloodline wasn't good enough for his veins.

     Surprisingly, the ancestor agreed without so much as a word. It was as though he had resigned to his fate. Whether he died sooner, or later, what did it matter?

     The ancestor became illusory before slowly fusing into his coffin. There was nothing for a moment, but then a blazing white flame could be seen from its edges. Minutes passed in silence as Dyon leisurely took up everything into his spatial ring, leaving behind only the coffin as ancestor fulfilled his final task for the Daiyu. In truth, his sacrifice would bring him much good karma. But, that didn't make his pride feel any better.

     Dyon had a mind to take the coffin into his ring too, just to prevent problems. But, spatial rings didn't accept living things, and the one ring of his that did, had too many people he cared about within. He couldn't allow even the slightest chance of the Daiyu ancestor's presence hurting them. Plus, he needed the Daiyu elder's consent to send him into the ring, and it would seem like an oddly panicky move. Doing too much at these final stages would only be a detriment.

     As long as everything could stay quiet and the ancestor could silently commit suicide, they would finally be safe for the first time in forever.

     And yet, it was at this moment, that the worst possible thing that could happen, did. In any other context, Dyon would have been elated. But now?... His facial features could only darken…

     Massive booms rang out from the formation that covered the Belmont Holy Land. Dyon didn't know who it was, but someone was breaking down the formation, and they were mere moments from succeeding.

     Was this good?... Dyon didn't know… How would the ancestor react? With how powerful his soul was in life, he still had a minute of life left. That was enough to wipe them all out – he was a dao formation expert who burned his soul for more power! It would be as easy as breathing for him to do so!

     If anyone who entered made the wrong move while misunderstanding the situation, they could reveal Dyon's identity. And that was true for whether these were friends, or foes…

     In a case like that… They were all doomed…

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     619 Sleep 1

      The loud booms of the attacks distorting the formation grew louder, as though it was slowly working its way through space, inching closer and closer to them.

     Dyon could do nothing. He stood in front of the ancestor's floating coffin, ignoring the blazing white that emitted from it as he stared into the skies. His air of confidence and nonchalance had not cracked, because he couldn't afford to allow it to. Nor did he back away, for the same reason.

     It was obvious that whoever was attacking the barrier currently was highly likely to be an ally of Dyon, but it was for that very reason that this was bad.

     Anyone who treated Dyon like an ally would be seen with suspicion by the ancestor. The difference between his wives and the demon generals, and whoever was outside, was that Ri, Madeleine and the Demon Generals grasped the situation and were pretending to be completely servile. Whoever was outside wouldn't understand this.

     In the same instant, the large coffin cover slid away, revealing the menacing form of the ancestor. He immediately noticed Dyon standing particularly close, but Dyon continued to pretend as though he noticed nothing.

     "If these are enemies of yours, I should kill them." The ancestor stood. Although he was in pain, he had never been more powerful in his life. At the moment, even lower dao formation experts would die almost instantly should he wish. Such was the power of burning one's soul.

     His logic was simple. Although the Dragon King had leverage on him, that didn't mean he had leverage on everyone else. In fact, those residents of this planet likely would not know the legend of the Dragon King, as such they wouldn't even know to be fearful.

     If this was all true, and they decided to attack, the Daiyu would be caught in the cross fires.

     The truth was that to the ancestor, anyone who saw the Dragon King as an enemy now, was likely allies of his Daiyu clan. But, he wanted to show that the Daiyu had switched sides.

     Dyon shook his head. "Idiot."

     The ancestor's head snapped toward Dyon, anger threatening to erupt within him again.

     He could clearly feel 'The Dragon King's' cultivation in this form, and it seemed like his soul and even his energy cultivation were sealed despite his body being powerful. This likely meant that the Dragon King was injured. It would be child's play to kill him.

     But… He endured.

     "Do you not recognize the formation surrounding this place? I'm not going to waste my time explaining this to a fool." Dyon continued to look up into the sky, ignoring the gaze of the ancestor.

     A sudden realization came over the ancestor, immediately causing him to gain a newfound respect for the Dragon King.

     As primarily body cultivators – as evidenced by their reverse scales – their senses weren't exceptional in terms of non-battle related things. Despite his cultivation, it wasn't until the booms began to sound out that the ancestor realized there was a formation to begin with.

     Even now he couldn't name the formation that surrounded him, which he was quite embarrassed about. But, he didn't need to. Although his senses were poor, the one thing he would never mistake was the scent of another Dragon.

     He immediately recognized the Dragon King. He immediately realized that the 'Dragon King' was the one to kill Elder Daiyu. And now he realized that the formation that surrounded them permeated with Elder Daiyu's aura. Even an idiot could tell at this point that this was a formation boosted by the death of its wielder.

     This all meant one thing: Anyone trying to break in now wasn't an ally of the Daiyu, but rather an ally of the Dragon King, likely trying to save him.

     Understanding this point was enough for the ancestor to lower his alertness.

     However, Dyon's nerves were still tight. Because in the next instant, the barrier disappeared completely revealing variables that even he couldn't have thought of.

     In the air, tens of figures appeared.

     Not only was there King Belmont, King Acacia and Patriarch Pakal and his son, there were also tens of Planet Nix warriors. And judging by their fatigue, it was clearly a group effort to break them free.

     However, although this was a problem, it wasn't the most glaring issue. There were three people in the air that Dyon didn't immediately recognize, and that was massive problem. More accurately, it was two people and a beast who gave off the aura of a celestial. Even worse, those two humans had a cultivation that Dyon couldn't fathom!

     When those familiar with Dyon noticed him, they all looked like they were seeing a ghost. Never in their wildest dream did they believe that Dyon would survive, let alone in one peace! They had come here prepared to fight to the death and also find their daughters who had so foolishly entered to save their husband.

     Amell and Nora scanned the situation, but when their eyes landed on a girl with purple hair and eyes, they involuntarily trembled. But, Amell immediately held out his hand to stop his wife. They had long since vowed to each other to say nothing on the topic.

     However, in the next instant, they felt a gaze that caused them to shiver land on them.

     Their eyes widened in shock. How could such a gaze come from a sixteen-year-old boy?

     A thick killing intent radiated outward from Dyon. His eyes bore into those in the skies, unwilling to let even a single one of them off.

     None of them understood what was going on, but the ancestor did very well. How could the arrogant Dragon King allow so many of his subjects to fly above him like this?

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     620 Sleep 2

      Dyon immediately understood this. With how close he was to the ancestor, as long as the ancestor dared to investigate Dyon closely, he would realize that Dyon's aura was merely shrouded in the Dragon King's scent.

     Before this, the ancestor hadn't been suspicious enough or bold enough to do such a thing. After all, how could he risk offending the Dragon King? Using your senses to scan an expert was a major taboo, everyone knew this, even Dyon. He learned this the moment he became the celestial deer sect successor.

     "Dy –" King Belmont attempted to step forward to understand exactly what was happening. But, Dyon cut him off.

     "You all have a lot of nerve."

     The brows in the sky furrowed in confusion while the ancestor watched this silently, the last whispers of his life still going strong.

     It was clear to Dyon at this point that taking the approach of someone who was always the Dragon King wouldn't work. He had to pretend like he had changed fundamentally. And, more importantly, he needed to stall.

     King Belmont's words were stifled by Dyon's presence. At this moment, Dyon's momentum, despite his lack of cultivation was something only dao formation experts could match. Such was the effect of Heaven's Blessing. Although such a thing only had an effect on his talent and intangible aura, not effecting his strength at all, it was very useful in this situation.

     Hearing Dyon's words, King Belmont felt a wave of guilt. He didn't understand the situation, but when he noticed Lionel bound and kneeling, he thought that Dyon might think he was involved somehow.

     However, those who weren't being gnawed at by the same guilt could tell that Dyon was referring to them all, not a single person. How could they possibly take this lying down.

     "Yo –" Ire Pakal was a hot headed youth. He didn't know anything about what was going on, and his cultivation was much too low to understand just the kind of presence that was currently sitting up in the coffin before Dyon. But, in his estimation, since Dyon wasn't afraid of it, why should he?

     If he was a bit more intelligent, he would have noticed the still kneeling Daiyu and realized that this situation wasn't so simple.

     "Kneel." Dyon's gaze swept across them all, making his attitude clear. If they didn't follow what he said, he would kill them all.

     Ire's eyes were threatening to bulge out of his head. He barely had an impression of this Dyon kid other than what he knew from the world tournament, but if that was any indication, he was wildly arrogant. They had made all of this effort to save him, and this was how they were treated?!

     "Haha." Dyon laughed, but his voice was filled with a dense killing intent. "It seems in the small time I've been gone, my name has been forgotten." Looking toward Ri, Dyon made a gesture. "Come here."

     There was no love in his eyes. In fact, he looked at Ri as though she was nothing more than a piece of meat.

     At this point, the hearts of King Acacia and the snow-white fox in Nora's arms seized. There was only one thought on their mind: The Dragon King!

     They couldn't understand the situation. No matter how intelligent a person was, without enough information, making leaps in logic to reach the right conclusion was nearly impossible in this case. But, what they did know was that Dyon had a weapon that no one should be able to control.

     And, even though he had somehow done it for a short time, he had just been in a life or death situation. Did Dyon have no choice but to hand his body to the Dragon King to survive?

     Reaching this point, the rest became clear to them. Ri was listening to every word the Dragon King spoke not because she thought it was still Dyon, but because the Dragon King was holding the body of her love hostage! How could Ri dare to defy the Dragon King knowing her husband's life was in the balance?

     Ri stepped forward without hesitation while Madeleine along with the demon generals didn't hesitate to kneel, following Dyon's orders without hesitation as though they were scared to meet his wrath.

     The ancestor watched as Dyon lustfully scanned Ri's body, tracing her jaw line with his finger.

     He had slipped into the role of tyrant with ease, not hesitating lift Ri's soft lips to his own before taking the ring off of her hand.

     King Acacia and Kawa trembled in the air but didn't dare to make a move. They could only watch their daughter lightly blush while gritting her teeth. Ri then took a step back before respectfully kneeling as well.

     Dyon's hand flashed, in it appearing Caedlum Pakal.

     Ire's eyes widened, watching his brother struggle to breathe as his neck was squeezed tighter and tighter by Dyon.

     Caedlum had little idea what was going on. Just before, he was within the demon sage's tower, quietly meditating. And now the person who was the closest thing to a friend to him was trying to kill him?

     He thrashed about, but Dyon's power was on another level now. Having broken into the saint realm, and now using the peak of the first act of Demon Emperor's Will, Caedlum stood no chance.

     Whereas putting someone into a ring required consent. As the owner of the ring, how could Dyon not kick out anyone he wanted at any time?!

     "Do I need to repeat myself? Or do I need to kill someone first?"

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     621 Sleep 3

      Ire and Patriarch Pakal froze. A bitterness rose in their hearts. Was this really the young man they had hoped would help them revive their Pakal Clan to its former glory?...

     Ulu, however, was more intelligent. She had an innately scheming personality, the very same personality that led her to almost losing everything to Dyon. She could tell that something was wrong here. There was no way she'd believe that the man willing to spare her child and save her husband was the same one who couldn't stand anyone standing above him.

     However, she also understood that it should be impossible for Dyon to have survived being taken away by a celestial expert. And considering Planet Nix was once approached to ally with the Daiyu, she knew they had a celestial who hadn't shown up as well. So, how could a teenage boy survive, seemingly completely unscathed, after dealing with two celestials?

     The only answer seemed to be that he hadn't… But someone else had… Someone who clearly had a completely different personality.

     Without any hesitation, she followed the Pakals in falling down from the sky, secretly motioning for her clan to the same. After all, how could she not understand that her husband was in danger if she didn't comply?

     King Belmont and King Acacia, in addition to the allies and family didn't hesitate as well.

     Dragon King or not, the most important thing was their daughter's life, not their pride. As for King Belmont, he simply felt guilty.

     The sound of kneeling resounded through the Belmont Holy Land.

     Caedlum continuously struggled in Dyon's hand, but by now, he knew it was futile. However, rage burned in his eyes, unwilling to watch his father and brother kneel for his sake.

     Dyon didn't seem to mind, completely unperturbed. In fact, he was well prepared for this.

     He silently applied pressure to a specific vein in Caedlum's neck, in mere moments, the struggling teenage boy struggled no more, hanging unconscious from Dyon's hand. Then, Dyon placed him down, ignoring him.

     "He's alive for now. But disrespect me again, and there won't be a second chance."

     Patriarch Pakal and Ire grit their teeth, but in the end, kept their heads lowered, not daring to say a thing with their only hope's life in Dyon's hands.

     However, in the air, two people remained. The very same two variables that Dyon had locked onto from the very beginning.

     "Would you like me to kill them?" There was an odd light in the ancestor's eyes now. There was something suspicious about all of this, but he couldn't put his finger on just what it was. He decided to subtly probe the Dragon King, seeing what kind of answer he would receive.

     Hearing those words, it was now that everyone finally realized they were focused on the wrong entity. The sheer power the wafted off of the ancestor erupted. He no longer reeled in back for the sake of showing respect to the Dragon King, instead using fighting as an excuse to not hold back.

     Only Dyon was aware of just how precarious this situation was. If the ancestor decided he wasn't who he was pretending to be, it was take seconds for him to kill everyone here, and this outcome would be worth it to him. Why? Because only the Daiyu would be left AND they'd have a successor and all the treasures he had brought out to bring themselves up. He would likely be known as the Daiyu who contributed the most to their prosperous future and he would be rewarded in kind in his next life.

     However, he had to be careful. If he provoked the Dragon King, and it led to the end of the Daiyu sometime in the future, it would negatively effect his karma, and thus his effort would have the opposite effect on his next life.

     It was his dream to be reborn as a Dragon with a gold Dragon Soul. How could he not give it his all? But if he allowed himself to be tricked by a fake, he'd never reach his goal!

     Dyon's brain was racing, trying to balance between stalling and dealing with the situation.

     He thought of the Belmont ancestor who still remained, but he was clearly too weak.

     He was almost at the point where he was silently pleading that they would just give in an kneel. He didn't know who they were, so how could he have a clever scheme of dealing with them?

     For everyone else who came, he had plenty of leverage. Big Red's daughter Ava was with him. King Belmont's son and guilt. King Acacia and Kawa's daughter. Ulu's husband and the child in her belly. The Pakal's successor, Caedlum. But these two people? He had nothing!

     Dyon silently stared into the skies. With his senses being cut to fractions of what it once was, he couldn't tell just how much longer it would be until the ancestor died from burning his soul. It was almost like there was a ticking bomb, but he didn't know just how much time was left!

     In all this time, with so many things racing through his mind, Dyon had completely forgotten to think of a proper answer to the ancestor's question. After all, he didn't know who these people were! But, they were clearly allies. If he said yes, they would be as good as dead. How could he live knowing he had killed someone who had come to save him?

     The eyes of the ancestor narrowed. He had finally realized just what was wrong with this picture.

     Just as he was about to test his theory, Madeleine suddenly spoke.

     "Sovereign Lord, Dragon King. If I may speak."

     Inexplicably, a sense of relief came over within Dyon despite his lack of expression change. His killing intent continued to overflow, staring daggers at the couple in the sky.

     'Dragon King?' The eyes of Nora and Amell narrowed, but it wasn't in a good way. How could they not know the story? In fact, they were there!

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     622 Sleep 4

      This wasn't a good thing for Dyon at all. Before Nora and Amell were waiting to see just what would happen, completely unwilling to kneel as dao formation experts. They were smart and they understood that if they did so, they would be giving away just how much they cared about the people here. If they gave this person that understanding, this would be over. Only by maintaining nonchalance could they have a chance.

     But, hearing that the virus that was the Dragon King was what was controlling this young man, they resolved themselves to attack.

     That, of course, wasn't the only reason. There was someone here they cared about more deeply than anyone or anything in the cosmos, and they weren't willing to see them serve under this person like this.

     Seeing that Dyon had no objections, Madeleine continued. "We are the basis of your new empire. Relying on outsiders to deal with disrespect to our sovereign ruler would be nothing short of a slap to our faces. Although you have every right to do so, I believe your kingdom would be better served if you ordered us to deal with these disrespectful individuals for you."

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      Madeleine's plan was simple. Use the pride of the Dragon King to justify not having the ancestor attack.

     Suddenly Dyon thought of something. Madeleine's words were perfect for the situation, he realized that doing this alone was impossible. But, this wasn't enough.

     There was a way out, he just had to take a chance on it. And all of this stemmed from one thing: King Acacia called Madeleine his god daughter! At the time, King Acacia would have had no way of knowing Dyon heard him. After all, he wasn't healed at the time and his senses were dull. This was clearly a secret they wanted to keep, but right now, that secret was Dyon's last hope.

     "Come here." Dyon said, still not looking away from the skies.

     The ancestor watched this scene, an amused light in his eyes.

     Madeleine stood, nervously walking to Dyon.

     Without so much as looking at Madeleine, entirely because he couldn't bare to, Dyon spoke his next work coldly.

     "Strip."

     Before Madeleine could even respond to Dyon's words, the thunderous booms of imploding energy raged through the skies.

     But, instead of showing fear, Dyon smirked.

     "How dare you?!" The husband and wife couple spoke in unison, not caring about whatever secrets they wanted to hold to themselves having completely lost their rationality to anger.

     "Oh? Is it just now that you've figured out your petty tricks mean nothing to me? Kneel." Dyon's voice cut through their oppressive aura. He had no music will, but he had the air of an Emperor to him that could not be denied.

     Madeleine, in keeping with her character ignored the couple in the sky. Although she didn't know why they were so angry, it was her duty to follow the words of the 'Dragon King' as law.

     The buttons of white sleek white qipao slowly loosened one at a time as her elegant figure, once tightly wrapped, began to over flow. There was no question that she was a beauty few could match…

     Dyon couldn't bare to watch, so he kept his eyes trained on the skies, as though he couldn't bother to care about the sight.

     Amell and Nora grit their teeth, but immediately fell from the skies, slamming their foreheads to the ground in unison.

     "We apologize for our rudeness, great Dragon King." Without much being revealed, many had guessed just the connection was between these three, but there was no time mention such a thing. There was a tension in the air that made it impossible for many to breathe.

     Dyon waved his hand toward Madeleine, signaling for her to stop.

     Suddenly, a clapping noise and a happy laughter came from behind Dyon. The voice was so deep that it could have only been from the ancestor.

     Dyon turned, facing him. "Is something funny?"

     "It's nothing," The ancestor laughed. "Just a senile old man enjoying the last seconds of his life. I have to say, I was looking forward to seeing a beauty dance in my last moments, it's unfortunate you made her stop."

     "Is that supposed to be a joke? If anyone laid eyes on a woman I claimed, I would kill her. If you'd like to enjoy a corpse in your last moments, I'm more than happy to oblige."

     "No no no, I wouldn't dare mighty Dragon King. I do have a question though, if you would be so kind. How does one use their soul to control a body if that soul is sealed?"

     Dyon froze.

     In the end, despite all of his effort, the Daiyu ancestor had figured out the major flaw in all of his plans. They were so close!

     The Dragon King's method of control was obvious. Erase a soul by forcing it to use more energy than it had, before replacing it. But currently, Dyon's soul was sealed completely, and yet he still gave off the aura of the Dragon King. That was absolutely impossible.

     If the Dragon King took over a body, the only part of that body that would be his would be the soul. If that soul was sealed, what then was emitting the aura of the Dragon King?

     The only remaining explanation then was that the Dragon King had never taken over this body! And what was emitting the aura of the Dragon King wasn't Dyon's body, but rather the black band on his wrist!

     The ancestor slowly got up from his coffin, stretching his neck, understanding that by Dyon's lack of an answer, he was correct.

     Dyon's eyes narrowed, "Do you really think we can't resist you until you die? It's obvious to everyone you only have a few seconds remaining."

     The ancestor laughed again, "What a funny joke. How long does it take you to crush an ant? Is that something even worth calculating?

     "I have to say, I'm impressed. You were very close to winning. I can't tell if you truly are just this arrogant, or if you're just a great performer."

     Dyon sneered, "You don't seem angry about me forcing you to burn your soul."

     "Pft," The ancestor laughed, "Of course not. I'm dying anyway and I have more than enough time to accomplish my goals. The only reason I'm talking to you now is out of respect for a youngster. To kill a dao formation expert as a sixteen-year-old without help… You are truly a genius among geniuses. Even that might not be enough to describe you."

     Those who remained kneeling were stunned. What did this man just say? Dyon did what?

     "It's unfortunate for you that whatever method you used is lost you now, likely gone away with the lock on your soul…" The ancestor shrugged, reaching out his hand toward Dyon as a formless pressure spread out and sealed Dyon's movements. "There's nothing us Dragons value more than strength, and you have not only that, but the air and arrogance only a sovereign should have. You've earned my respect, truly. But for the sake of my clan, you must die."

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     623 Sleep 5

      Dyon watched as this massive hand careened toward him. There seemed to be no more tricks left. In the face of absolute power, what use was there in a 16-year-old struggling?

     However, this was when an unexpected benefit of Heaven's Blessing was noticed by Dyon. His movements were still severely limited by the ancestor, he could still speak.

     "Haven't you thought of one other thing?" Dyon said offhandedly, as though he didn't care about his own life or death.

     The ancestor frowned. Did he truly miss something?

     "And just what is that?" The ancestor asked. He was well aware of how much time he had left and stalling for time was an impossibility. He wouldn't have paused if this was truly his last moments.

     "Well, for one, there were two wives kneeling before me, but now there's only one."

     The eyes of the ancestor bulged as he looked Dyon.

     Madeleine was still there, but Ri was nowhere to be seen! An instant later, the ancestor found her, standing over Chenglei was a sword pointed to the back of his neck while she stared at the ancestor.

     "That's it, do you believe that I can't handle this? She's a mere meridian formation expert. Is this a joke?" The ancestor looked at Dyon with disdain. Even if Ri used her fastest speed to pierce downward, it still wouldn't be fast enough. In the face of absolute power, schemes meant nothing.

     Although he was surprised that Ri had moved through his spatial lock, that was all. He was a bit surprised. He didn't have time to care that it was because she was wielding a supreme law and thus wasn't effected by such things. Spatial laws weren't the ancestor's forte.

     "Of course not, that's just one thing to consider. The second thing to consider is that whether you're stronger than them or not, two of my subordinates happen to be dao formation experts as well. Even if you're stronger, you can't ignore them, now can you? Can you deal with their interference and kill my wife before she kills Chenglei?"

     The eyes of the ancestor narrowed. But, Dyon was still too naïve, the difference between even a single meridian filled in the dao formation realm was incomparably large. Of course it was, even the most lauded geniuses spend thousands of years trying to fill even a single one.

     Yet, the ancestor was multiple stages above these two so-called experts. Defeating them, especially with his soul burning, would be child's play.

     They would delay him for a bit, but not enough to stop him from stopping Ri.

     "Then there's of course the last thing." Dyon said with a smile. Even when backed into a corner, he had managed to think of a way out. "In your millennia of existence, and in the countless stories you've heard, how many people have forced the Dragon King to submit?"

     The ancestor froze.

     Dyon knew this approach wouldn't have worked under normal circumstances. The ancestor would have simply been too overcome with anger in the scenarios Dyon had thought of. But, in this case, it just might work. Why? Because he had gained this ancestor's respect.

     "What are you trying to say…" The ancestor spoke slowly, his eyes narrowing.

     "I only mean that I give off the aura of the Dragon King for a reason. It can't be faked, and you likely recognized it because you've sensed it before."

     "… I was there when he killed two of our most promising geniuses. And now you've killed the third. Of course, I recognize it."

     "Then you know that the reason I have this aura on me, while my soul is sealed, is because I've tamed the Dragon King. You could say that that makes him quite fond of me, don't you think?"

     The ancestor already understood where this was going. It was nothing but a thinly veiled threat. Dyon was saying that whether or not he was the Dragon King or not didn't matter. In revenge for killing his master, whenever the Dragon King was next used, he would wipe out the Daiyu.

     Dyon smiled, watching the ancestor think.

     "What a hateful boy…" The ancestor muttered.

     Dyon chuckled lightly. In reality, he got that a lot.

     "And you still plan to enslave my family?"

     Dyon's eyes flashed with anger. "This generation of Daiyu will never be forgiven by me for what they've done. However, I can allow the next generation of Daiyu to live. I plan to help my little brother rule over the Drago-Qilin lands, when the time comes, the next generation of Daiyu will be allowed a place to thrive."

     There was no leeway in Dyon's voice. Chenglei was unforgivable. His grandfather? Had already died by Dyon's hands. However, it wasn't in Dyon's nature to punish the innocent. Even without the ancestor, Dyon would have allowed the next generation of Daiyu to live.

     "Rule over the Drago-Qilin lands…" The ancestor didn't know how to feel. Dragons and Qilins were both the representations of sovereignty. The amount of power that would be needed to suppress that would have to be otherworldly. "Even the Dragon God nor even the Dragon Sovereign could do such a thing…"

     Dyon ring flashed and a little boy appeared by his side. Little Zaire looked around blinking before he noticed his big brother standing beside him.

     "Big brother!" Zaire jumped with excitement. Despite his strength, he was still just a 7 year old little boy, how could he not be excited that his elder brother was still alive?

     Dyon laughed lightly, taking Zaire into his arms and hugging him tightly.

      .

      The ancestor stared at the back of this little boy, absolutely stunned.

     "His reverse scale…" The ancestor nearly choked out his words, unable to believe what he was sensing.

     From the first time Dyon met Zaire, there had always been a perfectly shaped white scale at the center of his forehead. This was no normal scale, it was none other than Zaire's reverse scale!

     And within it, held an aura that could only be manifested by the most powerful of Drago-Qilin bloodlines. And yet, his was also mutated with a specialty only made possible by a miracle.

     "Gold Dragon Soul… On a child…" The ancestor stuttered, incapable of holding in his emotions. He could tell that it wasn't just any Gold Dragon Soul. Zaire was likely only a single push away from the King Dragon Soul. A peak Gold Dragon Soul from birth! And it was a variation domain with incomparable purity attached to it!

     Dyon rubbed his little brother's head lovingly before letting him sit atop his shoulder and look at the tall man standing before them.

     "Haha…" The ancestor's voice seemed to be fading away. It looked like he had finally run out of time. "It seems that this may be the fortune of my Daiyu family… Take these treasures and raise this boy to surpass the Dragon God. Lead him to be the Dragon that Transcends all. Let the cosmos remember the might of our sovereign race… This was truly a small price to pay…"

     And with those final words, the ancestor's consciousness disappeared, leaving behind a body flowing with vitality that Dyon immediately used the help of the Dragon King to place within the Soul Tome.

     It was only then that Dyon finally sighed in relief.

     He stumbled, falling to his knees causing Zaire to almost fall from his shoulders.

     "Big brother!" Zaire rushed down, worriedly holding Dyon's unconscious figure on his small shoulders.

     Ri and Madeleine rushed forward, kneeling beside their husband. But, all they found was a young man with otherworldly handsome features, sleeping soundly with a smile on his face.

     The whole world was still kneeling to Dyon, but right now all he needed was rest for a battle well fought.

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     624 Sleep 6

      After the dust had seemingly settled, and the Belmont Holy Land was once again quiet, the large inner world that Dyon had fought his life or death battle in was still riddled with the scars of his struggle. The abyss that held Loki's incinerated corpse didn't move, nor did he come back to life. He was dead. There was not a single question about it. Without so much as a single recognizable feature left…

     A cloaked figure stood at the edge of this abyss. It was impossible to tell whether it was a man or woman as the mask they wore was purposefully not shaped to their visage. However, if their face could be seen, it would likely be one of shock.

     As they looked around, they could hardly believe that not only had a sixteen-year-old pushed two peak experts this far… He had actually won…

      .

     The cloaked figure shook its head, continuing onwards. It leisurely floated over the pools of red blood and hundred-meter-wide craters until it made it to a familiar stone platform.

     Shockingly, this figure had no need for the Belmont flames. Instead, its eyes shone with an indiscernible light, clearly making use of array alchemy to open the seal. Normally, this would be impossible. Such a thing should only be capable of being done with the use of The Seal. However, it was clear at this point that what used to bind this stone platform was gone.

     Understanding this, the cloaked figure couldn't help but tremble when it noticed it had the ability to open the stone platform before immediately kneeling and bowing its head.

     Almost immediately, a lazy and chilled-out voice rang outwards. "Is there something the matter?"

     "The one who transcends daos, please punish Us. We have failed you."

     "Failed me?" The entity pondered a bit, looking around. But, there was no discernible fluctuation in his emotions. He couldn't be bothered to care. To him, whether it was Elder Daiyu, Loki, or Dyon, they were just ants. It just so happened that a slightly smaller ant defeated two larger ones.

     "Yes. The talent that we've spent so long accumulating is gone. I wouldn't dare to mobilize your forces to retrieve them without your consent, so I have not made a move. But, your loyal servants are willing and waiting to follow your commands."

     Surprisingly, the entity chuckled. "You believe that I sealed myself away for tens of thousands of years just to accumulate the talent of these pitiful beings?"

     The cloaked figure trembled at these words, but did not dare to respond.

     To anyone else, this universe would have birth the greatest talents to ever exist. Such was the uniqueness of this universe. However, it was still too early… Too far into its infancy to mean much to highly evolved species from other universes. The entity wasn't lying or exaggerating. In order for this talent to mean anything to him, it would have had to evolve for billions more years.

     "Do you understand why this was immediately labeled as the universe with by far the greatest potential ever?"

     "This lowly one does not understand."

     The entity sighed, but it was clear that he was very happy to explain himself. He very much enjoyed listening to his own voice.

     "It's because of the universe itself. Not because of its people.

     "Heaven's Blessing is bestowed upon newborns. It decides much of their talent. It is only as a universe evolves and grows that those newborns grow old and die. They then become ancestors, accumulate better karma, and are then born with more and more talent.

     "This is why the oldest universes and quadrants in the cosmos are also the strongest. They are the ones who could be said to have truly tapped into the greatest potential of their universes to the very end.

     "Even I have to admit that this universe had ridiculous amounts of potential. It's very likely that they could have been the first to reach the limit of human evolution and become the legendary Angel and Hell's Angel in such a long time. However, that was all they had… Potential.

     "Ai… Even I would like to see that limit of evolution… Unfortunately, I was born too late and in the decline of the universes. Very few, if any, universes have the accumulated potential necessary to birth one of those legendary beings…"

     The universe was a fair place. It was the martial world that made it seem unfair.

     The truth of the matter was that although humans were born with weak legacies and bodies as compared to beasts, they had vastly better potential for evolution. The limit of this evolution was a legendary figure for the human race: The Angel. In fact, the Elves were considered a step toward this final form, although they too were severely lacking as compared to a true Angel or Hell's Angel, they were still innately born with Earth Level Constitutions. However… Even the weakest of Angels would classify as having a God Level constitution from birth. And the strongest? Something transcending that.

     The entity paused, allowing his words to sink in and watching as the cloaked figure began to quake with agitation. He was no longer scared, rather, he was incredibly excited.

     "I see you've begun to understand.

     "I never cared about their accumulated talent. In fact, when that boy opened up the stone platform and took them, I was taking a nice nap, leisurely meditating. No… what I took was the very source of their potential."

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     The cloaked figure floated away, leaving the Belmont Holy Land like a ghost that had never existed. However, anyone who paid attention could see blood dripping from its left arm… The entity had claimed to not care, but the cloaked figure had still ripped its own arm away, leaving it behind. It was only then that it rested easy, knowing it had done exactly what the entity wanted it to do.

     Despite this, the cloaked figure had nothing but worship in its eyes.

     From the very beginning, no one had understood why the energy in this universe had thinned so greatly from its peak… Some though it was because of the planet's expansion, others though it was the course of time, and yet others thought that it was because of energy needed to seal the entity…

     It turned out that the final option was the closest to the truth, but not for reasons people had thought.

     Dyon's master was right. The entity had allowed himself to be caught… Because this was the most efficient way for him to filter all of this universe's Gama energy toward himself!

     The entity didn't care about the accumulated talent of the mortal realm. At the end of the day, it was only a catalyst for gathering the energy here. Why would he care about the resultant talent when he could take the energy that created the talent for himself?!

     It would take a very long time to consolidate all of this energy… After all, it was trillions of years worth of talent meant to fuel the universe from the very beginning to its very end… And yet now… It was in the body of a single person…

     Who knew how many thousands, maybe even millions of years it would take to the entity to accomplish his goal…

     But one thing was for sure. When he did finish? There wouldn't be anyone capable of stopping him.

     For now, the cloaked figure and the group backing it would continue to remain quiet. Waiting for the day their master truly lived up to his namesake as the one who transcends all.

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     625 Awake 1

      Dyon awoke groggily. He didn't feel very refreshed at all, in fact, he felt like someone who had overslept, yet somehow still wanted more rest.

     With his habits, it was rare that he woke up feeling like this. Even when he was in a coma for 4 months, he had woken up feeling like he had just had a good night's rest.

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      Blinking his eyes to adjust to surroundings, he noticed that he was in a dark room he was unfamiliar with.

     The bed he lay on was three times his height in width, and almost five times that in length. It wasn't an exaggeration to say this was the largest bed he had ever been on, but it was even more comfortable than it was large, and that was saying something.

     Dyon was disappointed to see that none of his wives were here. He had expected to wake up to at least Clara, or maybe his little siblings, but it seemed they were off doing other things.

     With one swift motion, Dyon tried to leap off of the bed. But, the moment his feet landed on the ground, he stumbled, nearly collapsing to the floor.

     'Huh…' A wave of weakness overcame Dyon as his eyes threatened to close.

     Dyon looked down at himself. It didn't make sense for a person with a saint stage body to feel this weak. Not to mention the fact he stumbled? When had that ever happened to him even when he didn't have cultivation?

     It was clear that his body still had strength, or else he wouldn't have been able to leap off the bed like he did. But, it was also clear that using that strength depleted him far faster than it should.

     Dyon's first thought that this was the result of sealing away his energy and soul cultivation, but that didn't make sense. Even if they were sealed, as a mortal, Dyon hadn't had any cultivation whatsoever and he never felt this fatigued.

     'Damn…' Dyon held onto his head, trying to stop the world from spinning around him.

     He vaguely noticed the fact he was wearing what looked like baggy white hospital pants, but the comfort exceeded that kind of material, so he didn't think too much of it.

     After gingerly stabilizing himself, Dyon walked toward the door, not bothering to find a shirt.

     'What the hell…' The door knob of the large oak doors slowly turned under Dyon's effort, but that was the problem, it was taking too much energy.

     Dyon leaned backward, gritting his teeth as he pulled with everything he had. The door creaked open, but threatened to close immediately afterward. Dyon could only leap through the crack with his remaining strength, causing him to fall pitifully into the hallway, hitting his knees and palms hard against the marbled ground.

     Coughing resounded through the large hallway. Dyon's chest heaved painfully as though he had just ran a marathon without pause.

     He truly couldn't remember ever feeling so weak in his life.

     Minutes passed by before Dyon's fit of coughing finally died down. Unable to get up for the moment, he looked side to side, trying to figure out just where he was.

     If Dyon had been with Madeleine when she had her first confrontation with her former master, he would have immediately recognized this place as the very same hall she stood in. In other words, this was the Belmont Palace.

     The floors were filled with intricate patterns of alternating marble, but the truly spectacular piece of architecture were the windows that reached tens of meters from the ground to the very peak of the curved ceiling, allowing the perfect viewership of the elegant gardens and ponds outside.

     However, because Dyon hadn't went with Madeleine, this view meant next to nothing to him other than being pretty to look at. It told him nothing about where he was, which was slightly disappointing. Couple that with the fact that no one had heard him coughing for minutes on end, and he found this place quite odd. What was going on?

     Out of habit, Dyon tried to check the technological devices he had for the date, but he could only freeze, not bothering to turn them on. Because of the all of the events that happened so quickly, it had only just now truly sunk in for Dyon that his world was gone. How could he use their technology to check when there was no longer keeping track of that sort of thing?

     Dyon stared at the marbled ground, trying to steady his heart beat before he grit his teeth and stood. What was done was done. He had to move forward. The first order of business? Finding people.

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     In a large hall that looked prepped for an exquisite banquet, numerous familiar figures sat. However, there was seemingly nothing festive about the event.

     It was the early evening when King Belmont scheduled this dinner. It was meant to raise morale after the events that had been occurring recently. However, it seemed like none of that was working.

     He felt like he was a failure of a king, so he was trying too hard to overcompensate.

     King Acacia was trying to pretend as though he wasn't bothered by the fact his wife was permanently stuck in her beast form.

     The Belmont family as a whole was trying to recover from the loss of a prince, something that had understandably made Queen Acacia lose much of her elegance.

     The Pakals and Elves had lost too many in their war, despite many of their representatives appearing in an attempt to give face to the Belmonts as the Royal God Clan still in power, it was clear that their hearts were elsewhere.

     Surprisingly, the Jafari and their subordinate clans were here as well, seemingly having replaced Planet Naiad as the allies of Planet Earth. However, they too were heavy spirited due to the young King being in a coma.

     And yet, every pained expression here in this quiet feast seemingly still somehow revolved around one young man… Or it was quiet, until grunts of anger and agitation filled the space as someone struggled to open the large banquet hall doors.

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      "God dammit… Who made these doors so heavy?…" Dyon leaned all of his weight forward, pushing with all of his might. Doors that should have taken him nothing but a finger to obliterate had suddenly become the hardest obstacle of his life.

     Dyon had a mind to give up. He was looking around for people, but wouldn't a room filled with people have some kind of noise coming from it? He had even opened the door a crack, and yet he still heard nothing.

     With the limited amount of energy he had, he wasn't even clear if he would fall asleep again the moment he took his next step. He couldn't afford to be opening heavy doors that led to nowhere.

     Dyon's feet slipped backwards, causing the door to slam shut.

     Everyone in the hall looked at each other. That voice, was it who they thought it was?

     Ri, Madeleine and Clara immediately snapped their attention toward the door.

     Dyon, however, was standing outside breathing so hard that it seemed his lungs might combust at any moment. His eyelids fluttered, threatening to close, but that was when a wave of anger came over him.

     "Who the fuck made this bullshit door?! MOVE!" Dyon's voice roared through the quiet hallway. He had irrationally lost his temper at a completely innocent inanimate object. Maybe it was because of his weakness, or maybe it was because he still felt a lingering melancholy over remembering what happened, but either way, he was pissed.

     The black band on his arm immediately became 6-foot-long sword, scraping against the ground because of Dyon's weak hold on it. But, that didn't stop Dyon's demeanor from completely changing. Sealed soul or not. Sealed wills or not. Sealed energy cultivation or not… He was still a weapon's master. And right now, this weapon's master wanted to hack this door to pieces.

     Regardless of the seals still being on the Dragon King weapon, it was still countless times sharper than a regular grandmaster weapon. Even the weakest of babies could slice a hot knife through butter.

     Dyon's arm swung with all the might he could muster, slicing the door three times before the sword morphed away. Even it seemingly realized that if it stayed, Dyon would collapse.

     The booming sounds of pieces of door tumbling away filled, resulting in a flood of light landing on Dyon's hunched over figure.

     The beating of Dyon's heart was fast, it was almost as though one more push would cause it to burst apart completely.

     He instantly regretted his actions. He could barely walk, what was he doing going around yelling and slashing doors?

     Dyon's eyes threatened to close again as waves of fatigue assaulted him. But, that was when an aroma wafted past his nose, catching his attention.

     'Food?... Am I just hungry?...' Dyon looked up. It was as though he didn't see the hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, or the figures rushing toward him… All he saw was the endless food on the table.

     "Food…" Dyon's voice was weak as he tried to stand up straight only to be rewarded with losing his balance.

     Dyon fell forward, his eyes completely incapable of keeping up with the speed he was falling to the ground at.

     Dyon was completely deaf to the cries, he didn't even realize that someone had caught him moments before he hit the ground…

     **

     Dyon's lips twitched as he felt the drip of a sweet liquid touch them. It flowed slowly into his mouth, filling it with a blast of overflowing juiciness that shouldn't have been possible for just this single drop.

     It continued to rain downward, allowing Dyon taste after taste of its delicious nectar.

     Dyon's eyes lids were heavy, and no matter how much he tried to open them, it seemed that they'd always apply more force to stay down.

     His arms reach up, trying to grasp at something to sit up, but that was the moment he realized his head was lying on something particularly comfortable, even more comfortable than the large bed he had just been on.

     Dyon's hands paused, instead choosing to rub his eyes open. Slowly, but surely, the blurry image of his surroundings became clear enough for him to notice that something was hanging in front of his face.

     In confusion, he weakly reached up, trying push it away, but almost immediately became frustrated when he noticed how soft it was. It gave way so much that he felt like all of his effort was being wasted.

      .

     'At least it feels nice…' Because of that, Dyon didn't feel the urge to slash it apart like the door. Instead, he continued to try and gently push upwards as he struggled to sit up.

     Suddenly, a familiar voice filled Dyon's ears followed by giggling.

     "Pervert."

     Dyon's brows furrowed as his vision cleared. He could suddenly make out that the softness blocking his vision was actually what looked like a mound of purple with gold embroidery.

     "Hm?.."

     An instant later, the image clicked in his mind, causing his vision to go from surprise to a smirk. He shamelessly pretended to not understand the situation as he played with the softness, closing his eyes as a wave of comfort overcame him.

     Madeleine giggled, slapping Dyon's hand away. "You're awake… We missed you."

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     Dyon sat up from Madeleine's lap, blinking as he adjusted to the bright lights. It was only then he realized that they were in a large banquet hall and still by the pile of wood that once made up its doors.

     Hundreds of pairs of eyes were on Dyon, apparently completely confused and/or surprised about what was happening. However, Dyon first noticed that there were quite a few people around him. He wasn't the type to feel embarrassed, but even he couldn't help but regret his temper tantrum earlier, even if it was only just a bit.

     "Ah, so is someone gonna help me up?... My legs don't seem to working…" Dyon looked around with a smile on his face. He could tell that there was something off about the atmosphere, but he put that aside for now. He was much too hungry.

     A sad expression colored the features of Ri, Madeleine and Clara when they heard this. Although they had been trying to suppress their emotions for the sake of Dyon, everyone here could see it.

     Dyon had walked out of his room feeling weak, but maybe the first thing he should have done was get a mirror.

     His once healthy caramel skin was a sickly grey and his rippling lean muscles had become nothing but skin sagging against his bones. Even his handsome and chiseled features that had been slowly maturing had greyed, losing its luster almost completely.

     As much as they tried to keep up their smiles, they could tell there was something very wrong with their husband.

     Ri and Madeleine both took a side, wrapping their soft arms around his waist as they floated above the rubble and into the banquet hall. Before, they had been silent due to a heavy atmosphere of loss and regret, but now it silence as a showing or respect.

     During the duration of Dyon's coma, everyone here had come to understand just what Dyon had faced alone. After interrogating the Daiyu and Ragnor prisoners, how could they not understand?

     If it wasn't for the fact that they found the remains of Loki themselves, coupled with the ridiculously large pools of blood left by Elder Daiyu, even knowing the only explanation for Dyon being alive was to have defeated them, they wouldn't believe it.

     A mere meridian formation expert had defeated not just a peak saint… But a peak saint and a dao formation expert. And that wasn't even counting the peak dao formation expert he talked down from attacking… He was quite frankly the savior of this universe.

     They all felt useless. Even Nora who had complex feelings about this boy felt this way.

     As a comet level array alchemist, whose alchemy actually reached moon levels, she was ashamed to have no way of making Dyon better. After everything he had done, there was nothing they could do for him.

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      If it wasn't for Dyon… They would all be dead…

     Soon, Dyon sat down with his wives to either side of him, hardly able to keep his eyes open. But, when he noticed the food before him, somehow still untouched, he couldn't help but look around at these people like they were crazy.

     "All of this food and no one's eaten? You couldn't have been waiting for me, no?" Dyon laughed to himself, completely unaware that his voice was so weak that had they not been a room filled with cultivators, no one would have heard him.

     Although no one reacted with laughter to Dyon's words, he didn't seem to notice. He knew his body needed food, but he ironically had no energy to eat it. Even moving his lips was a burden, let alone chewing and swallowing. How he had even made it here was a miracle.

     The Belmont Palace was a massive place, and the distance from Dyon's room to this hall reflected that. It should have been at least a 500-meter walk, and yet in Dyon's mind, he had gotten here in an instant.

     His consciousness kept fading in and out. It caused his memories to be fragmented, and often times tossed out entirely.

     Over time he was consistently getting worse.

     His body grew weaker. His mind grew more frail… Even the outburst of rage he had just had was a product of accumulated frustration that may have been forgotten by him, but nevertheless remained in the depths of his being.

     The Dyon they all knew would never yell at a door, let alone rampage through it like it was the enemy.

     This wasn't even the first time Dyon had awoken… It just seemed that he forgot about it each time. A vicious cycle of wake and sleep that ended with the same disappointing result.

     Dyon wasn't left alone in his room because his wives didn't care. They had been quite literally pulled out by force because they were unwilling to leave his side. They wanted to be there every time he woke up so that they could be ready to do anything for him, and yet in the end, they only felt more and more useless.

     Dyon's chin slumped to his chest before snapping up. He shook his head, his eyes squinting as he looked at the food in front of him again.

     He reached out slowly, grabbing for was looked like a beast meat leg. From the scent of it, it was seemingly an Earth level beast, so it likely had quite good nutritional value.

     But, when Dyon stretched out to grab it, he suddenly noticed his hand.

     At first, he was startled. He assumed that someone beside him was reaching for food at the same time. After all, how could he, Dyon Sacharro, have such a sickly-looking hand? However, when his hand back, about to apologize and let the person have the food they were both reaching for, a sudden realization hit him.

     That wasn't someone else's hand… It was his own…

     Dyon blinked, unable to believe just what he was seeing.

     "H - … How long have I been sleeping?" Dyon asked in a soft voice, suddenly realizing that Madeleine's breasts were much larger than he remembered…

     Tears fell… No one knew who lost control of their emotions first, but it was clear at this point that not many could handle the fall of a such a genius…

     This was not only not the first time Dyon had woken up… It was also not the first time he asked this question…

     This was the 5th time he woke up… And the 8th time he asked this very same question…

     In the past nearly two years…

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      Dyon sat with a dazed look, but because of the weakness of his muscles, he looked as though he hadn't reacted to the answer to his question at all.

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      However, his next sentence was different that what a normal person would ask. In fact, all 8 times he had asked his first question, he always immediately followed it up with this one.

     "How long can I stay awake?"

     "Three days is your maximum. But, it's clear you've overexerted yourself today so it's impossible to tell if that time will be shortened or not."

     Without anyone needing to tell him, Dyon had already concluded two things. He had likely already been awake and had thus asked these questions before, and despite all of this time, he hadn't come up with a solution, which also unfortunately meant that he was having memory loss issues.

     "What have I said out loud already that hasn't worked?" Dyon asked this question to save time and be more efficient. He knew himself well. There was no doubt in his mind that he would have begun to speak out loud so that his wives could note what he wanted to try.

     The problem was clear to Dyon now. Despite his soul being sealed away, it was still dissipating, although at a much slower rate than usual.

     This meant many things that only made Dyon angrier the more he thought about it.

     For one, the boost in speed [Inner World: Sanctuary] would have gotten was gone. It was impossible for his inner world to have made any process in the past two years with the mess his soul was in, and it was equally impossible for the Dragon King to compensate for such a thing.

     Before Dyon began using the Dragon King to boost his energy and body cultivation talent, even with his soul talent having accumulated billions of souls, it was estimated by his grand teacher that it would still take him more than a century to build his inner world. And that was WITH his overwhelming soul talent.

     It was only after grasping the true use of the Dragon King's weapon that Dyon became capable of reducing that time to a fraction of its original form, shortening it to about 5 to 10 years.

     This may not make sense to those unfamiliar with the technique, however, there is no mistake in this calculation. The inner world's construction requires a balance of all talents excluding body cultivation. No matter how overwhelming Dyon's soul talent was, after a certain point, it would be impossible to compensate for his poor energy cultivation talent.

     But now, the reverse situation was occurring. The talent Dyon had gained from the Dragon King was trying to compensate for his dwindling soul, and clearly it was losing.

     That said, there was one possible explanation that just might salvage this situation.

     If Dyon's soul was sapping energy from his body in order to sustain and repair itself in its sealed form, then that would explain pretty much everything.

     By the time Dyon reached this conclusion, only a split second had passed, and his wives hadn't even begun to speak yet. It seemed they knew he would reach this conclusion as well. It was like they were replaying the same events again and again. Each time they were in awe of how fundamentally sound Dyon's logic was, to the point where he would capable of reaching the same correct conclusion no matter how many times his memories were wiped.

     "So I'm right…" They didn't need any more communication between them. From their silence, Dyon understood that they had lived all of this already.

     "So I already mentioned The Seal and what's in it?"

     They nodded.

     "And I already asked that woman over there to try and use it?"

     They nodded again, sending a complicated gaze toward Nora.

     "And I assume the Dragon King is in a coma right now, too?"

     Once again, they nodded.

     Dyon sighed. He already understood what happened.

     The Seal had his last hope within it. If he absorbed the talent, it might give him enough of a boost in immediate energy so that he'd be able to eat, plus it would increase his body's ability to feed his soul.

     One might wonder why Dyon couldn't just swallow a piece of food with very dense energy. And the answer to that was: digestive efficiency.

     The reason Dyon could eat so much when he was healthy was ironically because he was so full of energy. As a cultivator, those who could eat more were often seen as much stronger because they actually had the ability to digest what they were eating.

     Right now, not only did Dyon not have enough energy to eat, even if he mustered the courage to chew, he would convert a very small percentage of that food into true energy. In the end, he'd likely spend more energy biting and chewing than what he gained.

     The only way to compensate for this would be to inject Dyon's bodily with readily available energy he wouldn't have to digest, but such things were ridiculously rare.

     There was a second way to compensate, and that was by having someone 'digest' the energy for him, but the amount of energy Dyon's body needed was astronomical. It wasn't that there weren't any here powerful enough to do it, it was just that the efficiency would be poor, which would bring them right back to square one.

     A celestial would have to use celestial energy, something Dyon's body couldn't withstand. This was even more of a glaring issue for dao formation experts. If Dyon so much as touched enigmatic energy with thoughts of absorbing it, he would implode. This meant that these experts would be forced to lower their quality of energy to saint energy, but because their meridians weren't filled with it, the process of doing so would be only marginally faster than if they were back in their saint hood days and cultivating. Needless to say… It would be too slow and too inefficient!

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      There was no need to talk about saints, themselves, doing it. Dyon had plenty of talented demon generals willing to help, but Dyon was at the point where saint energy would be of little help!

     Dyon's situation was truly unfortunate…

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     He couldn't digest food himself because he would need more energy to do so than he would gain.

     He couldn't have others digest it for him either… Saints wouldn't be able to convert enough energy for him, and higher level experts would be too slow in accumulating the necessary energy because if they used higher level energy, Dyon would die…

     Dyon was at a point where he needed high levels of quality energy… But at the same time… That energy would kill him!

     Having already understood all of this, Dyon had thrown out both the ideas of eating and having others digest for him. As such, he had focused his attention on the kernels. But, the problem was that the kernels were stuck in The Seal.

     It was clear that this Nora person was incapable of being recognized by The Seal, and she was seemingly the most qualified. However, The Seal had completely rejected her, not allowing her to use it at all.

     This meant that Dyon's next option would have been to rely on the Dragon King. Because of the Dragon King's soul connection with Dyon, it was recognized by other objects bound to Dyon. This was how he was able to use the Soul Tome to grasp Loki's faith seed, something Dyon still wasn't aware of, likely because he had been too fatigued to notice when he placed the Daiyu ancestor within.

     However, Dyon understood that the Dragon King was a mere remnant soul. While placing things inside The Seal and Soul Tome was easy, taking them out was exceedingly difficult. This was why Dyon had completely passed out when he pushed the death qi within the Soul Tome out.

     Despite this, the Dragon King had tried to help Dyon by manifesting The Seal for him, but half way through, his soul was damaged, causing him to go into a coma-like state as well. Dyon understood this because he had tried to ask the Dragon King how long he had slept for after he realized he couldn't use technology anymore. But, he had gotten no response… now he knew why…

     The seemingly only remaining option was to take Dyon to his grand teacher at the Epistemic Tower, the old man would likely be able to do something. But, that was where the problems just continued to add up…

     "The Uidah…"

     Once again, everyone nodded.

     Dyon had missed not one, but two campaigns in their entirety.

     If Dyon was awake when the gates were open, that would be one thing. All he would have to do is appear in the gates before locking them down and forcing everyone out. This was very much possible as an Epistemic Tower key wielder as long as you were in the universe housing your Epistemic Tower. Another reason why the old man would be shocked if one of his chosen died.

     "Tell me what's happened…" Dyon said in a weak voice.

     "It's not so bad at Earth Gate," Clara chimed in, grasping Dyon's hand lightly to allow her golden aurora flames to comfort him.

     "You…" Dyon could see right through what Clara was doing. She had immediately tried to calm his emotions as he spoke.

     "What? Did you expect me to just sit here? Without your innate aurora, the efficiency of the army takes a huge plunge."

     Dyon frowned as well as his features would allow. "That's just an excuse you're peddling, there's still Alidor. He's more than capable. In fact, by now, his soul should have surpassed me when last I campaigned."

     If Dyon remembered correctly, he was only around the 5th soul stage then. Alidor, with his talent and two years, should have definitely caught up. That meant his efficiency shouldn't have been much less than Dyon's from back then.

     "Hmph. Although my soul only just reached the peak of the 3rd stage, I had a peak 2nd stage innate soul. I can't just do nothing. With Ri and Madeleine, nothing will happen to me."

     Dyon sighed. Aside from him who was born with a peak 4th stage innate soul, the very best of the best could boast about having a peak 2nd stage soul.

     If this was known to any universe across the cosmos, soul experts every would clamber to have Clara as their disciple. In fact, even Nora had tried to coax Clara while Dyon was in his coma, but she had vehemently refused.

     It was just important to keep in perspective that although Dyon far overshadowed everyone in terms of soul talent, he could only be measured on his own scale, while it was best to measure others on another.

     "Don't be mad." Madeleine said softly, "Learn to trust Clara the same way you've trusted me and Little Sister Ri in the past. Do you understand?"

     Dyon struggled to look at Madeleine, but he truly couldn't see clearly. Everything was much too blurry. He felt pained that he could enjoy the beauty of his wives.

     In the end, he could only nod.

     "Like Clara said, Earth Gate isn't so bad… But that's only in comparison to what it could be," Ri continued.

     The entire banquet hall was quiet as they watched these four interact. It was as though everyone had a tacit understanding to not interrupt. Even Little Lyla and Zaire, who had both grown up quite a bit, had matured enough to stay quiet. They knew that this wasn't the time to see their big brother.

     "The Uidah, for both of these past campaigns have been completely focused on us. In fact, they've entirely ignored the other gates."

     "All ten sons and daughters?" Dyon asked weakly.

     They all solemnly nodded.

     "All five meridian, and all five essence sons and daughters have gathered."

     "So I guess they replaced the dead one…"

     "They don't seem highly intent on ending this quickly. In fact, the first move they made was to secure the perimeter around the Epistemic Tower. We've tried twice now for all four months the gates are open to get you in… But we've failed both times…

     "Even worse, because our forces were so focused, the only tower we have left in our possession is Earth Tower… The other 7… Are theirs…"

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     Dyon's eyes narrowed. They had conquered all of their towers but one?

     He couldn't help but feel guilty. There's no way such a thing would happen if everyone wasn't so focused on trying to save him. With all the talent that was here, how could that be possible?

     In these two years, he had no doubt that Ri and Madeleine had become near unbeatable in the essence gathering realm. They were likely stronger than he'd been two years ago, even with his soul unsealed. In fact, Dyon had no doubt about that fact.

     There was Caedlum who would've vastly improved as well. Even without the use of Thor and Vidar, there was still Alidor as well.

     And none of this was to mention the demon generals. But then, Dyon thought of something else.

     "It's the other planets… Isn't it?"

     The atmosphere seemed to get heavier. It was clear that the aftermath of the war wasn't so simple at all…

     "We've been forced to station many of the demon generals on Planet Mino, Deimos, and Naiad…" Madeleine said softly.

     "Planet Mino? Why Planet Mino?"

     Ri shook her head, "The Shruti disappeared. We've found no traces of them at all. If it wasn't for the remaining Planet Mino citizens, we could have already lost Mino Gate."

     This confirmed to Dyon the Shruti really weren't from this universe. They had forcefully taken Planet Mino by eradicating the previous God and Royal God Clans, but because of that, Mino had no one protecting it… No one strong enough anyway…

     However, this isn't what made Dyon angry. It was Planet Deimos and Planet Naiad that truly pissed him off. These were none other than the two planets that helped the Ragnors in their attempted take over.

     Planet Naiad housed the Clyte, who were now leaderless. Planet Deimos housed the infamous Aumen clan… A planet Dyon had sworn to destroy.

     "We knew that they weren't trustworthy." Clara said through gritted teeth. "So, King Acacia took a diplomatic trip along with King Belmont to see just what their thinking was. It turned out that they had plans to willingly hand over their gates to the Uidah and submit… If it wasn't for King Acacia, we would have been caught completely unawares…"

     Dyon chuckled bitterly. "Let me guess, the Uidah asked for my head and the Aumens were all too willing to oblige?"

     A wave of frustration and anger overcame the banquet hall, but it seemed this truly was the case.

     "In order to keep them in line, Nora and Amell, respectively, spend the campaign months on either Planet Deimos or Naiad, effectively keeping their upper tier experts hostage. But, even that isn't enough for us to feel assured, so we also separated out a few hundred demon generals to keep those armies in line." Ri finished explaining.

     "Luckily, Planet Nix has officially allied with us." Madeleine said with a sweet smile, seemingly lighting up the whole room.

     Dyon blinked, trying to stay awake. "Did I already teach you how to make the pill for Zabia? Where is he?"

     Under Dyon's words, Nora blushed profusely, unable to make eye contact with the young man that could hardly see her through his blurred vision.

     Dyon was taken aback by the lack of response, but he didn't have the energy to pursue the topic.

     Amell coughed awkwardly, feeling bad for his wife.

     This, of course, wasn't the first time Dyon had asked this. The moment he woke up the first time, the first thing he had done was try and fulfill his promise, but obviously, he had no soul strength at the moment, so it was impossible.

     However, when he found out that Nora was an innate aurora wielder, he was elated and immediately tried to teach her the method for making the pill. After all, it was exceedingly simple in Dyon's mind, while Nora was a moon level alchemist. There should have been no problem considering the pill itself was actually just a master level pill according to Dyon's master. But… Nora had failed time and time again. Even under Dyon's diligent explanations.

     The reason for this was simple… Nora was an alchemist. Dyon was an array alchemist. Nora had no real concept of fusing the two concepts into one, as such her view points were shallow and her understanding was lacking.

     Dyon's master hadn't lied. The pill itself was a master level pill. But, if you wanted to create such a complex pill without the perfect fusion of the two disciplines, it became a mountain almost impossible to transcend. In fact, it was even difficult to find the ingredients!

     Dyon simply didn't have the wake hours or the energy to explain things to Nora any more than he had.

     It was an odd situation. Nora without a doubt had more accumulated knowledge than Dyon, and it might be true that Dyon wouldn't make heads or tails of comet or moon level alchemy, not now, but when it came to grandmaster and below, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Dyon was unmatched through the cosmos.

     Suddenly Dyon thought of something else. He had left Clara with the Dao of Array Alchemy all of this time. With her intelligence, he had little doubt that she had grasped a solid foundation. She was the perfect person to teach Nora because Dyon couldn't.

     "Clara can you –"

     "Stop." Clara said abruptly, grasping onto her knees tightly.

     "Huh?..." Dyon blinked, shaking his head.

     "Stop worrying about others and worry about yourself." Clara spoke firmly, her grey eyes reddening in what looked like a violent mix of anger and sadness.

     Ri and Madeleine ignored Dyon's gaze as he looked toward them, completely unwilling to help.

     "You don't remember what happened the first time you woke up, but we do. You recognized the problem immediately. You sat there and made the very same deductions. And then when you were finally getting somewhere, you stopped and changed the subject entirely, pretending as though we wouldn't notice."

     Dyon froze. Something was telling him that this was the very first time Clara had said those words. The pattern… Had been broken.

     "You know why your little sister didn't come and greet you? Because she's quite literally in too much pain to be around you!

     "The very first time you woke up, Little Lyla said it clear as day. You already had the solution, you just weren't willing to say what it was. Instead, you trudged through and tried to use the Dragon King to accomplish it. And even worse, when he wakes up, you plan on trying again!

     "No matter how much we poked and prodded you, you refused to tell us the solution.

     "Stop being selfish and give us our Dyon back!" Clara glared at Dyon angrily.

     Dyon looked at Clara to the best of his abilities. In the end, despite his best try, he could only see two floating orbs of grey he assumed were her eyes.

     "Haha, I can't see you, but you've probably gotten more beautiful, right?" Dyon smiled. "It's a shame I can't see you three…

     "But even if it means my death, I'll never hurt any one of you."

     "Shut up." Clara clamped her delicate palms over Dyon mouth. "You see, in the years you've been out of it, moping around, waiting for death, I finally figured out the solution.

     "Now you have no choice."

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      Dyon's eyes widened, "Clara wai –"

     In an instant, Clara's eyes flashed with a golden light and the two of them instantly disappeared.

     Everyone remained in the banquet hall stunned, having no idea what was going on. The only clues they had was a King Acacia who refused to make contact with anyone, a Little Lyla who was oddly acting the same, and a Ri and Madeleine who had devious smiles on their faces.

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      Dyon's world went dizzy for an instant. He wasn't used to being the one teleported away as he was always the one controlling it. It seemed Clara had improved quite a bit in these two years. Although with a peak 3rd stage soul, her teleportation radius was only a few hundred meters, that was more than enough to move directly from one side of the palace to another.

     "What are you doing?" Dyon said weakly, stumbling forward only be caught by who he assumed was Clara.

     There was no response, but Dyon could feel himself being lifted up into the air before being dropped down on something soft. The feeling felt familiar, so he immediately understood that this was the very same bed he had woken up on.

     Flashing gold lights assaulted his blurred vision, fading away in the next instant.

     Then, Dyon felt something tight binding his wrists, before he felt the same sensation on his ankles. Before he knew it, he was spread out like a star. If he could see himself now, he'd look like a cross between a pale ghost and an incredulous housewife.

     "You can't be serious. Can we talk about this? What is going on?!"

     Dyon once again received no response, all he felt were his pants being but off and a slightly comfortable breeze hitting a place it shouldn't usually hit.

     Even in this state, Dyon couldn't help but laugh. "And you call me a pervert. You want to take advantage of a wounded man like this? Have you no shame?"

     "Hmph, you should be more worried about whether you can get it up or not. It'd be pretty embarrassing if you had ED at only 18."

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      "Hey, wait. You aren't serious, are you? This isn't even the solution I had!"

     Dyon suddenly felt a weight climb on top of him. And somehow, despite his weakness, it felt exceedingly comfortable.

     "Don't lie to me. Not now." The laughter in Clara's voice had disappeared, Dyon could only remain silent.

     "I know the truth and what it takes to use The Seal, you just weren't willing to tell us. So, instead, you made us run around madly trying to get you to the Epistemic Tower when all along it had taken you ten minutes to think of a solution. Do you think you were being brave? Or selfless? Do you think that this is something that pains me? Do you like making decisions for me that much?"

     Droplets of liquid fell onto Dyon's torso as he felt two small palms touch down to his chest.

     There seemed to be something deeper about Clara's words… As though her tears had nothing to do with this situation, but rather guilt at not having died along with her father and friends… As though she resented Dyon's decision to take her away…

     When she thought that she'd at least be able to have Dyon lifting her up by her side, to dull that pain, he had fallen into a coma and been struck with amnesia. He couldn't even see her properly anymore. Dyon had no idea how much is pained Clara to see him like this.

     "Forget it. All that matter now is that your wives and me are too smart for you to fool for so long. In fact, I'm certain that Madeleine and Clara figured it out a long time ago, they just weren't willing to tell me for the same reason you weren't."

     Clara couldn't have been more correct… Madeleine was the first to understand the method to heal Dyon, and she understood mere moments after Little Lyla called Dyon out for withholding information. Ri wasn't too far behind either…

     The reason it had taken Clara almost two years to understand was because this solution wasn't just about being intelligent. It required being intelligent and having a strong understanding of the martial world, something Clara just didn't have back then.

     Dyon stared at the ceiling silently. From the moment he had woken up, his vision had been getting worse and worse, almost as though as he ran out of energy, so did his senses go as well. But, that didn't stop an overwhelming guilt from sinking deep into his stomach. Whether Clara truly figured out what she had to do or not no longer mattered, what mattered to Dyon was that she would have to do something like this for the sake of saving his life… He didn't feel like it was fair.

     "Do you know how long it took me to figure out that it wasn't normal for others to be able to use treasures you had bound your soul to? I feel silly just thinking about it." Clara said softly.

     Dyon could feel her shifting on his chest before soft fabric landed on his face. He was agitated in not being able to see, but just the thought of what was happening made him immediately react.

     Clara felt something poking at the small of her back and when she turned around, she couldn't help but be stunned.

     "Pervert! You can't even see!" Clara harrumphed, but the beating of her quickened, as she whispered her next words in a voice Dyon was too weak to hear. "Why couldn't that thing shrink like the rest of you…"

     "What can I say, your clothes smell nice. Plus… Apparently it's been two years…" Dyon would shrug, but his hands and feet were tied. In fact, they were done so tightly that it made him question Clara's strength. "You've been cultivating?"

     Clara nodded although Dyon's vision was blocked by her dress. "Ri and Madeleine wouldn't let me go until I reached the ninth foundation stage. But, it seems I can't continue from then on. No matter how hard I try, I can't sense my meridians."

     Dyon sighed. Although the seals were effectively undone now, Clara's energy cultivation talent was technically still locked in The Seal right now.

     A sudden realization came over Clara. "Stop distracting me! I know the truth now and you won't get out of this."

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      "Clara, as much as I'd love to do this, you really have it all wrong! You don't have to do this." Dyon's voice came out firmly, surprising Clara. It was as though all of his weakness was gone.

     "Shut up. If you want to be convinced that I understand so much, I'll tell you. Then, I'll never talk to you again since it's apparently such a burden for you to do this with me."

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      Before Dyon could refute that, he felt Clara shift again before another pair of fabric was stuffed into his mouth, stopping him from speaking completely. However, what was most glaring to Dyon was the distinct skin to skin contact he felt when Clara sat back down on his lower torso. In fact… He thought that for just a moment, he felt a faint wetness.

     Dyon's imagination spun out of control, causing him to grow yet another size. Clara could only ignore the object that was apparently trying to bore a hole into her back as she silently unclipped her bra, allowing two mounds of beautiful flesh to drop into the view of no one but herself. And then, she steadied her breathing.

     "At first, I didn't think there was anything odd about Madeleine and Ri being freely able to use your spatial rings. In fact, even Little Zaire can do so. But, when I realized Little Lyla couldn't, and then that I couldn't, I realized that it was more complicated than that.

     "To just realize that there was something odd, something that simple, took my more than a year!"

     This wasn't Clara's fault, honestly. To observe something that detailed without actively seeking to understand was a miracle in and of itself.

     "When I noticed this, I knew there was something more to it. At first, I thought it was simply sex. But even with how much of a fool you can be, I would never think you did something like that to Zaire."

     Dyon cringed. 'Why would you even bother saying that? I get it.'

     "When I asked Ri and Madeleine about it, they seemed to want to dodge the question. Clearly they knew I was coming close to the answer as well. But, eventually, you woke up for the 4th time. Your condition was so much worse than before that it seemed Ri and Madeleine were finally getting worried that you really wouldn't get better.

     "I know why they chose not to tell me. They wanted to respect me, as well as your decision as well. But, all you three did was hurt me more!

     "Eventually, I found out that while Madeleine gained the ability to use your spatial rings through having sex with you, Ri was able to even before that. It was clear at that point that what connected Ri and Zaire was the fact they were both beasts and had a special connection with you. While Madeleine was human, meaning there had to be a physical connector to reach that point.

     "At first I thought this was great, but then I thought of another problem. If this was all it took to use the seal, why hadn't Madeleine or Ri down it yet? It turned out that they had already tried while you were sleeping, but they couldn't get The Seal to acknowledge them.

     "And yet, when I tried, even though I hadn't had a soul connection with you yet, I could at the very least sense its presence, although it didn't acknowledge me either."

     Clara grit her teeth. "Who asked you to have so much soul talent. Making everything so complicated."

     By this point, Dyon knew that Clara had understood. He knew from the beginning that the bare minimum soul talent needed to be acknowledged by The Seal would be someone with enough talent to earn an innate aurora at birth.

     Much like Nora, Clara had sensed The Seal, but in favor of Dyon, it had turned the both of them down.

     However, if either Nora or Clara linked their souls with Dyon, the result would be much different.

     Dyon could obviously not ask such a thing of Nora. For one, she had a husband, and secondly, even if she didn't, her identity was likely really sensitive. And, if he was right about who she was, there wouldn't be a hot enough place in hell for him if he asked that of her.

     On the other hand, Dyon would never ask Clara to do this for him. He would literally rather die.

     Clara was the last person he had of their world. She was his best friend. He understood just how important her virginity and her love life meant to her, how could he ask her for something like that?

     So, even though he knew it was stupid, he still asked the Dragon King to try and use The Seal through him. Unlike Zaire, Ri and Madeleine, the Dragon King could perceive what Dyon did, making him able to skip the step of sensing The Seal. However, because he was a remnant soul, he ended up injuring himself… In fact, to now, he had been in a coma for more than a year and a half…

     "Now, I know what I have to do. Since we can't get you to your grand teacher, you'll have to accept me. You can decide to not acknowledge me after this, I've decided that I'm fine with that. But, for right now, with your life on the line, you have no choice."

     Dyon froze as he felt a trembling hand grasp onto his member. He could barely stay awake, let alone fight back against these restraints.

     The scent of Clara filled his nose, but when he felt the delicate fabric in his mouth, he almost lost control of what little energy he did have left.

     His tip was invaded by a faint wetness as it glided across soft skin that seemed to easily separate… And then… His mind went blank, filled with a sensation he could never forget… The best feeling in the world.

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      Clara bit her lip, unable to stop the gasp from escaping her lips.

     'This is strictly to save his life. Yes. This doesn't feel good at all. Not one bit.'

     Clara was a tomboy, as Dyon often teased her for. As such, she played a lot of sports as a kid before she stopped to focus on her cancer research. So, her hymen had long since broken due to those activities, and considering the fact Dyon was the person she would want to do this with the most, she felt no pain whatsoever, exactly like Ri and Madeleine.

     Dyon felt the slow grind of a wet vortex steadily lowering toward his base.

     Soft moans escaped from Clara as she hoped that Dyon was too weak to hear her. If she couldn't focus, this would all be for nothing.

     Soon, she reached the very base, but she felt like all of her energy had been sapped from her.

     She fell forward, rest her head and hands on Dyon's broad chest while she slowly grinded her hips. It was almost like she had forgotten the true purpose of her actions.

     If Clara knew that this was a mere fraction of Dyon's ability, and that had his celestial will and aurora flames not been locked away, she would feel hundreds of times better, who knew how she would react.

     Soon, Clara snapped out of it. Although she couldn't bring herself to stop grinding her hips, her own aurora flames finally flamed into existence, slowly tracing Dyon's body with comfortable golden flames.

     Dyon felt his inner energy surge to life as the flames bored into him, making their way to his aurora and slowly caressing it before piercing its way inside.

     Clara didn't have much cultivation, nor did she had an overwhelmingly powerful primordial yin, but, Dyon cherished this moment nonetheless.

     Under normal circumstances, Clara's cultivation should have skyrocketed, but Dyon's body was completely lacking energy. If it wasn't for the fact that it was the body's innate instinct to protect reproductive abilities, there was a chance that even this might not be possible.

     But, that was when everything changed…

     Clara's aurora flames melded into Dyon's mind's eye, finding his sealed soul and gently embracing it. Their souls intertwined, forming a connection that Ri and Madeleine immediately felt, causing smiles to spread across their faces.

     In the next instant, Clara immediately felt capable of manipulating The Seal.

     An intricate array with wildly shifting colors and endlessly shifting gears appeared in Clara's mind as she slowly teased it apart, finding two floating orbs within. She could immediately feel which was which with her connection to Dyon and didn't hesitate to grasp the body cultivation orb, pulling it into reality.

     Clara's breathing was heavy and labored. One might think it was because of manifesting something from The Seal, when in reality it was because the moment her soul melded with Dyon's, she felt an overwhelming rush of love and worry coming from him. It was so intense that her lower regions clenched, convulsing involuntarily as she lost control of her body.

     The orb was completely forgotten.

     Clara held onto Dyon's torso both as firmly and gently as she could, unwilling to hurt him even as she lost herself in the feeling of being connected to him.

     She, herself, was embarrassed to even think about how often she had thought of doing this with Dyon… She couldn't help but see him as her man…

     Two years ago, Clara would have done this very thing for Dyon, but deep inside, she would know that it was only for the sake of saving his life. Although she loved him back then as well, there was a deep seeded doubt within her that couldn't leap over the barrier that protected martial world culture.

     If the mortal realm still existed, Clara would without a doubt be known as a traditionalist. She wanted to have a single husband, all to her own… She wanted to lose her virginity to the one she loved, but she also wanted it to be on her wedding night. She wanted two kids, one boy and one girl, hoping that the boy would be the elder so he could protect his little sister… These were all things Clara wanted… And she wanted them with no one else but Dyon…

     But when he came back, the first thing she heard was that he had found not one, but two others to fill a place in his heart she thought she could one day fight to earn…

     It had hurt. She knew that her and Dyon had never had that kind of relationship before, and she knew how irrational it was to feel that way, but she couldn't control it…

     She had genuinely wished them the best, thinking that she could just avoid Dyon and never see him again, allowing him to continue ignoring her as he had for all those years, but then he swooped in and flashed his handsome smile and caring, warm eyes at her… Then he saved her father like it was as easy as breathing to him… And then he whisked her off to an unknown fantastical land where he didn't hesitate to protect her with his very life…

     During those two years of Dyon's constant pain and torment… His amnesia… His unwillingness to hurt her by burdening her with this decision…

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      Clara realized that she just didn't care anymore. There would never be another man in her heart….

     "I love you…" She said softly.

     The orb gently floated above them. With nothing to bind it, it finally had freedom for the first time.

     The laws of the universe dictated where talent went, but it also had an inability to take back that talent… This meant only one thing. Since there were only two mortals deserving of this talent left, it could only go to one of them…

     Dyon understood this as well. He didn't need to do anything, that talent would simply choose.

     But, that was when something highly important happened.

     Body cultivation talent was directly linked to body constitutions… Of which, was directly separated into male and female rankings… So…

     The bulb of light shook violently, confused with what to do with itself before eventually sheering into two halves, still hovering in the air.

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     634 Pervert 1

      Dyon's eyes became sharper. Although Clara's primordial yin wasn't much now, as a woman with so good soul talent, even with her energy and body cultivation locked, the energy she provided was the purest of the pure.

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     He could feel her aurora flames coursing through his body, tapping awake veins of blood that had laid dormant for months before revitalizing the beating of his heart.

     And then… The orbs fell.

     Dyon and Clara's heart beats stalled, freezing them in time as one clung to the other. Motes of light danced along their skin, filling the room with blinding hues.

     It felt like everything within them was rearranging. Confusing and foreign concepts became simple, odd and abstract wills became as easy as breathing, and their bodies… transformed…

     It was clear by now just what kind of concept having the accumulated talent of billions for soul cultivation. Unmatched will stamina and comprehension, otherworldly manifestations, and exceedingly domineering intelligence.

     But, what did it mean to have the accumulated talent of billions for body cultivation? It meant never having an affinity out of your touch. Never would there be a cultivation technique unsuitable for you. Never would there be will you couldn't learn. The world was opened up… Whether it be the soul or the meridians, both were anchored by the body…

     Clara's convulsions finally stopped. She couldn't see Dyon, or even herself clearly because of the lights, but she knew that she had done her part.

     She slowly lifted herself off of Dyon, biting her lip as she felt a large mass slide out of her. But, when she tried to get up to leave the room, her legs gave way, causing her to collapse on top of Dyon again.

     Frustration began to build. She felt like she had so much energy and she felt better than she ever had before, so why weren't her damn legs working?!

     She tried to use her aurora to teleport away, but that was when she realized that changes weren't only occurring in Dyon, they were occurring in herself as well!

     Clara could almost feel her silky brunette hair growing longer. In fact, she felt it sliding down spine, well past the small of her back.

     The bones in her face shifted ever so slightly, there was barely a change but with Clara's senses, how could she not feel these things happening to her?

     Her gorgeous caramel skin grew softer, and her grey eyes grew brighter. She was very much still the beautiful Clara Dyon had called best friend for so many years, but she had grown in elegance and grace, something impossible to put into words.

     Clara was already an otherworldly beauty, one rivaling Ri and Madeleine without a doubt. This was something that was gifted to her by her domineering soul talent. It had cleansed her in a way other mortal women just couldn't match.

     However, there was something overwhelming about her presence now. Almost as though she was sculpted by the hands of a master… The perfection of a female form only meant to be looked at, but never blasphemed…

     Dyon was right, she had gotten more beautiful in these past two years… But this was an entirely different level.

     Soon, the lights around Clara faded and she blinked awake to find herself still lying on Dyon. Although her legs were still weak, they had finally recovered enough for her to move, so she lightly pushed off, getting a good look at Dyon.

     What she saw, left her in a daze.

     Dyon had seemingly lost consciousness. But, Clara didn't mind. The same had happened to her and she was in much better condition that Dyon had been.

     His sickly and loose skin had disappeared, replaced by a golden sheen that pumped with vitality. His lean and rippling muscles had come back, coursing with veins of gold that made Clara blush when she realized her small hands were still lying on his chest.

     But, what Clara truly couldn't stop looking at was Dyon's handsome face.

     It had been two years since she last saw him in full health, and back then, he was still just a teenage boy. He was the most attractive man she had ever seen until she laid eyes on Amell, but nothing could compare to the love she felt for Dyon. However, now that hardly seemed to matter at all.

     His face had lost all signs of immaturity. His jaw was strong and even held a faint stubble that made Clara swoon. His nose had a delicate and elegant arch to it and sat perfectly symmetrical at the center as though it was a crowning achievement… But, what Clara couldn't help but want to see were his eyes… Unfortunately, they were closed as his breathing steadied to a comfortable rhythm.

     Clara chuckled when she noticed Dyon's full lips were slightly parted with a piece of laced fabric hanging out of them. Her hand caressed his cheek before she pulled it out gently, taking her dress that had fallen to the side along with her.

     She moved to slide off of Dyon, looking back one last time before she gave herself a nod of assurance… Even if he didn't accept her, she regretted nothing.

     Clara silently slipped her dress on, unwilling to wear these soaked panties of hers and her bra wa even less of an issue. Suddenly, she froze as she felt a strong grip on her arm.

     "Where do you think you're going?"

     Clara didn't look back, "You want to fight me? I'm not so weak anymore, hmph."

     "What I meant was that that was some pretty self pleasing sex. How are you going to use me like a tool then forget about me?"

     Clara was so taken aback by that answer and the pitiful sound of Dyon's voice that she burst into laughter. "Leave me alone pervert, I don't know what you're talking about. I simply helped out a friend in need. You're welcome. If you want more, you'll have to get into a queue with all of my other future husband candidates."

     Dyon paused for a moment.

     Clara didn't turn to face him, but there was a slight disappointment welling up in her heart at the pregnant silence. She tried to pull her arm away, but Dyon's grip seemed to tighten.

     "I don't think you understand." Dyon's voice held a domineering power to it that caught Clara off guard.

     Dyon's grip pulled her toward him with a force that was somehow gentle, yet inescapable.

     In an instant, Clara found herself beneath Dyon, staring into the very hazel-green eyes she had wanted to look into this whole time.

     If Dyon was stunned by Clara's beauty, he didn't show it. To him, the loves of his lives were always the peak of perfection, regardless of how the world viewed them.

     "You're my woman now."

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      Clara looked up, stunned. Still awkwardly holding onto her panties and bra, but all she could see was the pair of eyes above her. And despite the domineering nature of Dyon's voice and actions, all she could see was love and… pleading…

     But, she didn't want to be a burden for Dyon. She didn't want to be yet another person he thought he owed… yet another person he thought he had to make something up to…

     "Don't be ridiculous." Clara said, looking up at Dyon to show how serious she was. "Sex means nothing. Especially not self pleasing sex. I didn't do this to become your charity case. I did this to pay you back for everything you've done for me. You owe me nothing."

     Clara shifted out from underneath Dyon, flashing to the side of the bed before walking toward the door.

     However, just as she was reaching for the door handle, she heard something that made a tear inadvertently fall down her delicate cheeks.

     "I love you too."

     The words were simple. But, there impact were so profound that Clara's hand couldn't seem to grip the door knob properly.

     She hadn't thought Dyon had heard her. After all, he was unconscious and his hearing was impaired to begin with. However, it was clear to her now that he had to have.

     A moment later, Clara didn't have to turn around to feel a warm and comfortable presence standing directly behind her. All she saw was a palm on the door… A hand so steady and strong that she almost couldn't stop herself from leaning backward.

     "Jeez. I go to sleep for a few years and you become such a crybaby. What the hell happened?" Dyon snorted.

     "Fuck you." Clara wiped her eyes with her forearm, still not looking back.

     "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Is that any way to speak to your husband?"

     "Pft. You think I'd let you call me your wife? I'm not as nice as Ri and Madeleine. I see no ring and I definitely see no ceremony. You think you can just use our bodies and give us nothing in return? Pervert." Clara harrumphed, still unwilling to look back.

     Dyon grabbed Clara's hips, spinning her around to face him before tilting her chin up.

     "You want to talk to me about perversion? Who just used whose body again?"

     Clara glared at Dyon but found herself unable to keep her anger while looking up at him. "Used you? I barely felt a thing. If anything, it was a chore."

     Dyon smiled, looking down at Clara. She could tell that there was something new hidden behind the teasing in his eyes.

     "Let me have it." Dyon said softly.

     "Have what?" Clara's voice came out weaker than she wanted, causing a blush to spread along her cheeks.

     "Your first kiss of course."

     "Tha –" Clara's words were caught in her throat. She really hadn't kissed Dyon, or anyone for that matter.

     "Until I get access to my soul back, you'll have to settle for subpar sex. But, as a Sacharro, I'm sure you'll soldier through."

     "Hm?" Clara didn't seem to understand Dyon's words immediately, but when she did, she went through a cycle of blushing and rolling her eyes. "Can't you be serious?"

     However, despite her words, she inwardly had a sudden realization. This really wasn't as good as it got…

     Clara didn't get her answer, instead, her senses were overwhelmed by Dyon's scent as his lips touched down to hers.

     This was the very first time Clara and Dyon had interacted in such a way… This was the first time they truly and seriously crossed the barrier of friendship… And as Clara fell into Dyon's arms, almost incapable of controlling her trembling legs, she felt nothing but happiness.

     Dyon slowly pulled back to find Clara's grey eyes staring back at him. She stood on the very tips of her toes, clutching her panties and bra against Dyon's chest, much to his amusement.

     "One time." She said softly, lowering her head to avoid his gaze. "You get one time, then you have to go and eat. Or else this would have all been for nothing!"

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     Clara squealed as Dyon lifted her up by her thighs, a sound she never thought she'd make. But, under Dyon's powerful hands, she felt like a feather in the wind.

     Dyon gently laid Clara down, letting her soft thighs wrap around his waist as he slowly pulled her dress off. Even expecting a scene of unmatched beauty, Dyon's breath couldn't help but quicken.

     Clara was perfect. Her caramel skin was glistening with a sweet layer of sweat that reflected the red of her adorable blush. Her figure was nothing short of golden proportion. Ample, soft breasts, wide hips, and an ass so plump and round that Dyon's hand nearly got lost in their fullness.

     Reaching down, Dyon delicately cupped Clara's face as she shyly looked away. But, she was unwilling to show weakness, so she allowed Dyon to scan her in her entirety, not blocking his view with her hands.

     Their eyes met as Dyon lowered his forehead to hers.

     "Clara Gallagher… Are you willing to be mine?"

     There was only a brief silence before Clara's soft lips met Dyon's, allowing her small tongue to release a pleasant fragrance into Dyon's mouth.

     "Clara Sacharro." Clara corrected softly.

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     636 Pervert 3

      Clara's shy moans filled the large room. She was a mere foundation stage expert being ravaged by a man with the body of a saint, it was no wonder she felt like she was just along for the ride. However, there were no barriers left in her mind to what was happening, she was happy to cling to Dyon's neck, running her hands through his hair as she enjoyed his lips.

     A part of her couldn't believe that there could be any feeling in the world better than this, but the other part was eager for Dyon's cultivation technique to run its course.

     However, that was when Clara began being filled with another feeling entirely.

     The first time Dyon and Clara had sex, it wasn't dual cultivating in the strictest sense. Without the active participation of both parties, such a thing was impossible. But now? Everything was different…

     Clara felt her soul surging to ridiculous heights. She couldn't believe what she was feeling. It had taken her two entire years to climb from the peak of the second stage to the peak of the third, and yet she had just broken through the fourth stage without any difficulty. She had always wondered why Ri and Madeleine's souls were so powerful despite their not having much talent in that area, but now the answer was clear. It was all Dyon!

     Clara, though, wasn't the only one to benefit as their two bodies intertwined.

     Before these events, Clara's primordial yin had been simple and fairly weak… But, this all changed the moment she absorbed half of the kernel. Clara had essentially been given an entirely new body, a new body capable of giving its own virginity as well.

     The individual constitutions had washed away into something completely new… A primordial yin of absolute balance and perfection, without blemish or fault… It could only be given the very same name as Dyon's flames: Origin primordial yin. A constitution transcending a God level one…

     This was, of course, the same for Dyon. By the design of his new body, he too was a virgin. Before, Dyon had never had a primordial yang. Not a true one, anyway. How could he without a bodily constitution? Much like Clara's, his was exceedingly weak and frail. However, now? His could only be named after his flames as well: Origin primordial yang.

     Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately given the current situation, the very reason why Dyon had never been able to make true use of Ri and Madeleine's primordial yin is because his own primordial yang wasn't complete.

     Unlike primordial yin, a primordial yang never leaves the body of its owner. Instead, it grows as its own source of power, capable of supplementing either one of the three cultivation disciplines. This meant that Dyon could now continue to improve through dual cultivating instead of being stuck at a singular boost after taking the virginity of a power woman.

     In addition, as long as a woman continued to cultivate with the same man that held her primordial yin, they too would continue to receive massive benefits, improving by accepting energy from his primordial yang. It was because of this oddity of the universe that the culture of the martial world was as such. The physical reality of things had begun to effect the cultural reality of it.

     'I guess this means I can teach you a real dual cultivation technique now.'

     Dyon frowned, hearing the ancient voice of the Dragon King entering his mind. 'Sh. You've been pretending to be asleep for weeks now so that I wouldn't send you on that suicide mission again. This is literally THE worst time for you to speak. Go away and close your eyes.'

     Clara looked up at Dyon confused, obviously unable to hear the Dragon King. Her hips wiggled in agitation, wanting him to continue. Dyon obliged, ignoring the snort of the Dragon King.

     Dyon smirked, slowly stroking as he watched Clara try her best to maintain eye contact without letting her moans escape from her lips.

     "You know, unless you want little kids running around, you're going to have to get good enough to use arrays in this situation."

     "You're ruining my vibe, I was almost there." Clara harrumphed adorably but given the convulsion of her walls and how she bit her lip after she spoke, Dyon could tell that 'almost there' was an understatement.

     Hearing this response, Dyon was sure that Clara likely placed some sort of protection on herself before hand.

     Dyon didn't bother too much with her words, instead pulling her up to sit on his lap. He lifted her up and down slowly by her ass, feeling himself about to lose control.

     Noticing this, Clara smirked to herself, lowering her head to lightly kiss on Dyon's ear before purposefully thrusting her hips downward and tightening.

     "Ah, shit." Dyon's wrapped his arms around Clara's waist tightly, holding onto her as his breathing slowed.

     The room grew silent. Clara was unwilling to let go of Dyon's neck… And Dyon was unwilling to let go of her waist…

     Two lovers in each other's arms.

     It was only when the rumbling of a stomach filled the once quiet room that Clara giggled lightly. "Go and eat, pervert. I'm too tired to move."

     Dyon smiled, slowly lifting Clara off of him before tucking her into bed.

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      "Before you sleep, make me a pair of sweat pants and shirt."

     Clara waved her hand nonchalantly, causing a purple gold formation to bloom around Dyon. This wasn't surprising to Dyon in the least. With her soul talent and his added boost, it only made sense for her to burst through to the lower fifth soul stage so quickly. In fact, had her energy cultivation not been sealed, she may have improved drastically in that aspect as well.

     "For the record," Dyon lowered his head and kissed Clara on the forehead, "The bet is off. If you keep attacking me like this, it's only a matter of time before you reach the 8th soul stage."

     "Ha." Clara smiled, closing her eyes and rolling away and into the covers. "No thank you, slave. And you had better not neglect me either just to win a bet."

     Dyon could only chuckle bitterly. But, he responded seriously. "Never."

     Although Dyon couldn't see Clara's face anymore, when she heard those words, she couldn't help but smile from the depths of heart because she knew with her soul connection to Dyon, that he meant that word with every fiber of his being.

     Dyon quietly left the room, finding a nearby bathroom to clean himself before taking the clothes Clara gave him to put on.

     After putting on the sleek black sweat pants, he finally felt comfortable. But, when he looked at the white shirt, he couldn't help but shake his head.

     At the front, in big letters, it said: "Pervert."

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     637 Vinum 1

      Back in the banquet hall, a few hours had passed but no one had left. Regardless of whether Dyon truly got better or not didn't change the fact that this universe was still in a bad spot. The next campaign was only a few weeks away and had to be planned for.

     Under normal circumstances, this was something left to the youth. Never would clan heads or elders participate. However, it was clear that the balance had been tilted. Now that so many of their towers had been conquered, the campaigns had changed from a training ground for young talent, to the literal life and death of a universe's sovereignty.

     "As much as I appreciate what Dyon has done for us, we can no longer continue to concentrate our forces to attack the Epistemic Tower. If we continue to do so, it's only a matter of time before Earth Tower is conquered." A Belmont Elder spoke. He had been lucky enough to be part of the Belmont entourage that escorted the royal family to the World Tournament, as such he wasn't as heavily injured as the other Belmont under the attack of the Daiyu.

     After the events of the war ended, many Belmonts were found chained and bound in the castle underground prison.

     Ri and Madeleine, although angered by this statement, only responded with logic and not emotion.

     "In case you've forgotten, the choice to focus our forces on the Epistemic Tower is about more than just saving our husband's life." Ri refuted.

     "This about this logically," Madeleine continued, "Despite us concentrating the entirety of our forces at the Epistemic Tower, not only have the defended so well that not even a single one of us made it through, they also had enough forces to attack our other towers and conquer them."

     What Madeleine said was correct. What they described as "the entirety of their forces", was really just the vast majority of what they had at their disposal. With that aside, they had of course left some numbers behind to defend their towers adequately, and yet, they had still lost them. The meaning was clear.

     "If they could conquer and defend so well at the same time, that means that they are simply that much more powerful than us," Ri support Madeleine's statement wholeheartedly, "This means that our only chance of winning is Dyon's recovery. His life means more than just his life."

     Hearing these words, many in attendance couldn't help but frown. The truth of the Epistemic Tower was still a tightly guarded secret. Understanding just how much the Emperor God Clans wanted it, how could they allow such information to be spread willfully?

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     So, when others heard the confidence in the voices of Ri and Madeleine, they couldn't help but believe that it was simply blind love that clouded their judgement. How could one boy, a heavily injured one at that, change the course of a war against a King God Clan by himself? It didn't make sense to them.

     Even King Acacia was skeptical. As the only one truly aware that Dyon had the Epistemic Tower Key, he by all rights should be full of confidence. But, he simply didn't know what the key could do. His knowledge of the Epistemic Tower was limited to the fact that it was a cultivation resource of utmost importance. In fact, he wouldn't have even recognized the key at all if it wasn't for his True Empathy.

     As much as he wanted to tell Amell and Nora, at the very least, he couldn't. Not while Dyon was unconscious and not while he didn't understand the function of the key. Amell and Nora simply had too many enemies. This was the reason they could only output a max of 10% of their power, or else they would be found. Luckily, 10% of a dao formation expert's power was enough to run rampant in this universe.

     "I know that you trust your husband's ability. We've all witnessed it as well. But, don't you believe that this is on an entirely different scale? Even if we manage to get him to the tower, who knows how long it will take him to recover in there?" A youth of the Jafari clan spoke.

     Honestly speaking, many youths were quite disgruntled. Before, no one was aware of the names of Clara, Ri and Madeleine, but in the past two years, there wasn't a single youth who didn't either look up to them or dream of them. Those three had firmly erased all ideas of the six beauties. Now, there was simply a triad of goddesses.

     However, therein lied the problem. All three of these women had somehow fallen for the same man, not showing even a hint of interest toward anyone else in his absence. It was almost to the point that it was depressing.

     Sure, Dyon had been crowned the honorary first place champion of the World Tournament, a feat less than a hundred people had accomplished, also being by far the youngest to do so. And, sure, it was clear after his fight with Zabia that Lionel Belmont and Tau Aumen stood not a single chance in defeating him. But, he was a cripple now! How could they just sit idly by and let three pristine beauties wallow away their youth for a now useless man?

     Unfortunately, these feelings were shared by many. The martial world was a cruel and disgusting place, incapable of understanding even the most basics of human decency when it was left to the opinions of the masses.

     Jealousy. Envy. Inferiority.

     These things were only made worse every time Dyon woke up… As they steadily watched him decline.

     Ri looked at the Jafari clan member with a look of sheer disgust. She still hadn't forgotten what happened those years ago, but she had forgiven because Ulu had done right by her in her nine months of pregnancy.

     Dyon's first instinct, even while so injured, was to try and save your very own King and yet this is how you repay him.

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     638 Vinum 2

      Seeing Ri's gaze, the youth looked down, but didn't back off of his words.

     "Do remember that we will be the ones fighting. While what your husband has done for this universe is commendable, it cannot be denied that had he not done so, his life would have ended as well. Painting him as a savior and a saint would be nothing more than wishful thinking." Elwing Belmont spoke.

     It was hard to tell whether or not he was still hurt by his brother's betrayal, or even if he irrationally blamed Dyon, but at least at this very moment, he stood against Dyon.

     It wasn't that he didn't understand what Ri and Madeleine were saying. A Dyon at his peak could very well change the course of the war by himself. But, he just wasn't now. Even if they saved him, there was no telling how long it would take him to recover, let alone how long it would take after that for him to have an impact on the battle field.

     Because he understood this, he could only choose to cripple a leg of Ri and Madeleine's argument. This would stop their ability to appeal to emotion and thus make implementing his own plans easier. Without his elder brother here, he was the most qualified to succeed the throne, and he had to make strides to protect his own kingdom.

     Without knowing it, the elders had completely dropped out of the conversation, letting it be controlled by the youths. After all, it was these very youngsters that had seen the gates most recently. As such, they were in the best position to speak on the topic.

     King Belmont also remained silent. Deep guilt still resided in his heart, but he had lost all of the drive he once had. He was simply a shell of his former self… Even his master had, Nora, had noticed this. But, there were some things men and women needed to work through for themselves.

     "Are you sure that's the angle you'd like to take?" Madeleine spoke evenly and gently. The softness of her voice somehow lessened the blow of the opposition, weakening their strikes.

     "If we want to speak of selflessness, there is no man in this world more selfless than my husband.

     "If it wasn't for his actions, how many more thousands of innocent students would have died at the hands of the Storm family? He was a mere 13-year-old boy without any cultivation to speak of, and yet he angered two God Clans for the sake of saving them.

     "If it wasn't for his actions the Elves would have fallen under the control of the Daiyu. Without the support of the Elves, how many more of your people would have died to the red crystal will of the Ragnors? How many more of your families would you have to bury? He was a mere 14-year-old boy when he saved the Elvin Kingdom.

     "If it wasn't for his actions, we would have lost our towers long ago. Did you already forget that he single handedly repelled an Uidah army led by their second daughter with ease? He was merely 15-years-old at that time.

     "If it wasn't for his actions, who would have killed the dao formation level Elder Daiyu? Who would have killed the wielder of the second strongest faith seed in Ragnor history? Who would have stopped a peak dao formation expert from attacking? He was merely 16-years-old at that time.

     "Tell me, were all of these things done for himself? Did you hear them from his own mouth? When he was disrespected by clans in this very room, dragging his name through the mud in your silly World Tournament, did he choose not to save you?"

     Madeleine wanted to say more, but she stopped herself. Only her and Ri knew that had Dyon decided to go to the entrance of the Earth Gate, the Epistemic Tower key would have allowed him to enter even during the gate's closure. If he had done that and only taken those he cared about with him, would these people even be here?!

     However, what she said had fanned the flames of inferiority in the room. They couldn't help but wonder, what else would he have accomplished had he not been in a coma for the past two years?

     Many, though, were stunned by her words.

     Amell and Nora had never heard these stories. But, considering many of those they involved were in this very room, they understood that there was not a single hint of falsehood in her words.

     Just as Elwing wanted to refute though, another voice rang out.

     "No one in this world should ever question the selflessness of Dyon Sacharro. Least of all Planet Nix citizens."

      .

      Everyone's gaze shifted to a beautiful dark-skinned beauty. Her hair was long, and her eyes slightly tired, but she had a smile on her face that read that she was nothing but happy with life.

     In her lap sat a wide-eyed toddler who constantly looked around the room with his large silver eyes, giggling happily in his mother's embrace.

     This person was none other than Ulu Jafari, genius of the Lebna God Clan.

     "Two years ago, I made a mistake."

     "Quee –"

     Ulu shook her head, stopping those around her from speaking. "I acted out of my own selfish desire to see my clan prosper. I saw it fit to bend anyone to my will for those goals, even if it meant tearing a family apart.

     "In the end, in an attempt to control Dyon, I forced a seal on Alexandria that would effectively make her barren."

     Shock rang through the hall. Many inadvertently turned their gaze toward Ri to see what her reaction would be.

     "However, it was only a moment before I understood that I bit off more than I was capable of handling. It clearly took no effort from Dyon to remove the seal I placed, and he rightfully decided to punish be by giving back what I chose to dole out."

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     639 Vinum 3

      Confusion reigned the banquet hall. Everyone here could understand Dyon's actions. In fact, it was almost righteous.

     However, wasn't this meant to be a story about his selflessness? What did this prove?

     "After that happened, I spent two months with only thoughts of revenge. I hardly though about what I had done wrong and only sought to one-up those who had wronged me. What I didn't know all of that time, until my mother in law told me, was that I had been pregnant. And as a result, Dyon's seal not only ruined my life, but likely the life of my child as well.

     "Because of my actions, my husband fought Dyon with his life on the line. What should have been a simple spar between geniuses turned into a battle of life and death."

     Flashbacks of the bloody battle between Dyon and Zabia played through the minds of those in attendance. Many had wondered just why Zabia hated Dyon so much… But now, the reason was very clear.

     "In the end, my husband burned his soul and nearly killed Dyon. But, even in the brief moment we thought he was dead, I realized that there was no satisfaction in my heart because I had lost someone dear to me…

     "Dyon had every right to hate me to my core. He had every right to look down on my husband for defending a woman that didn't deserve such a thing."

     Silence… No one had anything to say.

     "Yet, he didn't kill my husband when he had the chance to. The only reason he is still alive is by the grace of Dyon…

     "But, that alone isn't the reason I won't tolerate anyone speaking ill of Dyon's motives.

     "That very day. In a midst of a battle that put his life on the line. Directly after he lost the world he had come to know. After watching his own mother in law drawn within an inch of her life. After knowing he was entering a den of experts he had no business or chance in beating… He still came to me and removed the seal, saving my baby.

     "At the time, he told me I would die. He said the moment I gave birth, I would be exchanging my life for that of my child."

     The Jafari gasped. This was clearly an aspect of the story even they had never heard.

     "So, I prepared myself for death. I diligently prepared for my baby's arrival. Writing letters for him to remember me by. Reading him stories late into the night. Feeding him what he seemingly craved." Ulu rubbed the head of the little boy on her lap lovingly, a small smile on her features.

     "And yet, when the day came, I didn't die… In fact, our elders found an array within my that greatly boosted the nutrition and healthy growth of my child."

     Those who had spoke out against Dyon couldn't find a place to hide their faces. How could these actions be anything other than the peak of selflessness… A person who truly wanted to do good in the world…

     "There is no leader of people better than Dyon Sacharro. There is no man I will ever love other than my husband, but Dyon is a man that will always have my undying support and respect. If he needs me, I will be of use.

     "Planet Nix stands with Dyon." Ulu finished firmly, quelling any rebellious voices within her subjects.

     The Elves smiled before Zaltarish too threw in his thoughts. "The Elves stand with Dyon."

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      Eli lightly gripped on Delia's delicate hand as they nodded to each other. "The Viridi and the Niveus God Sect stand with Dyon." Venus and the rest of the Viridi, of course, had no objections.

     Caedlum never thought of joining another side at all. "The Pakals stand with Dyon."

     Thadius' uproarious laughter filled the banquet hall. "The demon generals will always stand with the successor."

     Elwing had an ugly expression on his face, but there was nothing he could do. Not only did their allies side with Dyon, most of his own people did as well. That wasn't even to mention the fact the demon generals were highly important to all moves they made. How could he have forgotten that they only responded to orders from Dyon or his wives?

     A chorus of voices rang outward, mostly from girls of miscellaneous clans that had fallen for Dyon's heroic stature, but they were supportive nonetheless.

     Suddenly a light laughter sounded at the sliced banquet hall door, causing everyone to focus their gaze on a handsome young man wearing baggy black sweat pants. He held a shirt in his hand, but he was clearly unwilling to wear it for some odd reason, but considering everything, no one was very focused on that.

     Ri and Madeleine's eyes glistened when they saw Dyon looking so healthy. It was clear to them that Clara and them had been right.

     Little Lyla and Zaire clapped their hands, excited beyond belief to see their brother looking like himself again.

     Dyon smiled lightly, scanning the room before his eyes landed on Ulu. With a flash of his steps, he appeared before her and kneeled down to get a good look at her son.

     "Thank you." Dyon said, sincerely thanking Ulu for standing up for him.

     Ulu shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. She wanted to say that she should be the one thanking him, but she couldn't make out the words.

     Dyon stretched out his hand and ruffled the hair of the little silver eyed boy, "What's his name?"

     "S – Sarid." Ulu managed to choke out.

     The little boy happily clapped his little hands, recognizing the sound of his own name.

     "Would you allow me to be his God Father?" Dyon didn't know why, but he wanted a connection with this little boy.

     "Mhm." Ulu nodded, still barely able to speak.

     Dyon smiled. His ring flashed, coming with it something he hadn't used in a very long time. It looked like a skateboard, but it didn't have any wheels and had a sleek silver metal finish.

     The eyes of the little boy widened with happiness, seeing a toy he very much liked.

     Dyon didn't hesitate to give it to him. The board shrunk, turning into a ring that slipped on Sarid's little fingers. With all the safety features he had built into that hover board, not even the smallest bruise would appear on the little boy.

     "Grow strong. I'll bring your dad to see you soon."

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     640 Vinum 4

      Dyon walked to where Ri and Madeleine sat. They looked like a pair of goddess-like queens, and the smiles on their faces were so radiant that Dyon's heart couldn't help but quickening.

     The male youths in the banquet hall could only imagine just what had revitalized Dyon like this, but with the absence of the third beauty, the jealousy ran rampant in their imaginations.

     Before, Dyon had been sure that the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was Nora. But, somehow, in these two years, Clara, Ri and Madeleine had matured into women that could look down on anyone. It was only now that everyone realized that the six beauties of three years ago were all women in their 20s while the only still in their teens had been Ri and Madeleine.

     Dyon took a single knee and gently took both of their hands, seemingly not noticing the eyes aimed toward them in the room.

     "You seem to be doing much better." Ri said with a knowing look in her eyes.

     Madeleine giggled, smiling sweetly as she tried to cover Dyon's large hands with her own.

     Dyon cleared his throat, "I have no idea what you mean. I only innocently picked you two up a third sister. Is this not noble of me?"

     Ri nodded. "We approve."

     Little Lyla and Zaire couldn't wait anymore, the sprinted down from chairs much too tall for them and ran into Dyon's sides, almost tackling him to the ground.

     "Big brother, you're so mean!" Little Lyla pouted, her large pink diamond eyes glistening with tears.

     She had grown into a delicate little flower in the last two years. She was now about 8 years old, while Zaire was 9, and from the looks of things, quickly approaching the peak of the essence gathering realm.

     Dyon held them tightly, repeatedly saying sorry until he appeased the little beasts.

     Madeleine got up, allowing Dyon her seat. He was going to refuse, but that was when her purple eyes glistened with a double meaning. When Dyon saw what she meant, he was more than happy to allow such a beauty to sit in his lap.

     "They really have gotten bigger." Dyon breathed in Madeleine's delicate scent, enjoying the view of the plump roundness that was now eye level with him.

     Madeleine smiled. Despite how selfless she was, she couldn't help but feel resentful at how long it had been since her husband touched her. So, she was the happiest she had been in a long time right now.

     "You should eat," Ri said, pointing toward the food her and Madeleine had set aside for him.

     Dyon grinned, finally biting into the Earth level meat he had been eyeing before. But, before it reached his stomach, he could feel that it had dissipated into practically nothing.

     Dyon could only laugh bitterly, "It seems like this amount of food isn't going to be enough…"

     At first, those in the banquet hall couldn't understand his words. There was so much food here than even a year wouldn't be enough for a single person to finish it all.

     But, as the minutes passed, the shock only grew.

     Dyon's stomach was like black hole, endlessly absorbing energy. It was to the point where Dyon didn't even feel food settle into his stomach, it disappeared into nothingness, digested to 100%, in an instant.

     King Belmont finally looked up from his depressed state, feeling a bit better to see that Dyon was okay. "Bring the Heaven beast meat."

     The surrounding servants didn't dare to delay and immediately went to prepare.

     In this universe, Heaven level beasts were rare. This ranking was, of course, not based on cultivation, but rather bloodline. Earth level beasts were usually just modified ordinary creatures. However, heaven level beasts qualified to be true beasts with a connection to the universe.

     Unfortunately, there was only one such beast still native to Earth. It was a deer that grazed the grass of the crescent island that once surrounded Focus Academy. Because that had once been celestial deer territory, this was the first case of an ordinary animal evolving to a heaven level beast. But, that was just a product of how good the celestial deer land had been.

     There were only a few thousand of these creatures, but the Belmonts had a few hundred that they bred for this purpose.

     When the servants brought the deer out, those around were stunned by its sheer size. It was easily 40 meters long and just as high if the antlers were accounted for.

     And yet… Dyon didn't stop until it was all gone… The bones was so clean that it shone a bright white that illuminated the room.

     It was only then that Dyon stopped. It wasn't that he was full, but if he had to pace himself in what he ate everyday. Otherwise, they'd run out.

      .

     Suddenly, a voice rang out from a clearly agitated, but seemingly still handsome man with golden eyes.

     "YOU LITTLE BASTARD. IT WAS YOU!"

     Dyon, who had his arm wrapped around Madeleine's waist lightly enjoying the feel of her thigh while speaking to Ri, was a bit startled by this outburst.

     "Do I know you?" Dyon raised an eyebrow.

     Iaachus, who was right by his master, pretended not to know anything. But, how sharp were Dyon's senses? Even without his soul, the moment he recognized Iaachus in a group of what looked like geniuses he had never seen before, he put two and two together.

     Nora tried to calm her husband down, but could only sigh in the end. After all, Amell had been a money grubber from birth. He hated to lose out on profits.

     But, his anger was likely even placed to a higher level with not only Dyon's response, but also the fact Madeleine was sitting on his lap like some sort of play thing.

     Dyon, however, who figured out who this man was, wasn't inclined to apologize. After all, it had been his own disciple that lost the bet, so how was this his fault? Couple that with what the identity of this man likely was in relation to his Madeleine, and he didn't have much of a favourable impression of him to begin with.

     "Ah, you must be esteemed owner of Heaven's Wine. I must say, your food is quite good." Dyon smiled with a bit of provocation in his eyes.

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     641 Vinum 5

      The geniuses around Amell who had once been nonchalant about this whole situation suddenly sharpened their attention toward Dyon. It was clear how they somehow thought they were above what was happening here.

     They couldn't be blamed for that, honestly. They were five of the most talented youths in this universe, hand picked to be the disciple of dao formation expert, how could they not feel haughty? Couple this with the fact that they were already dissatisfied with Dyon and his relationship with Ri, Madeleine and Clara and it was a combination more than lethal enough to implode with this very clear disrespect of their master.

     There was a reason none of them had participated in the World Tournament: their master had told them not to. However, every single one of them knew that there was some sort of special relationship between their master and the girl on Dyon's lap. They all assumed that she was someone their master had an eye on, so they had all begun to see her as a junior sister of theirs.

     To them, the reason Amell hadn't already accepted her as a disciple was because judging by her age, the last time Amell was here, she was a newborn.

     This was why Iaachus was so acquainted with Madeleine. He had been hoping to be the first of her senior brothers to win her heart.

     Although none of them said anything about it, all of their opinions were in sync. Since Dyon had never caught the eye of their master, he was below them.

     The veins on Amell's face bulged. He actually had quite a good impression of Dyon and didn't hate him at all. If there was one man who was deserving of Madeleine in the cosmos, he had to admit that it would be Dyon. Although he was a bit dissatisfied that he had more than one wife while even he only had concubines, it was something he could accept. But, his bottom line was his money! This kid had cost him so much!

     The moment Amell saw how much Dyon could eat, he understood immediately that it was this very Dyon that put his Heaven's Wine in a deficit they were STILL trying to climb out of.

     Hearing that Dyon knew what he had done, and even guessed his identity, how could Amell tolerate the blatant provocation?

     Dyon picked up on four pairs of glaring eyes and one that was clearly avoiding his gaze. He chuckled to himself, it seemed Iaachus wasn't going to admit his wrongs on his own.

     By now, though, Amell had settled on the fact that Dyon had used his array alchemy to cheat his system. After sensing his soul for himself, although it was sealed, as a dao formation expert, he could easily tell it was very powerful. Couple that with the fact that he had wanted to guide his wife in alchemy, and that sealed his thoughts. Because of this, he threw out the idea of Dyon having used one of his Heaven's Wine badges.

     "You owe me two transcendent stones!" Amell roared.

     Dyon, who had been drinking some spirit wine to continually replenish himself spit it out in a fit. If it wasn't for Ri's quick array to catch it, it would have sprayed all over the table.

      .

     To Ri and Madeleine, Dyon was dying of laughter. They knew their husband quite well and two transcendent stones was a drop in a bucket to him.

     However, to everyone else, he was nervous beyond belief. After all, two transcendent stones was an astronomical amount!

     The normal mode of currency for most here were profound stones, only very rarely would they use saint stones. Even calculating the conversion made some faint.

     Stones filled with enigmatic energy were split into three categories with a conversion of a million between them. This meant that transcendent stones, which were the second step in this category, were worth 1 000 000 dao stones.

     A step down from this were celestial stones. This was also another conversion of a million. This meant 1 transcendent stone was 1 000 000 000 000 celestial stones.

     Another step down was saint stones. This was a conversion of a thousand. This meant 1 transcendent stone was 1 000 000 000 000 000 saint stones.

     Yet another step down was the final step to reach profound stones. This was a conversion of another thousand. This meant that 1 transcendent stone was 1 000 000 000 000 000 000 profound stones.

     Amell was essentially asking Dyon for 2 000 000 000 000 000 000 profound stones! This was an amount those here couldn't even fathom!

     It was only after everyone finished sweating over these calculations that everyone realized that Dyon was laughing.

     Ri and Madeleine shook their heads, however the small smile on their faces showed that they were happy to be here. If only they had been there to see Dyon scoop up all of the transcendent stones of the Daiyu, they would know how much of a joke it was for him to see a dao formation expert stressing over two of them.

     In fact, even before that, didn't Dyon also win 100 000 transcendent stones from bidding on himself in the World Tournament? Even if he used some to fuel the Demon Sage's Tower, there was still plenty left.

     Amell wasn't very happy with Dyon's laughter, but Nora seemed to realize that there was quite the scheming eye behind that boy's laughter. If her husband continued, he would definitely end up on the losing end. However, before she could tell him to protect his pride, one of Amell's disciples stepped forward, clearly unable to take the disrespect of his master any longer.

     Interestingly enough, he looked nothing like one would expect. Usually the first to step out would be a muscle headed brute, but that archetype of their group had only glared at Dyon for a few moments before going back to his food.

     The one who stepped forward was actually quite a scrawny boy who also happened to be quite tall. He had large glasses on his face and he held what looked like a grimoire in his hand, but in reality, it was just a normal book.

     Amell was going to stop him, but then he thought twice of it. He decided to let his disciple cut Dyon down a peg before he stepped in to be the magnanimous elder.

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     642 Vinum 6

      "My name is Trot Vinum. This is the third time you've disrespected my master today, as his most senior disciple, it is my duty to clear his name. Please step forward."

     It seemed Amell gave all of his disciples the very same last name. Either that, or Iaachus and Trot were related. That said, the former was the more likely of the two options from Dyon's observation.

     Dyon didn't seem like he was going to move though, after all, he felt so comfortable. Plus, he didn't want to lose the feeling of Madeleine on his lap. "Three times? Please enlighten me."

     "First with how you addressed him. 'Do I know you?' is not a proper way to greet an elder. Second with your laughter. It is a fact that you owe what you owe. My master has worked very hard to establish his franchise throughout many universes, you happened to take advantage of the more lax security in this universe to steal. While slightly impressive, it is still wrong.

     "Thirdly, you've dared to disrespect our junior sister by having her sit on your lap. This is the ultimate disrespect to my master.

     "Step out if you have any face."

     Dyon blinked, looking at Madeleine with a raised eyebrow. But, when he saw her shrug, he understood that she had no idea what this person was talking about either.

     "So, I've disrespected your master by spending time with my wife? When next I wipe my ass, should I ask for his permission first too?" Dyon turned back to Trot.

     Trot's calm demeanor finally seemed to crack. He wasn't expecting such a vulgar response and the laughter at Dyon's words only made it worse.

     Martial artists of their stages didn't even need to do such a thing, so why would he say this?

     Trot's frown deepened. "How could you be worthy of our junior sister? And what kind of marriage could be finalized without the consent of her master?"

     Dyon shrugged, "This kind. I didn't even need permission from her father to marry my Madeleine, why would I need that of her master?" Dyon emphasized the word father, not bothering to look at Amell, but his meaning was clear.

     Amell's eyes narrowed. But said nothing.

     "I've had enough of your talk. Either pay my master or step out here coward."

     Dyon ignored Trot and looked at Ri, "Did any of them participate in the campaigns?"

     Ri shook her head. "No, I assume they stood guard on Planet Naiad and Deimos with their master and his wife."

     .

      "Oh, and why's that? It doesn't seem like they're saints yet."

     Ri shrugged, "I guess they believe they're above it."

     Dyon laughed. "I see."

     Madeleine raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

     "I dunno. They just seemed really weak, but also big headed. I just wanted to make sure my assumption was right."

     "Weak?" Trot grit his teeth. "We don't participate in your wars because our master told us not to. We're not meant to influence this universe. We've been trained out entire lives to do just one thing: Conquer the Epistemic Tower. Now is just not the right time. We have to hide our strength and catch the opposition unawares. You would understand nothing of that. You are nothing compared to us."

     Dyon gently lifted Madeleine up before standing and setting her down on their seat.

     But, just as he was walking forward, Ri grabbed his wrist. "Are you sure your body is okay?" Both her an Madeleine had worried expressions on their faces. Dyon had literally just recovered, they weren't even sure if it was permanent just yet,

     Dyon smiled, "I'm feeling great."

     In the end, Ri could only let go, sighing as she watched him walk to the center of the room.

     Trot smirked on the inside, happy that he had provoked Dyon to come out. This way, he could expose him for the fraud he was.

     Dyon's hand flashed with a light before too long shards of energy stones came out, balancing on the tips of two of his fingers.

     The entire room seemed to freeze, staring at Dyon's hand. Even Amell's eyes widened, unable to comprehend what he was seeing.

     Dyon stopped ten meters from Trot, spinning the energy stones. "I guess these are the two transcendent stones I supposedly owe your master, right?

     "Well, I quite frankly don't feel like giving them, so how about this. You beat me, and you get the glory and the stones. In fact." Dyon tossed the stones behind him as pile after pile of transcendent stones filled the room.

     Amell's heart seized. Even Nora, who hadn't expected this, could only shake her head.

     The message was clear. Why would I have to steal when I have this much money?

     Trot immediately understood this as well. This was nothing less than yet another slap to the face of his master. How could he tolerate such a thing?

     "Since you don't understand your limits, I'll cripple you for good!" Trot growled.

     Trot's foot slammed downward, his book disappearing in a flash of light as sped forward with blinding speed.

     His body seemed to disappear into a mirage, shifting oddly under the light of the room.

     This was clearly a high level movement technique. It seemed Amell treated his disciple well.

     Without his 6th sense, Dyon had to admit it was a bit difficult to see just what was happening. He dearly missed his soul. Such a thing couldn't even be called child's play if he had it.

     It was clear that Trot still marginally respected Dyon, willing to go all out. However, Dyon could hardly care.

     Without moving even an inch, the tattoos on Dyon's back bloomed magnificently, causing two pairs of white and black wings coated in glistening feathers to appear, spreading out three and half meters to each side.

     The room was immediately filled with a majestic and stifling arrogant aura. Dyon's wings seemed to sing with excitement after being held in captivity for such a long time.

     They flexed in unison as Dyon calmly watched Trot approach. And then…. The flapped.

     From beginning to end, Dyon didn't take either a step forward or back.

     Trot hardly registered what happened as a gust of wind as violent as a category 5 hurricane careened toward him, blasting him away and nearly caving his rib cage inward.

     Amell had no choice but to open up a barrier, protecting his disciples from the unforgiving wind even as his most senior disciple slammed against the walls, coughing up blood. Even his reinforced glasses that were actually a vision treasure shattered underneath the impact, sending shard of glass around his eye. But, it seemed Dyon had somehow managed to not blind him.

     Dyon took a look at Amell's bitter expression. "This is what you left this universe for 17 years for? This is the group of supposed geniuses you put together to conquer the tower?"

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     643 Vinum 7

      "What could you possibly know about it?" Amell frowned, deeply surprised by Dyon's power. Regardless of the fact he had heard that Dyon defeated a peak saint and a dao formation expert or not, he had thought, and rightfully so, that that involved a lot of tricks and trump cards. He had no way of knowing that Dyon's base strength was this overwhelming.

     "I'm just making a commentary on how you were so willing to leave what was important behind, and yet your results are so pathetically mediocre." Dyon's eyes sharpened as he looked from Nora to Amell. Only a few in this room understood what he really meant, but those words cut deep for both Nora and Amell. Although the story wasn't so simple, the bare truth was that Dyon was right.

     However, that didn't mean that they were happy to hear it.

     "Do you have any idea what you're talking about? Do you understand the importance of the Epistemic Tower? Do you understand how difficult it is to conquer? Do you know just how many decades of research and blood and sweat and tears it took us to gather the information we have? We did all of this for this universe and those who are important us.

     "We want to grow a future for this universe and allow geniuses to lead to the path. You are clearly worthy in terms of power, but your character is wholly lacking." Amell's playful anger had completely disappeared. He was serious now.

     "My character? Funny." Dyon snorted as his hand flashed once again. "You don't recognize this, do you?"

     Amell froze. How could he not recognize the badge of his own restaurant?

     "You…"

     "For a man speaking on another's character, you'd think that he would at least do his research before accusing another of stealing.

     "Your very own disciple lost a bet to me and was forced to give me this. As his master, it's your responsibility to make up for his short comings. It's just a shame that your supposed pillars of the future have been losing to me for years already.

     "You speak of character, yet what you've instilled in your disciples nothing but overblown and undeserved pride. Do you think I'm the only one in this universe who can beat them? Are you really so shallow? I have little doubt that my very own wives are more powerful than me right now. Any one of my demon generals can slaughter them with a thought despite their being the very same age. Caedlum Pakal. Thor Ragnor. Zabia Jafari. Even my little brother can beat them. Yet you let them parade around like they're something they're not? And you want to speak of my character?

     "You left this universe for almost two decades. You were so sure in yourself and your own perception that you thought it would be impossible for anyone you have chosen to be inferior to someone else. Well, let me be the first to tell you that you are wrong. Very wrong.

     "With how weak your disciples are, how are they supposed to be a trump card of any kind? Did they even watch the World Tournament? Or was that too far beneath them? If they had done at least that much, even with how blind they apparently are, they would at least have known there was plenty of competition for them."

     King Acacia frowned, holding onto a pure white fox in his lap. He had long since figured why Dyon was being so hard on Amell and Nora, but he still felt like this was too far. No one was pained more than the two of them. But, they had done what they thought was best.

     However, Dyon had no intentions of letting up. There was nothing in this world he knew more about than living without parents.

     Madeleine had spent years with such an inferior clan. She had spent even longer crying over the strained relationship between her and people who weren't even truly related. And yet here were her real parents, still pretending not to know her, still not acknowledging her, while peddling some nonsense about 'for the greater good'? He couldn't stand it!

     Until now, he had completely ignored them. He hadn't mentioned them to Madeleine. He hadn't even thought about them. But then, not only did he want to provoke him for actually spending time with his wife, he also raised such piss poor excuses for the 'saviors of the universe'? Are you fucking kidding?

     "And for the record, oh great dao formation experts who think only for the sake of the future. I know nothing of Epistemic Tower? I can't understand how important it is? It took you how much blood, sweat and tears?"

     Dyon forearm flashed with a blinding golden light as an intricately designed key appeared in the air.

     Amell and Nora stormed to their feet. The eyes of their disciple below widened. Even Trot, who was still coughing blood stuck to a wall in the distance felt himself faint, only to wake up to see the image before him was very much real.

     "This very thing you spent so long planning for is meaningless. If I had to choose between this and those that I love, I would toss it away a trillion out of a trillion times."

     Dyon's key disappeared as he flapped his wings to gently land beside Ri and Madeleine, scooping them up in his arms and causing them to giggle with delight.

      .

     The anger on his features disappeared as he landed a kiss on each one of their cheeks, flying away through the broken door and not forgetting to pick up every last one of his transcendent stones.

     "Call me when the campaign gates open. Don't waste your time debating strategy. I'm back now.

     "Within the first few days, the Uidah will run home with their tails between their legs."

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     644 Age 1

      Dyon lay in his large bed with his eyes closed, a smile content on his face. How could he not be happy? Ri lay on his chest panting, while Clara and Madeleine offered a handful of plump softness for each one of his hands. Even one of these beauties would allow a man to die with a life fulfilled, and yet he was lucky enough to have three of them.

     Truth be told, Clara would have never been so eager to join into this imperial orgy so quickly, but Dyon in true perverted fashion, had brought Ri and Madeleine into the room while she was sleeping. Before she even realized it, his hands were running all over her and her mind had gone blank with the endless waves of pleasure.

     "Hmph." Clara harrumphed, trying to roll away. But, the ache between her thighs caused a half moan, half pained cry escape her lips.

     Madeleine giggled. "You need to be more caring of Little Sister Clara's body. She's talented, but she hasn't cultivated for long yet. You'll hurt her!"

     Dyon shifted, lightly placing the out of breath Ri on the bed beside Clara before attacking Madeleine.

     "Then you have to take responsibility as her big sister, no?"

     Madeleine's purple eyes sparkled with desire. Over the past two years, she had integrated with her faith seed more and more, causing her desire for such things to grow as her bestial instincts grew as well.

     However, because of her selfless nature, she had allowed Ri to pounce on Dyon first. At first Ri had been so energetic that Madeleine was worried that Dyon would be tired, but it seemed she had worried too much. This man had too much energy for his own good, he had even made Ri yield.

     Dyon silently scanned Madeleine's glistening eyes before lightly kissing her neck and running his hand across the soft curves of her body.

     It only took a few rounds for Madeleine to figure out that Dyon's stamina was truly endless. She collapsed onto the bed with a content smile on her face, clinging onto Dyon's arm.

     **

     Later that day, Dyon sat with his back to the head of bed, Clara sitting in the nude on his lap with Ri and Madeleine watching the scene with interest in their eyes. However, aside from Dyon's constantly roaming hands, there was nothing lewd about their actions. In fact, Clara was trying her best to concentrate on the purple-gold array and flames that were dancing before her even while Dyon gave her pointers.

     "I would have succeeded already if you stopped groping me, you know." Clara said in frustration as the array collapsed again.

     Dyon smirked, lightly pinching Clara's pink nipples and resting his chin on her shoulder. "If this little bit distracts you, you aren't ready yet young disciple."

     Clara bit her lip, choking back her moan before playfully pinching Dyon's thigh.

     "Okay, okay. I'll really help you now." A focused expression appeared on Dyon's features. Although he liked to play around with his wives, this pill was about the life and death of a good man. He had left Zabia in that state for too long. Now that Clara had a 5th stage soul, it was enough to form the master level pill they needed, so he wouldn't be asking Amell or Nora for anything.

     Also, since his soul was melded with Clara's, and Clara's with Ri and Madeleine's, doing something like guiding in a technique was exceedingly easy.

     .

      Dyon leaned back, covering Clara's belly button with his large hand. At first, Clara thought he was taking advantage of her again, but then a wave of calmness overcame her and she suddenly felt like she was standing in Dyon's mind.

     Without even thinking about it, she closed her eyes, embracing the feeling. She was immediately overwhelmed by his speed of thought and maybe this was truly the first time she felt inferior to Dyon in terms of intelligence. However, this feeling made her almost inexplicably happy instead of the bitterness she had expected.

     Dyon inwardly smiled. 'As your cultivation increases, so will your own speed of thought. You'll catch up in no time. For now, I'll slow it down.'

     Clara nodded, resting her back against Dyon's chest.

     Previously, Dyon had been worried about communicating secretly with his wives. Because he didn't have access to his wind will or energy cultivation, that would usually be impossible. However, that was when Ri told him about how her parents communicate. It was a simple technique that was seemingly only possible between those with melded souls. Without even knowing it, Dyon remembered that he had done this with Little Black once before.

     He was content knowing that he could at the very least speak with Ri, Madeleine and Clara freely if he was within range of their soul strength. Which, at the moment, was about 10km for Clara, and closer to about 100km for Ri and Madeleine considering their souls had already breached the upper levels of the 6th stage.

     If the world knew about this, they would be in an uproar. But, it seemed Dyon's effect on the souls of his wives was better than any soul cultivation technique in existence.

     'This may be a master level pill, but it requires grafting about 50 common level plants together. The truth is that the theory behind this pill is maybe higher than grandmaster level, its just that the soul strength requirement is low. It seems like the asks for array alchemy experts was much higher in the past.'

     'It's not complex if you fuse your understanding of arrays and alchemy. But, when I spoke to Nora about it, she said that was very taboo and that I shouldn't do it.'

     Dyon nodded. Clara knew little of the martial world and had just spent her time diligently studying. Considering the materials Dyon gave her didn't separate the two, she understood that they were disciplines that weren't meant to be separated. Unfortunately, the martial world said different.

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      'In the future, if I'm not around, it's best that you pretend you don't understand how the two play off of each other,' Dyon explained the history of the chaos path to Clara and a bit about his speculations for why Guild Headquarters police such a thing.

     'Oh.' Clara seemed lost in thought. But, after a few moments, she focused on the task, flowing her progress along with Dyon's thoughts.

     Hours passed by before two black pills bathed in white flames appeared. One was for Zabia, and the other, for Dyon.

     The truth was that it was unlikely this pill would fix Dyon's problem entirely. The simple fact was that Zabia's soul was far weaker than his, so the requirements for healing it were also much lower. After all, Dyon's soul was a breath away from breaking into celestial realms. How could a mere lower master level soul birth a pill capable of healing him?

     However, this pill would be enough to stave off the effects of his soul eating away his body's energy by a bit.

     Dyon realized that at the moment, his stamina was woefully inadequate. After his thrashing of Trot, he felt a wave of fatigue hit him. He was able to push that feeling off by dual cultivating with his wives, but it was obvious that he couldn't eat and have sex 24/7, as much as he'd love to.

     So, his solution was to partially heal his soul before also stashing plenty of high energy and easy to eat spiritual fruits in his spatial ring. As for where he'd get those, he'd have to thank his 'father-in-law' for that.

     The best spiritual fruits available in this universe, as provided by Heaven's Wine, were celestial fruits. Dyon would have preferred enigmatic fruits, but that was asking for too much given the resources.

     Normally such foods would cause Dyon to implode. But, he realized that because of his soul, his body was in a special state of energy consumption wherein it could handle that mass of energy.

     It should be noted that celestial fruits and celestial energy were two very different concepts. The reason Dyon couldn't have a celestial digest his food for him is because celestial energy couldn't be processed by his body without causing severe and irreparable damage. But, remember that spiritual fruits are special because they occur in a natural state of already processed and gentle energy.

     Couple this with the fact that Dyon's soul was already a mere moment from breaking into the celestial level, and he was already sure that he could handle it.

     Of course, the reason he wasn't fed these fruits before was because he was too weak to digest them. So, everything came full circle.

     Clara breathed heavily, essentially collapsing in Dyon's arms. She had already been pushed to the brink making a single pill after so many failures, it was a miracle she was able to make a second.

     Luckily, although she couldn't siphon energy from Dyon's soul, she could from Ri and Madeleine.

     Dyon didn't hesitate to swallow the pill. Under his guidance, there was no need to speak of its purity of 100%. Such a thing was shocking for others who would likely be happy with 30 or 40%, but Dyon felt that array alchemy was like a secondary limb to him… As easy as breathing.

      .

     Also, Clara was a perfectionist. Technically, all of her "failures", were just less than 100% pure pills that she didn't bother to take to completion.

     An instant later, Dyon felt a warm white flame invading his meridians, teasing apart the seal they formed to lock away his soul and caressing it as gently as Clara had with her aurora flames. The method of communication was different, but the result was the same.

     Dyon could feel his soul again for the first time in a long time. Although he couldn't use it because it was sealed, he was happy to be able to sense it.

     By now, it was late into the night, and although they didn't necessarily need to sleep to replenish their energy, the four of them decided to anyway, sleeping with smiles on their faces.

     **

     The next morning, large amounts of food greeted Dyon the moment he woke up. It seemed a maid had delivered it under King Belmont's orders. But, when she saw the scene of Dyon sprawled out naked, somehow managing to fondle three pairs of breasts at once, she had run away with tears and a bashful red tint on her delicate features.

     Maybe seeing Ri, Clara and Madeleine naked wasn't so bad, but seeing the monstrosity between Dyon's legs was much too much for her innocent soul to handle. Dyon had only just managed to hand her a box sealed with Zabia's pill before she ran off.

     Luckily, King Belmont had foreseen something like this and sent a woman, or else Dyon would likely raze the whole palace to the ground.

     After a few laughs and a massive meal, Dyon finally decided that he should probably get a better understanding of what happened while he was unconscious.

     "The moment you fell asleep, there was a lot of confusion," Madeleine explained. "It took a lot before everyone calmed down enough to listen to our explanations. But, luckily Amell and Nora could attest to the strength of the Daiyu ancestor.

     "Some weren't convinced, mostly the citizens the Planet Nix were angry because their queen was forced to kneel, but Ulu was able to quiet that down fairly quickly.

     "At the time, we thought you were just tired so we laid you down to rest in the Belmont Palace. King Belmont refused to let us go anywhere else, and considering we didn't really have an official home, we accepted. This was the best place to avoid the annoyance of the Sapientia and my family."

     Dyon frowned, "Have they been bothering you?"

     Madeleine shook her head. "Not so much recently. But, in the beginning Connery continued to make a huge fuss about the Sapientia name and reputation. Speaking of which, there's actually an interesting bit of information about my former master."

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      Dyon looked over in interest. Madeleine's master was someone he very much didn't like, for obvious reasons, but for Madeleine to mention her, it much be something important.

     Even more surprisingly, it was Ri who continued the story.

     "Remember when we realized how fluster Uncle Acacia was?"

     Dyon's eyes widened. "No way."

     Ri's giggle turned into a fit of laughter that didn't stop for minutes. In the end, she was holding onto her stomach, clearly wheezing.

     "You should have seen them.

     "Evelyn came here with Connery in hopes that would soften Madeleine's position, but when they saw each other they went beet red.

     "Ask Clara or Madeleine if you think I'm lying, but uncle quite literally spit out his wine."

     Dyon chuckled. What a twist of fate.

     He had wondered why Uncle Acacia hadn't come out to defend Ri when Evelyn attacked her, but now he knew why. He simply didn't have the face to.

     Thinking about it, Uncle Acacia probably sighed a huge breath of relief when Dyon appeared. At least then he wouldn't have to do anything.

     From the beginning, Dyon had always wondered just why the Elves believed the story of Ri being his daughter so easily. It turned out that Uncle Acacia really had had a human girlfriend in the past.

     But, in true Evelyn fashion, she turned down all marriages for the sake of her research. Which was likely why she had been pushing for Madeleine to marry Lionel, to make up for her own mistakes. After all, marrying the Prince of the Elvin Kingdom would be quite a bump up in her current status.

     "Then what's going on between them now?" Dyon asked.

     "Still nothing. Despite his reaction, Uncle wasn't happy at all that she attacked us. Add that to the fact that Evelyn was a cold and secluded individual to begin with, and I doubt that relationship is going to go anywhere." Ri explained.

     "I see. That's a shame. I wanted Uncle Acacia to blow some steam."

     "Uncle Acacia is a very nice man, don't try and corrupt him," Clara said, nibbling away at what looking like a croissant. It seemed she had asked the Belmonts to make some human world food.

     Dyon laughed, but didn't respond, quietly listening to the rest of the happenings.

     "After we got settled into the castle, King Belmont was still very angry. In fact, I don't think he's gotten over it at all.

     "He wanted to destroy all of the rebelling sects and even declare war on the other planets, but that was when we told him about the threat of the Uidah. As much as we hate them now, if we can't use their man power to defend, we'd be in trouble.

     "So, King Belmont handed over the Niveus God Sect to Little Delia, who's grown up quite a lot from when last you saw her. Her and Eli are also a lot closer and seemingly less shy about their relationship.

     "Patia-Neva and his wife have been on an extended vacation, although they do pop in from time to time. So, Delia has been very happy, even though there seems to be something wrong with Eli's cultivation."

     .

      Dyon frowned. "There's something wrong?"

     Madeleine shook her head. "Maybe wrong is the wrong way to put it. He's just really… slow. It may just be that he doesn't have much talent."

     The room went silent. Although no one said it out loud, everyone understood just what this meant.

     There was a reason martial artists didn't often marry early despite often being promised and betrothed early. It was because of the drastic differences in age expectancy between different levels of cultivation. Even the difference between a single meridian in the dao formation realm was thousands of years.

     However, that didn't meant that there wasn't a problem at the lower levels as well.

     Based on Eli's place of birth, it wasn't surprising if a person never reached the meridian formation stage in their entire lives. If Eli was measured up against those people, he was progressing just fine. In fact, if people of the martial world could live for 500 years like foundation experts could, they would be delirious with joy.

     But… Delia was already in the essence gathering stage. Even if she never again improved, she would have 1 500 years of life without Eli at a minimum. This would only get worse when she became a saint.

     Of course, there were medicines capable of lengthening life of mortal and lower martial experts by even thousands of years. And Dyon, seeing Eli as a friend, wouldn't hesitate for a moment to spend whatever amount of transcendent stones was necessary. But… Even those things had a limit.

     With Delia's talent, there was no doubt that she'd become a dao formation expert, especially with the resources of the tower. Even with how over confident Dyon was about so many things, could he really find a plant or make a pill capable of extending life by hundreds of thousands of years?...

     Some might say that the two could simply dual cultivate. If Delia was powerful, wouldn't she be able to bring Eli along?

     The problem with that idea was the very same problem Dyon had before he received a capable Primordial Yang.

     If the male was weak, aside from the initial boost received in taking a strong woman's virginity, there would be little other benefits. Their dual cultivating would follow a law of diminishing returns until Eli completely stopped improving. Without a primordial yang capable of properly refining a powerful primordial yin, dual cultivating with a powerful woman was simply a fool's errand.

     However, Dyon didn't want to give up on his friend so easily.

     Dyon shook his head. "There's something special about Eli. I know it."

     At first, the girls thought Dyon was just saying this to remain in denial for a bit longer, but that was when Ri seemed to remember was Dyon did.

     "You mean?"

     Dyon nodded. "He can't possibly be normal."

     Eli had spent years as a pill slave of the Cavositas. And yet, he was booted away because he seemed to never react to the pills given him. He was even immune to poison! How could he be normal?

     The question was… Just what was he?

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      Dyon's wives were intrigued by this new information about Eli enough that they seemed lost in their own thoughts for a moment.

     Because of things like 'girl talk', it could be said that they probably knew as much about Eli and Delia's relationship as the two of them, themselves knew. So, they understand that it had already been more than a year since Delia had willingly given herself to Eli. And yet, his cultivation hadn't improved.

     For context, even if Eli knew no dual cultivation methods to improve efficiency, the mere fact that Delia had a god level constitution within the top three meant that he should, at a bare minimum, have broken into the meridian formation stage. If not, he should have at the very least become a peak foundation stage expert. And yet, he was still at the 1st foundation stage… It made no sense. This was the very same foundation stage he had been the day met Dyon!

     "There's definitely something weird about it. Delia hasn't brought this up to Eli, but it's clear that he's become apprehensive about their… relations. He can't keep up." Ri said solemnly.

     A dark expression colored Dyon's features. There was nothing more humiliating for a man than when his woman wanted more, and yet he had the inability to provide. He silently vowed to help his friend with this.

     "I'll find a way to help him. I'm sure my grand teacher knows something.

     "What else have I missed? What happened to the Ragnors and Cavositas?"

     "The Cavositas were shown mercy. Unfortunately, they're a major part of Earth's economy and completely uprooting them when they were clearly nothing but a puppet would be a massive mistake." Madeleine explained.

     Dyon nodded. This was true. Arena City, and the Chaos Arenas across the planet were massive sources of income. And, that didn't even mention the fact that in a post-war period, entertainment to calm the population was important. The contentment of the public was highly important to a stable rule.

     "The Ragnors, however, were almost all executed. With the exception of children, even the Ipsum and Saeclum clans died. The only remaining members that are of age are Thor and Vidar, but they are heavily guarded in the palace dungeon."

     Dyon frowned, "Were the Ipsum and Saeclum clans not victims as well?"

     A complex look appeared on Ri's features. The actions of those clans affected her the most, after all. So, she chose to explain.

     "No." Ri shook her head. "Those clans are tied by the same karmic strings as the Ragnor adults. In addition, they spread the red crystal will that poisoned you for so long. But, unlike you, those afflicted didn't have access to The Soul Tome, neither did they have your level of purity wills… So they stood no chance…

     "Hundreds of elves died…"

     Dyon's expression softened as he lightly grasped Ri's hand. He had spoken too rashly. With how few the elves were in number, and how difficult it was for them to reproduce, losing so many younger generation members was a huge blow.

     As their princess, how could Ri not care? Couple this with the emotional turmoil she had to deal with when it came to her mother's seemingly permanent beast form, and Dyon couldn't help but feel a deep seeded guilt for not being present.

     "We'll find a solution." Dyon said resolutely.

     Ri smiled, understanding what Dyon meant.

     "Speaking of, of age Ragnors, I forgot to include Tammy." Madeleine corrected herself. "I'm not entirely sure what she's up to, but from our talks with Ava, it doesn't seem like her relationship with Arios has progressed at all. But, it seems that's more so Arios' choice than hers."

     Dyon nodded. He knew that Arios had likely fostered some fondness for Tammy. If he hadn't, why would he allow her to "kill" him?

     However, how could an elder brother forgive such a slight against his little sister so easily? Dyon had no idea if their relationship would ever be repaired.

     Dyon sighed. "How's Alidor and his little sister?"

     Speaking of his 'rival', Dyon inadvertently smiled. Although that man caused him a whole host of trouble with the Uidah by impersonating him, considering Dyon's personality, he would have provoked them one way or another anyway.

      .

     Clara couldn't help but pout at this question, "Dealing with Keara, Lyla and Zaire at the same time is too much for any one human being. They're little devils."

     Dyon laughed, knowing well that Clara just wasn't good with dealing with children.

     "As for Alidor, he's just as arrogant as you, but he traded in his perversion for speaking in half sentences and expecting you to understand. I have to say that it's partially because of him that I figured out how to cure you.

     "You should thank him. If it wasn't for the fact I knew he wasn't a pervert, I would have agreed to his line of thinking."

     "Hey, hey. Don't make me attack you again."

     Clara's legs inadvertently clamped together. But, she immediately regretted it when a familiar soreness flared up again.

     Her actions caused a light laughter to fill the room that only increased with her adorably cold glare.

     "Wait," Dyon said through short breaths, "You guys said that Delia was given the Niveus God Sect. So, what happened to Evelyn?"

     "About that…" Madeleine sighed, "It was odd when we found out as well, but Evelyn followed Lionel, forcefully cutting ties with her little sister."

     "Left?" Dyon asked questioningly.

     Silence pervaded the room for a bit. It was clear that whatever the truth of this matter was, wasn't something they were willing to speak lightly of.

     "King Belmont…

     "After the war, he was furious. He wanted to directly execute Lionel before everyone, to show that no one was above the punishment.

     "But, under the pleading of his wife and Elwing, he instead crippled Lionel's meridians, washing his cultivation away." Clara said softly. She didn't have any love lost to Lionel, but the next part was so cruel that she couldn't watch when it happened. If she closed her eyes, she could still hear the screams of agony that continued for what seemed like an endless week.

     "Then… King Belmont forcibly ripped the Belmont phoenix bloodline from Lionel and banished him from their holy land."

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     648 Ally 2

      Dyon hardly reacted to the news. His eyes remained cold and indifferent. He had not a shred of sympathy for Lionel, nor could anyone ever make him feel that way. The only part of the story that was odd was Evelyn's choice, they didn't seem like a couple that came together for the sake of love. And even if there was some like between them, it was definitely not to the point where Evelyn would leave behind her sister. Something was definitely odd about that. But, he didn't know enough to make any conjectures.

     Deciding not to dwell on it, Dyon changed the topic.

     "Have you two explained to Clara the deal behind the Epistemic Tower?"

     "Mostly." Ri and Madeleine answered at once.

     "Although," Ri continued, "Because we knew you'd be angry about her participating in martial world matters, we held back more than we should."

     Dyon blinked away the pain, accepting the flick to his forehead. Judging by the fact he didn't have to fake it this time, it seemed his Ri really had gotten a lot stronger.

     Acknowledging his wrongs, Dyon decided to explain most of it right now.

     After a few minutes, Clara grasped the key concepts.

     "So, how far up the tower can we go without conquering any other universes? It is a domination quest, no?"

     Dyon nodded, "Yes. Other quadrants have a leg up because their key wielders are usually already part of Emperor God Clans, which is the minimum requirement for reaching the top floor, but we'll have to work from the bottom up.

      .

     "As for how far up we can go, I think we can reach the peak saint level floors without conquering anything.

     "To go to peak celestial floors we need to become a King God Clan.

     "To go to peak dao formation floors and beyond, we need to become and Emperor God Clan.

     "So, in reality, we have some time before we reached locked floors. In the mean time, the most suitable of my grand teacher's powers for you to learn is the Innate Aurora."

     Clara looked at Dyon in confusion, "Don't I already have that?"

     "Yes, which will make it easier, but, there are a few steps past where you're at now. The perfect innate aurora has an innate soul strength of the peak of the 4th stage, not the 2nd."

     Clara pouted, immediately realizing that when she gloated about having a peak 2nd stage innate soul, that Dyon was probably chuckling inside.

     Dyon smiled, lovingly hugging Clara who had somehow made it back to his lap. "Usually it would take ten years, at the fastest, to master one of his 5 main powers. But, considering you have such a leg up, it might only take one or two years. And, there's a great reward at the end of it as well. You'll be able to replace your meridians so that you can energy cultivate."

     "Oh, so that's how you fixed yours. But, why can we not use the energy kernel instead."

     A look of longing mixed with a complex expression surfaced on Dyon's features.

     "Probably because of heavenly tribulations." Madeleine guessed.

     "Really? What do you mean?" Clara looked eager to fill in her still lacking martial world knowledge.

     "After the saint realm, and with each subsequent realm after that, excluding the half step to transcendent realm, there's a tribulation. However, that tribulation is based on your energy cultivation talent. If you took in the talent of billions, you'd be asking to die."

     Although Clara understood, she still seemed confused by that answer. "Why isn't there punishment for soul or body cultivation talent?"

     "I'm not sure anyone knows the answer to that question." Ri said.

     "I might have a guess," Dyon interjected with a pensive expression, "It may be for the very same reason some are gifted with special body constitutions.

     "The universe seems to be pushing us toward following all three disciplines with equal balance."

     "If it's for equal balance, then why isn't there equal punishment?" Clara asked.

     "My best guess is that it's an incentive. Those with overwhelming energy talent would likely die early deaths despite being geniuses. However, if they took their time and slowed their cultivation to appreciate aspects of the martial way that they weren't just as good at, then they'd have a better chance at survival.

     "Imagine, for instance, if a person broke into the saint realm, but had a celestial level body. How easy would surviving that tribulation be? That person might not even need to move an inch."

     "Then that means body cultivating gives you a huge advantage, no? Considering soul talent is so difficult to translate into real strength? Then why don't more people body cultivate?"

     "Although body cultivating is easier than soul cultivating, it's still a very difficult practice and it's very painful as well. Not many are willing to do it.

     "Remember, body cultivating is literally altering your own blood line. It feels like drilling millions of holes into your bones and into the depths of your marrow in order to effect change." Dyon explained.

     The source of blood cells in the body came from the bones. That meant that if you wanted to change your bloodline permanently, it was about more than just absorbing the blood, you had to fundamentally change your bone marrow as well, or else that blood you absorbed would eventually be overrun by your regular blood, thereby diluting it.

     "Also," Madeleine giggled, "Not everyone is lucky enough to have the whole blood essence of one of the greatest body cultivators to ever live just handed to them."

     Dyon smiled at her teasing, but obviously didn't mind it too much.

     He spent the rest of the following weeks secluded from everything but his wives and little siblings. He even spent a bunch of time with Eli to appease the nagging Ava, Delia and Elvin girls who felt wronged that he had stolen three of their best friends from them.

     Soon, Dyon's reappearance into the world of campaigning was upon them.

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     649 Ally 3

      "Are you sure about this?" A nervous Eli looked out into the Belmont natural moat, unable to remove his eyes from the swirling portal in the distance. As much as he wanted to by Delia's side when he fought, he knew enough to know that he'd be nothing but a burden. That was why he spent months of his time refining the herbs he grew and concocting pills for her, so that he could support her from afar.

     Dyon patted his friend's shoulder. Surprisingly, despite having grown to 6'6, Eli seemed to have followed him in height again. In fact, Eli was three inches taller than him! That said, he was still the same scrawny boy, although his features had matured a bit.

     "Of course. You don't even have to step out, just stay in my spatial ring and I'll make sure to protect you."

     Eli felt a soft hand slide into his and couldn't help but feel reassured. Despite his nervousness, Dyon knew his friend well. Eli wasn't nervous because he was afraid to die, he just didn't want his death to make Delia sad.

     "Regardless of what that useless old man says about you, he'll accept you no matter what. He owes me." Dyon didn't explain his words any further, but anyone around him could feel that he was very much serious. Maybe only Dyon could speak like that about a transcendent being and make it feel natural.

     Suddenly, the sound of foot steps caught Dyon's attention. In fact, they made the very boat the were on sway more than the waves should have allowed.

     Dyon curiously looked behind him only to find a hulking 3-meter-tall dark-skinned man picking him up in a bear hug to end all bear hugs.

     Laughter sounded out all around as the good will spread, but to Dyon, his bones were creaking, and he could hardly breathe. He had a saint body, what the hell?

     "Zabia," Dyon groaned, "Let me go."

     Zabia's uproarious laughter made the bright morning even brighter as he set Dyon down.

     "From today onward, you are my brother." Zabia smiled wildly. It was clear to everyone by this point that he was nothing more than a gentle giant.

     Dyon smiled, reaching out his hand to clasp Zabia's. Why would he not want another ally this strong?

     While the other quadrants were scrambling and fighting amongst each other for placement in their towers, they would work together toward a single goal. Dyon wasn't so arrogant or naïve as to believe he could do it alone, only with strong allies would they reach the pinnacle of cultivation. And only then could they live in this shit world without worries.

     About an hour later, the rumbling of the gate indicated that the next campaign was about to begin in just a few minutes. But, that was when some unexpected guests arrived.

     A group of seven, led by Amell and Nora, lightly touched down on the boat to face Dyon and his friends.

     There was a complicated look on the couple's features, and they couldn't help but inadvertently glance between Dyon and Madeleine, but in the end, they could only sigh.

     When Dyon noticed the bandaged up Iaachus nursing swollen cheeks, he couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter.

     "How are you doing Iaachus? Do you need ointment for that?"

     Iaachus glared at Dyon, but when he noticed Amell turn back to him, he immediately pretended as though he had heard nothing.

     Amell sighed, "I know we've made mistakes, but I can only promise that if I had another choice, I would have never done what I did.

     "I only ask that you don't punish my disciples for my mistakes. Can you take them with you?"

     Dyon scanned the sorrowful Amell before looking back toward his five disciples. It seemed like, of them, Iaachus and Trot weren't willing to meet his gaze, but the other three had respect in their eyes.

     "The more, the merrier." Dyon said with a smile. Despite his domineering defeat of Trot, they were still talents, how could he pass them up so easily? They at the very least had heaven level bodies like Ava.

      .

     Amell and Nora sighed a breath of relief at these words. They were happy that Dyon wasn't a petty person, or else they wouldn't know what to do with their regret.

     With that out of the way, Amell and Nora seemed to become concerned about something else.

     "Are you sure that you can handle the Uidah King God Clan alone? They're no normal King God Clan. For all intents and purposes, they're practically an Emperor God Clan. If the Pakals and Ragnors weren't suppressing their growth in other directions, they would have already become an Emperor God Clan.

     "It's just that each universe acts as a base of power to any clan. So, the Uidah were a bit reluctant to add such a weak universe to its total.

     "However, they seem to have thrown away that idea. It's more than likely that they've comprehended the secret, at least in part, of the Epistemic Tower. It's best to be cautious."

     Dyon nodded at Nora's words. He could appreciate her concern, but there really would be no issues. In fact, Dyon had never been so sure of a victory in his life.

     "There's no need to worry. I can't promise that the Uidah's animosity will disappear after this campaign. In fact, it will increase hundreds of folds, I can guarantee that."

     The couple frowned at these words but could only continue to listen as they felt the blood of the youths around them boiling to the words of this young man. They had an unwavering confidence in him… The kind of confidence only borne to an Emperor by his subjects.

     "However, all they'll be able to do with that anger is hold it in, unable to vent.

     "After today, not only with the Uidah army of Earth Gate be destroyed, they won't dare to attack this universe from any gate so frivolously or arrogantly again!"

     The words Dyon spoke during his first campaign, he meant with every fiber of his being. This universe was his home and he wouldn't allow anyone or anything to encroach on it.

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     650 Pitiful 1

      A familiar sight greeted Dyon as he witnessed the massive world tree-like Earth Tower for the second time in his life.

     An uncontrollable grin spread across his lips, his blood pumping with vigour he hadn't felt in ages. The events that seemed like such a distance pass had stolen two years of his life from him, and although most of those who were responsible had paid, Dyon still felt like it wasn't enough. He wouldn't feel better until he could truly stretch out his wings.

     "Shouldn't we be rushing to the Epistemic Tower?" Zabia asked. He had little understanding of situation, but everyone did seem much too relaxed to him.

      .

     Technically speaking, if they managed to get to the tower first this time, wouldn't this all be over?

     Ri shook her head, "We tried this during the second campaign. But, it seemed they were willing to weather the danger of the gate's closure in order to make sure they had a leg up on us."

     Zabia nodded in acknowledgement. It wasn't exactly common knowledge that it was possible to survive in the gates while they were closed, but Zabia was a very straight forward kind of person. Since Ri said it, and she had no reason to lie to him, he would accept it.

     That said, it was common knowledge to Ri. After all, Alidor and his sister did this very thing in order to survive the destruction of their clan. Of course, that was mostly due to Alidor's intelligence and array alchemy specialty, but the Uidah weren't ones to care about casualties of their lesser clan members.

     All this to say, staying in the gates during their 'maintenance' periods was difficult, especially in large numbers, but not impossible.

     The group stepped off of the large boat to walk along the dock. Much like the last time Dyon campaigned, there were already hundreds of thousands, if not millions of youths here already. The number was likely even higher than in the past considering only Earth Tower was left under their control. However, Dyon hardly cared about that.

     "We can head to the Epistemic Tower directly. I can teleport us there in a few moments using the key." Dyon stated nonchalantly. He hadn't really explained to anyone just what his plan was, so no one understood just what the Epistemic Tower Key could do. So, when they heard his words, shock was clearly evident.

     Only Alidor, who was quiet as usual, didn't react. He had already assumed much of the possible functions of the key. After all, much like Dyon, he had figured out the special nature of the tower without anyone needing to tell him. The only thing he had been brooding over as of late was his disbelief that his soul strength still hadn't caught up to Dyon's.

     Alidor, although he hadn't told anyone, had already resigned himself to following Dyon, not because he liked playing second fiddle, but because anything was a secondary matter to him if it meant he would be able to destroy the Uidah. He was smart enough to understand that Dyon was his best chance at this, in addition to his best path toward a bright future.

     However, that didn't mean he wasn't depressed about the fact Dyon's seal on him was still going strong even after his two year coma.

     Alidor knew, much like Dyon did, that as long as his soul strength surpassed Dyon's, the seal would become ineffective. He also knew that his soul talent in through the universes was matched by only a handful of people. In fact, before Clara came into the mix, he would bet that only Dyon could compare to him in terms of age and talent.

     But, Dyon had clearly not cultivated in two years. And that was all on top of the fact his soul was damaged! So, how was it still stronger than his?!

     This feeling of frustration was unfamiliar territory for Alidor. He was currently stuck at the peak of the 6th stage, unwilling to be a mad man to soar into sainthood without a strong enough body.

     Maybe if he knew Dyon technically had 6 months training in a time locked space he'd feel better. But, not by much.

     Hearing Dyon's words, though, Ava was the very first to complain, even under the bitter smile of her elder brother. "Why couldn't you tell us these things before? You're always going off and doing your own thing. Tsk."

     Dyon laughed, "I would have, but I'm not a fan of authority. Plus, I was on vacation."

     "Psh," Ava was about to say more, but when she noticed the entourage of people approaching from the distance, she changed her next thought, "Speaking of authority."

     Dyon turned toward where Ava was referring to, and sure enough, a familiar figure with purple hair and a red and blue eye was approaching.

     Much like in previous campaigns, the Belmonts always took charge of Earth Tower. It was the last line of defense, so as the Royal God Clan, this made perfect sense.

     Unlike what one might think, Elwing, and not Lionel, had always been the head of this specific operation. This was because Lionel was often increasing his stock and rank. Staying here was mostly administrative work, which was exactly why Elwing never ranked despite being a prince.

     This may seem useless, but it allowed Elwing in ingratiate himself with the lesser known clans. Clans that weren't quite God Clans, but were on the cusp. After all, between the hierarchy of places like Focus Academy and the God Clans, there were many in between clans as well. For example, Madeleine's step mother was from one such clan. A Sapientia branch that was higher than her father's, but lower than the main branch.

     Meaning… If Elwing wanted to cause trouble, he could very well make use of these eager youths who were just waiting in the wing to replace the fallen God Clans of Earth. And considering the look in his eye, he may just do so.

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     651 Pitiful 2

      Dyon continued to walk forward with an interesting glint in his eye. He was amused because he realized the Elwing had no idea just how much power Dyon had over everything that happened in the gates of this universe.

     Usually, not being a part of a massive clan was a detriment to Dyon. But, in this case, it made him nearly invincible.

     The reason clans who acquired the key had to compromise was so that they weren't attacked by massive alliances. No matter how powerful an Emperor God Clan was, they couldn't very well fight off the attack of an entire quadrant of angry people by themselves. As such, they shared.

     However, this was only because those clans spanned across many universes, while the Epistemic Tower Key was only its most powerful in one universe.

     The powers of the Epistemic Tower key were simple.

     For one, there was free teleportation of between any gates in the entire quadrant. The limitation of this rule was that the teleportation was only truly free in this universe and conquered gates. Meaning Dyon could teleport to any given location in any of the five gates of this universe without issues. However, when teleporting to an unconquered gate, there would be no option but to be teleported to the very center of the gate.

     The second power was unilateral control over the threshold of cultivation for gates of this universe. This rule doesn't extend to other conquered gates because it is redundant. Obviously, if you've conquered the gate, you can control this already.

     The third power was pertaining to the tower itself. This included freely entering and exiting, deciding who could do so, as well as accessing special areas restricted to non-key wielders. These special areas were the main way in distinguishing those who were talented enough to conquer the tower themselves, and those who weren't. However, the truth of the matter was that even among those who have conquered the tower, surviving those areas was a rarity.

      .

     The fourth power was miscellaneous. But, within the gate that housed the Epistemic Tower, the key functioned as a master key to all towers. This may seem useless, but it was actually of interesting importance.

     For example, Lotus Tower. Before Dyon removed the death abyssal core, which was currently slowly reforming itself, that death qi hurt attackers while not harming those defending, almost like a defenders buff from a video game.

     Essentially, Dyon and his allies would have this advantage at every tower. Regardless of who owned it, only Dyon would benefit, while all others would suffer.

     So, why was Dyon lucky? Because he only had this one universe to worry about, while those massive clans had all of their territory to worry about.

     Dyon, and any key wielder, was essentially invincible in the universe that housed their Epistemic Tower. However, as they moved away from that location, that power would be tempered and weakened, causing them to be susceptible to be attacked.

     Basically, if the Uidah got the key, and were discovered, they could enter the Epistemic Tower before lowering the threshold to foundation stage experts only. In that case, how could a normal foundation stage expert survive the middle of a gate? Such a thing was impossible.

     However, what of their other territory? While they were holing up, their enemies would simply eat away at everything they had built.

     Some may say, so what? How could territory compare to becoming a transcendent? Simply stay in the tower until you become more powerful than anyone, right?

     But, that was a large reason why one of the most important rules of the Epistemic Tower was put in place.

     You could not climb the tower unless you had territory, and you couldn't climb to the top floor, unless you groomed an Emperor God Clan!

     Such rules left key wielders feeling frustrated, but also balanced out the power provided by the tower. This way, talents wouldn't fall through the cracks simply because they were younger, or a step too late.

     However, Dyon didn't need to worry about any of that now. He could climb to the top of the saint floors without owning even a bit of territory. He had a lot to gain and a lot of room to grow before he started on his true campaigns.

     This meant that Dyon was essentially untouchable.

     Now, whether Elwing wanted to find out first hand or not, would be up to him. The Uidah, however, wouldn't have much of a choice.

     Elwing eventually stopped 3 or so meters from Dyon. But, when he noticed that Dyon didn't have any intention of stopping himself, a deep seeded fury was threatening to boil over.

     Regardless of whether he understood that his brother was in the wrong, Elwing couldn't help but feel resentful toward Dyon. Lionel was his elder brother, after all.

     In fact, Elwing had been angry with his father for a long time for actually going through with it. But, in the end, he actually had love for his father, whereas Dyon used to be a nobody to him. So, while he had gotten past his hatred for his father, although King Belmont had yet to forgive his own self, he had not gotten rid of his anger entirely. Instead, it was mostly pointed toward Dyon.

     Under normal circumstances, Elwing couldn't do too much because he knew his dad would side with Dyon. But, the gates were a different story. There were only them here, and Elwing had much more people on his side.

     Finally, just as Dyon was about to brush past him, Elwing couldn't hold it in any longer and spoke.

     "It's best that you stay here. Don't forget who the rulers of this planet are." Tongue of red flames hovered outward, threatening to grip Dyon's throat.

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     652 Pitiful 3

      Outside of the gate in a completely different universe, a conspiracy was moving under the broad the daylight, not bothering to hide their sinister intentions at all.

     An army of elites with streaking golden hair, often with lines of black within, followed behind ten youths of unmatched aura. These were the sons and daughters of the Uidah King God Clan. Both the meridian formation and essence gathering ranks.

     There were many faces Dyon would recognize, but even more that he wouldn't.

     A shirtless woman that was beginning to bloom into true maturity followed in the second row of five, because second from the right.

     This was Silvyr Uidah, the second daughter of the meridian formation rankings and the leader of the army Dyon handed a demeaning loss to.

     To her left was another familiar face, clearly wielding what looked like a discolored hand.

     This was, of course, Kaeghan Uidah. The first son of the Uidah King God clan and a man that was forced to grow an artificial hand after losing his.

     In the front five row of sons and daughters, stood another two familiar figures, both of whom, ironically, had been fought against by Lionel Belmont – and both of whom lost.

     One was Mekhi Uidah, the fourth son of the essence gathering ranking. And the other was Lilith Uidah, a woman whose once delicate face held a scar that was still fading. It was clear that she diligently treated it every day to once again match her complexion, but it seemed the enemy that gifted her the scar was a tricky one to deal with, even with their status.

     Of course, the person who scarred such a beauty like this was Lionel Belmont. She was the wind will and blade specialist that Lionel defeated in hopes of obtaining Amethyst's legacy, only for him to lose out to Madeleine.

     However, despite all of the geniuses present, there was one man that stood out among the rest. Even within his row of five, he walked a half step ahead, and yet no one complained even a bit. This was the first son of the essence gathering ranking, Dravil Uidah.

     This was no normal young man. Even within the stringent competition between siblings, no one dared to challenge him. This wasn't only because of his genius, but also because of his special status: along with the first son of sainthood, only Dravil had a faith seed!

     When Alidor left a trail of clues to lure an important member of the Uidah to the Epistemic Tower, the one he had hoped would bite the bait was Dravil. This was because Alidor wanted to steal his faith seed for himself in order to grow more powerful for the future. This would be undetectable because they were technically of the same clan. In fact, Dravil's faith seed was actually from Alidor's Guatama family, originally.

     Unfortunately for Alidor, not only did he end up alerting the Uidah about the possible special nature of the tower, he had also lured the wrong person and lost out on the tower entirely.

     Aside from the main ten characters, there was one more person that was of important note. In fact, although to the Uidah, first son Dravil was the most important of all, if Dyon was there, Dravil would not have been the first person he noticed… It would have been Tau Aumen!

     Many questions would have resulted from this…

     How did Tau contact the Uidah even though the dao formation couple monitored the Aumens during campaign months? Even regardless of that, how did the Uidah know to contact the Aumens in the first place instead of some other clan? Or was it possible the Aumens were the ones to contact the Uidah? If that was the case, why would the Uidah have listened? Or more accurately… What did the Aumens know to make the Uidah listen?...

     However, those questions remained unanswered even as Tau silently followed behind the ten sons and daughters, completely forgetting his dignity as a supposed genius to lower his presence.

     In reality, Tau would have been weaker than Lionel two years ago, which mean he was about strong enough to be the fifth or fourth son of the Uidah – just about. However, he didn't dare to voice such an opinion in order to get better treatment.

     In front of a King God Clan… His measly Royal God Clan lineage meant nothing.

     **

     Back on the other side of the gate, Dyon had stopped walking, silently looking at the tongue of flames hovering in front of his face and threatening to sear off the top layer of his skin completely.

     Tense moments passed. It was as though time was completely frozen, but as each second ticked by, Elwing became more and more aware of a formless presence raging over him. He had just threatened the life of someone who was practically a legend now.

     "What did you say?" Dyon suddenly broke the silence. He didn't retaliate. He didn't lash out. He only asked for a simple reiteration of what he had just heard.

     Dyon's words seemed to have snapped the entourage that had followed Elwing out of their fear. Since they had chosen a side, they couldn't half ass it or else they would just offend everyone.

     A fiery young lady of a well-off sword clan spoke up. In fact, she had managed to place decently well onto the meridian formation rankings just two years prior.

     "A prince shouldn't have to repeat himself. The Belmonts are the rightful rulers of this planet and none of that has changed. In fact, they've solidified themselves after being the ones to fend off a joint attack of three planets! Show some respe –"

     BOOM!

     Barely anyone saw how it happened, especially not the mediocre so-called geniuses that followed Elwing who somehow thought that their massive number's advantage meant anything to Dyon. However, in one swift motion, Dyon's hand became like a claw, shooting up its position to slam into Elwing's face, completely crushing his nose.

     Moments later, the back of Elwing's head slammed into the ground, grinding even further downward as Dyon clamped down on his face, only leaving the space between his fingers so that Elwing could look him directly in the eye.

     The boldness of Elwing's entourage complete dissipated. Looks of horror surfaced on their features as they involuntarily inched backward. This Dyon person had done this to a prince! What would he do if his gaze landed on them?!

     .

      "No one rules me." Dyon said, almost tearing Elwing's soul out with his glare. "Least of all your pitiful Belmont Clan."

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      Dyon's eyes were vicious. There was an edge to him that hadn't been there just two years, and maybe back then he would have talked down to Elwing until he understood just how stupid his words were, but the Dyon of now didn't have that kind of patience.

     Years ago, even from the very first moment Dyon stepped into the Elvin Kingdom for the first time, he had been aware that his inherited bloodline, from the Demon Sage, had been having an effect on him. However, in all this time, he had still not managed to find a suitable balancing blood essence. After all, how could it be easy to find a body cultivator as strong as the Demon Sage? And even if you could, how could they be willing to hand it over to Dyon so easily?

     This had even spilt over into his sex life with his wives. Even with Ri and Madeleine's eagerness in the beginning, it was simply impossible for them to keep up with his lust – a lust that had grown exponentially after Dyon stepped into bodily sainthood. Of course, Dyon had a kind of self-control most couldn't match, so he had never once thought about going overboard with those he cared for, but what his current nature wouldn't tolerate was bullshit from those he didn't have a good impression of to begin with.

     "Keep your irrational anger to yourself." Dyon's words were like daggers piercing into Elwing's heart. It was clear from this one line that Dyon understood exactly what Elwing's gripe with him was. "Be happy that I wasn't awake when your brother's punishment was being decided, or else I would have directly killed him regardless of what was said."

     The flames of anger wanted to spark in Elwing's eyes, but he simply didn't have the courage to let it happen with Dyon staring directly at him like this. He couldn't even speak because Dyon's large hand was clamped over his face.

     Dyon lifted his hand and stood up, leaving Elwing's head in a small crater formed on the ground.

      .

     "If you'd like to witness how I save your kingdom, oh great prince, do follow. But, don't try and stop me again because even a trillion of your little supporters mean nothing to me." Dyon's eye swept over the entourage that followed Elwing, but in the end, they had nothing to say.

     Elwing remained silent even as Dyon walked away.

     As for those who were on Dyon's side, they had mixed feelings about what they had just witnessed. Those like Zabia and Alidor could hardly care. This was the martial world and Dyon was meant to be their leader. Tolerating disrespect would only cause those under him to question his viability as a leader.

     However, those who had feelings for Dyon beyond just sheer respect, felt troubled by his actions.

     Dyon's balance had been tipped unfavourably. With his soul and energy cultivation sealed, his body cultivation would be ruling his body for at least the next few decades. Who knew if his behaviour would get worse?

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     Later that day, Elwing had managed to gather himself and begin to act sensibly.

     His reason for stopping Dyon earlier that day wasn't for an entirely selfish purpose. Dyon hadn't told anyone what his plan was, he only made large and seemingly impossible promises to keep. So, Elwing was rightfully worried. However, he would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that he hadn't stepped up to Dyon with malicious intentions.

     But, Dyon had ironically knocked some sense into him. At the end of the day, it was Lionel that had put their entire family in danger and was also nearly the reason why their father, who Elwing obviously loved, almost died.

     Elwing worshipped his elder brother, and his hate for Dyon hadn't disappeared. But, he also understood that there was nothing he could do in this situation. Dyon was simply too powerful, and those who followed him? Even more so.

     Understanding this, Elwing could only give up.

     Knowing that this would likely be a decisive campaign, and that asking Dyon for details was likely no longer an option, Elwing could only leave administrative duties to the Sapientia that were usually by his side before rounding up some of the better remaining talents to follow Dyon and his followers. He didn't know if he could help, but he couldn't sit by and do nothing when it was his kingdom on the line.

     It was suffice to say that Elwing was very frustrated with his father. After Dyon left those words behind at the banquet, King Belmont had treated this matter as though it was done with. He didn't call any more meetings, he didn't discuss it with anyone, in fact, he entered secluded meditation and closed himself off from the world entirely. It was clear that the ripple effects of the battle were still very strong.

     Dyon noticed Elwing's army following them, but, he said nothing. Why should he bother? He didn't plan on coming back to his universe for a long while after this, so someone needed to go back and inform them of what happened.

     As a last remaining courtesy, Dyon decided to use a few dao stones to extend the forcefield of the Demon Sage Tower to protect the troops following them below. It would only slow them down if they had to stop and constantly fight against the drastic changes in the gates. One couldn't forget just how dangerous traveling to the center of a gate was.

     So, just like that, an army of a few hundred thousand followed a large and slowly flying black and red tower, heading toward a decisive battle for the fate of their universe.

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     654 Chance 2

      Dyon sat quietly on a large cushioned throne, his legs crossed and his eyes closed in meditation. He knew more than anyone else that he had lost his temper, but it wasn't something he could control, not yet. Although he was no longer affected by his black flames, on the other side of the coin, he was also no longer affected by his white flames.

     For some reason, he found it easy to interact with his wives. He didn't lose his temper when Ri or Clara teased him, nor did he feel frustrated when they were too worn out to match his stamina. Although his body protested, his mind and heart would never allow such a thing. However, it was also likely because of this that Clara, Ri and Madeleine were unaware of how bad the situation had gotten.

     Dyon suddenly snapped awake from his thoughts as he felt a soft and delicate body slip into his lap. When he opened his eyes, he smiled realizing that it was Ri.

     He felt an injection of cool ice will, following the purity path, seeping into his skin, filling him with a calming feeling.

     "I've neglected you." Dyon wrapped his arm around Ri's waist, resting his other on her legs as she sat across his legs to rest her forehead on his cheek.

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      Ri raised up her arm and flicked Dyon's forehead, "I came here for you, not me. You haven't neglected me at all."

     Dyon shook his head. "It's been weeks and we've only mentioned your mother a sparing amount. How could this be considered my doing my duty as your husband?"

     Ri trembled slightly before burying her head into Dyon's neck. "It's been two years, I've gotten used to it. There's no need to dwell."

     "I'm sure my grand teacher knows something." Dyon said reassuringly. "No matter how difficult it is, we'll find a solution. I promise."

     Ri smiled lightly. Dyon's words obvious instilled a sense of confidence in her no one else could. How many times had she heard these exact words from others while he was gone? And yet this was the first time that they truly got to her.

     "Stupid husband, I already said that I came here for you, and look at you changing the subject." Ri pouted.

     Dyon laughed lightly, "It's no more than I deal with usually."

     "Deal with?"

     "The Demon Sage's blood has many pros, but also has its cons. Unfortunately, those cons are harder to control without full use of my soul."

     Ri frowned. Dyon had never really mentioned this to her before, not in any real tangible way, anyway.

     "How does it effect you?" Ri asked.

     Dyon thought for a moment, trying to understand how best to explain it, when he suddenly thought of an idea.

     The throne room was empty, except for him and Ri, likely because everyone was enjoying the food courtesy of Amell's pain. So, Dyon decided to call up Clara and Madeleine. Since they were so close, it only took his intent for them to know he wanted them here.

     A few moment later they walked in with confused expressions. It wasn't often Dyon did something like this. In fact, it was never. They immediately decided that it was likely something important.

     Dyon smiled, understanding their confusion. "I just thought I should show you guys something."

     Originally, Dyon thought that because of their soul connection, his wives would understand exactly how his body was feeling. But, it seemed that it had limitations.

     Because Dyon was always dampening the feelings his blood essence gave him with his soul, it didn't exactly translate to how he was feeling. It was quite an oddity of the martial world. However, when you thought about it, it made sense. After all, if a soul connection meant seeing through every and anything, Little Black would feel quite uncomfortable every time Dyon had some quality time with Ri, Clara and Madeleine.

     That aside, Dyon didn't keep them waiting. He diligently explained his problems and that he knew how to fix it, it was only that it was clearly affecting him either way.

     Dyon's women were intelligent, so they also understood that something that could counter balance the Demon Sage's blood was at the very least as valuable as the blood itself. That meant it would be something very difficult to earn, even in the tower. However, they were happy Dyon told them about this.

     "Pft, sounds like you just want an excuse to go out and do perverted things." Ri voiced Clara's opinions before Clara even got a chance, causing them to look at each other and nod like they had just achieved something great.

     Madeleine giggled as usual, but even she felt like Dyon embellished the story a little bit. Really? Uncontrollable lust? Sounded like exactly what a pervert would say.

     Dyon looked at his three wives with a raised eyebrow before an evil expression surfaced on his features, causing them to shiver and involuntarily take a step backwards.

     "No no no, no running away now. I called you all here for a reason. How about we test your hypothesis?"

     "What do you mean?" They asked.

     Dyon didn't respond. Instead, a curved blade jetted out from the Dragon King's band on his wrist, effectively cutting a shallow gash in his finger. If he didn't use this weapon, who knows how hard it would be to cut through his skin.

     "Come, come. Don't be shy." Dyon's evil grin spread.

     The three beauties stared at Dyon's finger, suddenly understanding his meaning.

     "What's this? You guys were so sure before? Don't tell me you're afraid of becoming perverts too?" Dyon took a step forward, grinning wildly.

     Eventually, Clara stepped forward with a defiant look in her eye. She clearly didn't believe that Dyon's bloodline could be so overwhelming, so she grabbed his finger and sucked.

     At first, she wanted to quickly move in, then pull out and gloat. But, the moment the blood hit her tongue, she felt a wave of heat overwhelm her body, charging through her throat, down her chest, and resting at her loins.

     Suddenly, a single suck turned to two… Then three…

     Dyon smirked, watching Clara's delicate caramel skin taint into a furious blush as she breathed heavily.

     Without a second thought, Clara's eyes burned with lust as she looked up to Dyon. Her sucking had gone from purposeful, to completely lewd.

     Ri and Madeleine watched this scene with astonished looks on their faces. But, when they noticed Dyon pricked his other finger and looked toward them, their curiosity got the best of them.

     The next few days were a blur, but it was safe to say that three more people earned the title of pervert.

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     655 Chance 3

      A couple weeks later, the massive Earth force had moved its way near the center of the gates and were now standing outside of the massive forest that surrounded that circular abyss that held the Epistemic Tower. By now, there was no question that the Uidah were aware of their arrival. It was just that they couldn't be bothered to care. After two successful defenses, even knowing how powerful characters like Ri and Madeleine were, they hardly worried at all. However, what they didn't know was that there was a new wild card at play.

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     Dyon stood at the window of the Demon Sage Tower, looking at the forest below.

     The last time he had campaigned, he had taken it so seriously to the point where he even wore his white leather battle changpao. But now? He saw it all almost as though it was a leisurely vacation. In fact, this coming battle wasn't even the foremost thing on his mind. Instead, he was thinking about how he'd confront his grand teacher about his sins.

     Dyon was snapped out of his thoughts by faint groaning going on behind him.

     He turned with a grin on his face, only to see three naked bodies entangled with one another, apparently devoid of strength.

     "Stop laughing," Ri said faintly.

     "Why would I ever laugh at my lovely wives? You asked and I obliged, nothing more." Despite his words, the smirk on Dyon's lips firmly read 'I told you so'.

     His stamina was more than enough to go for days. However, when the three of them woke up from their lustful states, their bodies were very much regretting it.

     "Couldn't you have showed some restraint?" Clara chided, but immediately regretted her choice in words.

     "I tried to resist, in fact I said no multiple times. But, you ravenous beasts defiled my innocence. What could I do?"

     At these words, even Madeleine groaned, turning over and covering the three of them in blankets.

     "Aww, you guys are gonna miss the show."

     "Whatever!"

     Dyon laughed as he dodged three pillows that flew toward him at breakneck speeds.

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     "It seems like they're finally here." First son Dravil Uidah looked off into the distance from the deep crater that held the Epistemic Tower. Although, from their angle, it was impossible to see the Earth army's position, his senses were sharp.

     A robust young man stood behind Dravil, nearly salivating. This was the second son of the essence gathering Uidah, known as Fri Uidah.

     "Those beauties. They'll be back, right?" Fri shifting the rod in his pants, trying to remain composed as he thought back to flashed of Ri, Madeleine, Clara and Delia. He could hardly contain himself. "We gotta capture them this time. All I got to do was cross blades with them, but I need to touch them this time. Why can't our kingdom have such beauties!"

     Fourth son snorted, "You spent all your time holed up training just so you could do something so demeaning. Your motivations are pathetic. But, I hope you understand first come, first served. You better not try to take any of the ones I capture first."

     Second son stared daggers at fourth son. However, unlike the meridian formation rankings, aside from Dravil, the essence gathering rankings were much closer in power. So, the power disparity between fourth and second son wasn't so wide that second son could just ignore fourth son's wishes. The truth was that while Tau thought he could fight fourth or fifth son. In reality, he would lose to each and every one of them.

     Seeing the odd atmosphere, Tau decided to interject.

     "Young master Uidah, it is very much likely that they will be more dangerous this time around." Tau Aumen spoke respectfully, making sure to only speak of how powerful Earth was, as opposed to saying the Uidah couldn't handle it.

     "Why was this again?" It wasn't that Dravil didn't remember, it was more so that he found it nonsensical. The only reason he even considered listening was because the Aumen's had sent their crown prince. No matter how arrogant he was, he wasn't stupid. For a clan to be willing to risk the life of such an important piece to their future, they wouldn't do so just to lie.

     "It is because of an innate aurora user by the name of Dyon Sacharro." Tau responded.

     "And why should I take seriously that one person against ten of us." Dravil had asked all of these questions before, but this just proved how prudent of a man he was. In the Uidah clan, where everyone was basically chasing after his position, he had learned to be cautious. After all, the clan only protected him because of his faith seed, however, they wouldn't stop someone more capable from stealing it from him. Such was the way of the Uidah.

     "This is no normal person. He has been in a coma for the past two years, but once we Aumens received word of his awakening, we knew we had to contact you no matter what. In fact, it is because of his awakening that the security around out clan loosened. That is how much confidence he instills within the people of Earth." Tau's words felt like poison in his mouth, but they were without a doubt the truth.

     Dravil raised an eyebrow. This was the first time Tau had mentioned this. But, this point brought up an interesting line of questioning. However, before he could ask, a sudden realization hit Silvyr and Kaeghan at once.

     "It's him!" The spoke in unison.

     Dravil looked over in curiosity, but what he found was an interesting view of Kaeghan shaking in anger while holding his artificial hand, and a Silvyr whose eyes were clearly flickering with dense lust causing ripples to wave across her ample and exposed chest.

     He immediately understood that this Dyon was the one who killed fifth son, and also the one to take Kaeghan's real hand. It also seemed that he was the one who handed Silvyr that devastating loss that lost her, her seat as second daughter. In fact, she had only just now earned it back.

     "Responding to Young master," Tau continued respectfully, "Two years ago, he was wanted dead by an alliance of celestials. In the end, he was kidnapped by two of them. I'm not sure of the details, but considering that he is now alive, the only explanation is that he survived this ordeal. In addition, our Aumen family hasn't had contact with those celestials since… Which means…"

     Dravil furrowed his brows. "Impossible."

     No matter how cautious of a man he was, who would believe such a ridiculous story? According to Tau, Dyon had to have been a peak meridian formation expert two years ago. What kind of nonsense would have such a weak ant escaping, or, even worse, killing two celestials? There had to be another explanation.

     However, before Tau could explain further, a booming voice stretched out over the abyss as a Demonic tower cleared the cliff's edge and came into view of everyone below, followed by hundreds of thousands of warriors.

     "I'll give the Uidah one chance," Dyon had appeared in the air, his pair of wings lightly flapping, and yet somehow sending winds that cut through the air careening through space. "Piss off. Or die."

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     656 Dare 1

      When the Uidah heard Dyon's words, they felt like cleaning out their ears to make sure they heard properly.

     They were an army of millions. Although they weren't very organized currently, having set up thousands of camps around the Epistemic Tower, Dyon's situation seemed even worse than theirs. In fact, much of the reason why they weren't ready for battle right now was because of the geography around the tower.

     Although Dyon's voice seemed close, that was merely because of his cultivation. He had a saint body, of course he could project his voice even hundreds of kilometers if he really tried. However, in terms of how close he truly was, he was still about a hundred kilometers away.

     In terms of mortal realm thinking, the crater the tower was within was nothing but a death trap. They had low ground, while their enemies had high ground. But, this wasn't truly the case.

     For one, the supposed crater was almost 200km in diameter, that meant Dyon's supposed high ground advantage meant next to nothing unless he could send attacks from a hundred kilometers away. This would be foolhardy.

     That meant that the only option was to enter the abyss itself. This was why Elwing's army consisted solely of essence gatherers who had the ability to fly down themselves. However, when they made it down, they'd lose any semblance of an advantage they had. They'd have to meet head on with an army that was not only stronger, but also larger in number. And that was not to mention by the time Dyon's allies made it down, the 'unorganized' Uidah would have long since prepared.

     At their fastest speed, it would only take a few minutes to reach the Uidah. But, weren't the Uidah also cultivators? And didn't that mean that they could use their speed to prepare themselves?

     All of this added up to Dyon's words sounding like a complete joke. Instead of seeing a domineering young man flying in the skies, they saw a clown.

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      However, even as the Uidah wanted to begin laughing, Dravil's voice sounded out.

     "I would very much like to meet the famous Dyon Sacharro. I wonder if you would allow me the courtesy?"

     Dyon smiled, seemingly pleased to be dealing with someone with intelligence for once. He had chosen his words to be as provocative as possible on purpose, it was the easiest way to save time, but it also would cause anyone with even a bit of caution to have reason to pause.

     The truth was that as much as Dyon would love to wipe out the entirety of the Uidah, he was also aware that pushing a monster too far was detrimental. He wasn't worried about himself, but there were many people he could be said to have some relationship with left in this universe. He couldn't just leave the elves and Jafari to deal with his mess.

     Some might say to leave the matter to Amell and Nora, but Dyon was very clear on the fact that they were just two people, and from his analysis of the situation, they were hiding from something, which is the only reason he wasn't even more harsh with them. This meant that the two of them were heavily limited.

     That aside, even if they weren't limited, how could a King God Clan be lacking in dao formation experts? If they had enough reason to believe that their universe was special, which it was, then they wouldn't have any issues sending out their dao formation elders.

     If you could only travel between universes with the gates, everything would be fine. But, unfortunately, that wasn't the case. If the Uidah were willing to pay the price, they could send a small elite team to decimate their universe.

     Hearing Dravil's words, Elwing couldn't believe it. But, he didn't have time to think because in the next instant, Dyon began moving downward with his tower following directly behind him. The forcefield around them that had once protected them from the wilds of the gate, turned into a transporter, carrying the entire army down and landing before the Uidah camps.

     Once the tower touched down, Dyon stood and waited as a few of his own people decided to follow him. Although those like Eli, Delia and Ava decided to stay behind, his wives, Zabia, Alidor and Arios did follow him. Seeing that Dravil was being followed by the nine of sons and daughters, they were unwilling to let Dyon go in on this alone.

     Dyon was actually surprised that Alidor decided to follow, but he said nothing about it.

     A group of people that seemed like servants worked as fast as they could between the two groups, setting up elegant tables and chairs.

     A moment later, the respectfully bowed out, leaving the center of the two camps open for the two parties to sit.

     Dravil and Dyon sat at the center of side of the table.

     Although Dyon treated his wives equally, for formal settings like this Madeleine was given her rightful place as his first wife. She sat as the only woman to Dyon's right, making her status clear. Ri and Clara sat to Dyon's left, while Arios, as a demon general, took Dyon's right hand after Madeleine, while Zabia and the rest extended toward that direction as well.

     As for Dravil's side, odd numbered sons and daughters sat to his left, with even numbers to his right, perfectly arranged by standing. This, much to Ri and Clara's disgust, left both second and fourth son sitting across from them.

     Just like that, an odd meeting of geniuses began.

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     657 Dare 2

      Dravil sat quietly, observing the man he had heard so much about over the last few weeks. Quite frankly, he wasn't sure how to feel. Dyon seemed to be the worst kind of enemy to have. He had easily gone from domineering hot-head, to the cool-headed smiling man in front of him even to the point of being willing to have this meeting.

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      There were a few possibilities that Dravil thought for this, but he couldn't be sure. Was Dyon cautious? Was he planning something? Or was he bluffing?

     However, what Dravil wouldn't do is underestimate the man in front of him. There were very few who could be in his presence and hold his eye contact unperturbed for so long, and that number was even fewer when it was held to those his age. In fact, even with Dyon's nonchalant appearance, it was Dravil, himself, who felt a faint pressure he couldn't explain.

     "We could sit here and stare into each other's eyes," Dyon said, breaking the silence and tension, "Or, we could discuss why you wanted this meeting."

     Dyon's nonchalant words to their first son seemed to anger the Uidah camp. With their cultivations, they were privy to this conversation. Apparently, Dravil didn't care about hiding much.

     The sons and daughters, however, had no reaction.

     "Do you know something about this tower?" Dravil asked after a few moment's pause.

     Dyon smirked, looking off into the distance at the smooth black pillar that seemed to rise up into the sky to an unfathomable height.

     "Ah. So, you all have been camping out here for this old thing? Why's that? Aren't you meant to conquer it last? Then again, considering you've already stormed through so many of our towers, maybe you were just making a pre-emptive move.

     "Ai, it pains me to see my small universe about to be conquered."

     Madeleine, noticing a familiar smile, did her best to withhold her giggle, maintaining her noble aura.

     "Indeed," Dravil responded with a sigh, "Usually we would conquer it last. But you see, a former fifth son of ours brought up an interesting point."

     Dyon's features showed no fluctuations, but how could he not know that Dravil brought up fifth son on purpose?

     "Oh? And what was that?"

     "It seemed like a small point, even meaningless, at first. But, the more I thought about it, the more intriguing it became.

     "Did you know that despite all of the gates the Uidah have been in contact with, this is the only one with an odd number of towers? In fact, it was the most dangerous tower environment we had ever seen, until, for some reason, the fields of spatial tears disappeared a few years ago."

     Dyon nodded, "I did indeed notice that. How odd, right?"

     "Mm. Indeed.

     "This same fifth son also tells me you were quite interested in this tower before that changed as well."

     "Me? Impossible. Believe it or not, this is only my second time stepping into the gates. How could I have done such a thing on my first go at it despite all those who came before me?"

     Dravil's eyes narrowed at these words. Dyon's words were complete bullshit, but at least part of them was true. His last campaign really would have been his first!

     "Ai, it must be the fact I defeated your second daughter by fluke accident. You've raised your appraisal of me much too high."

     Not many missed Dyon's point about defeat Silvyr. In fact, the uproar that spread through the Uidah camp palpably increased the hostility between the two parties. Even Silvyr's lustful gaze darkened. It was clear that Dyon was treating all of this like a joke.

     A snort tore through the atmosphere, "Imagine bragging about defeating a woman, and such a weak one at that in the presence of first son. Go and find your balls before you decide to speak in front of us again." Second son's words ripped any semblance of diplomacy in its entirety.

     Dyon playfully frowned, "Ah, that hurts. Since we're negotiating in the spirit of peace though, how about I just let you off with a few lost fingers after this is all over? Your clan won't be too mad at that, will they?"

     "What did you say?!"

     Dyon shook his head, "You're right. An entire hand is likely more suffice. That way you can match with your other brother."

     Dyon's words caused Kaeghan to tremble violently with anger. He was almost unable to stop himself from leaping to the other side of table.

     "Why are you getting angry at a clown?" Fourth son looked between second son and Dyon with disdain, "They're meant to be funny, not angering."

     Dyon didn't bother with fourth son's words, he only continued to watch Dravil.

     "What exactly is stopping me from catching you or someone you care about now to find out the truth? Why exactly are you so confident?" Dravil felt that this Dyon was unpredictable. Maybe if he asked straightforwardly, he'd actually get a real answer.

     Dyon put on his best thinking impression, "Well, for one, none of you here are a match for me. So, such a thing is impossible.

     "Secondly, you defeated my wives a year ago, and I have a feeling that it was just barely. With their rate of improvement, I highly doubt that even if I wasn't here, that you'd be able to stop them anymore.

     "Thirdly, if I really wanted to, I could make sure none of you laid a hand on any one of me or my allies.

     "It's that simple really."

     Second and fourth son's eyes widened when they heard Dyon refer to his wives. A faint and irrational anger stoked in their eyes, threatening to boil over. But, what really set them off was Dyon's shameless comments about his own strength. How could they tolerate such a thing?

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     658 Dare 3

      Regardless of how his allies felt, this was the first straight forward answer Dravil felt he had received. It seemed like Dyon really believed the words he just said. But, the question was whether or not it was the truth, or delusion.

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      "Is this the man you decide to follow?" Second son stopped bothering with Dyon, instead turning his attention toward Madeleine, who he had seemingly decided he liked the best. "With your weak universe, you were likely forced into a marriage because he had a little bit of talent. Why don't I kill him for you and allow you a chance to choose a real man?"

     "Since you've made your choice, don't fight me over the other two. You can have her, but I want them." Fourth son interjected.

     Dravil said nothing. He wasn't very satisfied with this situation, but he also was willing to directly offend Dyon. If someone had to do it, it was best his subordinates did rather than him. At least that way, if it got out of hand, he could apologize.

     Immediately upon hearing these words, Ri, Clara and Madeleine didn't react how many thought they would. Instead, their heads immediately and inexplicably snapped toward Dyon as though they were worried about something.

     The only reason Dyon was having this meeting was for the sake of peace, but if he lost control of his temper, something that was apparently very much possible now, it would all be for nothing. They had all witnessed first hand the kind of effect Dyon's bloodline had, even they couldn't resist it. Of course, a large part of that was because Dyon's body was much stronger than theirs and therefore had blood more potent than they could handle, but strength of body had little to do with mental fortitude. In the end, Dyon simply had more resilience than they did.

     However, regardless of their worries, regardless of his bloodline, regardless of his state of mind, there was one thing Dyon would never tolerate.

     "I see." Dyon's voice sounded as though it came directly from a cold abyssal hell.

     Second and fourth son froze, unable to understand where this pressure was coming from. It felt as though they had all been dunked into an endless darkness, continuously falling down an endless pit, never to hit the ground.

     Dravil's eyes widened. He immediately understood that he had miscalculated. He was too naïve!

     He thought that since Dyon was continuously making jabs and pointing fun at them, it would take at least a few rounds of second and forth son's insults before he snapped, but he had misunderstood something!

     Dyon wasn't poking fun at them to stall or in some sort of fake bravado, he was doing so because he could. He didn't care about diplomacy, nor was he trying to veil his intentions. Dravil had completely misjudged the situation!

     "Esteemed guest, I would like to apolo –" Dravil immediately began to apologize, hoping that it would salvage the situation. It was safe to say that where he was curious about what Dyon's methods were before, those methods were currently the very last things he wanted to see. He still had confidence in protecting himself… But what about everyone else?!

     However, he never got the chance.

     Dyon's body became a blur, shifting forward with speeds only a saint could reach.

     Many wouldn't understand just how Dyon retained so much battle power with so much of his abilities sealed. But, the explanation was simple.

     No matter how many times one boosts themselves from the peak of a realm, attempting to reach another, it is neigh impossible to replicate. For example, in order for Dyon to truly replicate a sainthood body from the peak of the essence gathering level, he had to use act 2 of Demon Emperor's Will! That meant, even while being so close to sainthood, he needed a times sixteen strength multiplier to be considered as having the equivalent strength to a saint.

     This may seem confusing, but this was simply the difference in quality of realm. At lower multipliers, Dyon was simply a pseudo saint… An essence gatherer that had ascended above other essence gatherers, but wasn't quite able to match up to a saint.

     So, what did that mean now? Dyon had officially stepped into sainthood! This meant that his body wasn't just marginally stronger than before, it was more than sixteen times stronger than it had been in the world tournament!

     This meant that even with his death will gone, even with his soul sealed, even with his energy cultivation hidden away – completely inaccessible – Dyon was already stronger than he had been with he fought Zabia!

     If one had to break it down, each will usage had its own multiplier, but it was also more complex than this. For example, a 5th level wind will might make you twice as fast as you usually were, but have little effect on your strength. A powerful sword will would increase your piercing power, but not necessarily your speed of attack. Essentially, Dyon's previous strongest state, his death will state, only increased his attack potency, but nothing else.

     A first level death intent was easily a times twenty multiplier to attack potency. Such was the power of a supreme law! Especially one so fiercely attack tailored. So, the question was, why was Dyon more powerful with just a sixteen times multiplier? The answer was simple…

     Death intent only increased attack strength… But, a multiplier for the body directly increased everything!

     Dyon's speed, processing ability, defense, attack speed, attack potency, everything! Was multiplied by sixteen. Not just one aspect!

     There was no doubt! Dyon was already stronger than when he beat Zabia! That was a state where everyone believed he was undisputed winner of the World Tournament… A state that would have left Lionel and Tau Aumen completely helpless. So, what did that mean? Lionel was capable of defeating third daughter with relative ease, and yet Dyon was already then much stronger than him, and even more so now.

     With how close in power the sons and daughters of the essence gathering level were… How could a mere second and fourth son stand up to Dyon now?

     The two of them didn't even understand how it happened, but in less than a moment, their necks were being clamped. No one had been able to stop Dyon from leaping over the table…

     Dyon was now mere inches from first son, clamping down on two of his brothers while crouching on the table.

     "Say it again." Dyon's eyes flickered with potent killing intent. "I dare you."

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     659 Cripple 1

      The Uidah army was stunned.

     Within their territory, how many hundreds of smaller families and clans were there? And how many dared to disrespect them like this? Not a single one.

     They were the overlords of 24 universes. Unmatched through all of them and having a vice grip on the lives of anyone and anything that lived there.

     How long had they viewed this universe as a silver plater, ready to be taken whenever they wanted? The only reason they hadn't was because they disdained this universe breaking them through the watershed of an Emperor God Clan.

     And yet, this universe dared to have such a bold genius within it? One that treated their second and fourth son like canon fodder?

     They simply couldn't believe their eyes.

     Dyon ignored the gazes he was receiving, focusing instead on the two necks in his hands. Despite his words, even if second and fourth son wanted to speak, they couldn't. Dyon's hand was restricting them too much!

     "It's in your best interest that you don't speak." Although Dyon didn't turn toward him, it was clear to everyone that he was speaking to Dravil.

     This was obviously a massive problem. Although Dravil hardly cared about the life or death of his brothers, that didn't mean he didn't care for the prestige of the Uidah. If he allowed this Dyon to trample on his allies right before him, how would he have the face to show himself anywhere?

     However, even with that thought process, Dravil still remained a cool-headed and cautious man. Despite his emotions, he wouldn't act rashly.

     "I understand that my brothers have offended you, but it's also in your best interest that you remember why you agreed to have this meeting in the first place."

     As martial artists, second and fourth son could handle not breathing for hours, even days, if need be. But, the feeling of having your entire body controlled by your neck was completely uncomfortable to them. Even worse, Dyon was squeezing to tightly that it wasn't just oxygen they were losing, even their blood had stopped flowing properly. Martial artist or not, that wasn't something anyone could handle.

     "You think you understand why I accepted this meeting?" Dyon didn't look at first son as he spoke. Instead, he leisurely leaped off the table, slamming second and fourth's faces into the ground before landing on the back of their heads with each foot.

     The rage in the two sons had reached an all time high. Waves of Ethereal Permeation spread out from the both of them, hoping to make Dyon pay for his actions. But the usual rampant and volatile energy couldn't penetrate Dyon's tough skin at all. If anything, Dyon felt as though he was getting a foot rub.

     Seeing this, Dravil's eyes contracted. He was hoping to not have to step in personally, but there was a limit to everything.

     "Sit."

     Dravil froze. He didn't know when it happened, but the blade of a halberd had found its way to his neck…

      .

     However, that was the most poignant point… This person… Was without a doubt a saint!

     "How!" Dravil's eyes widened. Never in his life had he received such a surprise.

     He had felt that Dyon's body was powerful. However, the gate didn't care about any cultivation other than your energy cultivation. So, it didn't matter how powerful his body was, he would be allowed in. But, this person had broken into sainthood for sure!

     Thadius leisurely held his halberd at Dravil's throat. He hadn't expected to be called out by Dyon, but he had no reason to refuse. He had absolute trust in Dyon, so if Dyon said he could survive in this gate, he could survive. It was that simple.

     Immediately, everyone understood why Dyon was so confident in winning. While everyone was thinking about restricting the gate access, Dyon completely flipped the script. Not only did he increase the access, he made sure he was the only one in position to take advantage of it!

     With the use of his spatial ring, Dyon could freely change the cultivation limit of the gates and all he had to deal with was a brief earth quake.

     He had already changed to the cap of the gate to sainthood a few days ago. Even if the Uidah noticed the change, they would be too far out to make it here in time! And, couldn't Dyon just also lower the requirements whenever he wanted? While Thadius could hide in his spatial ring if he did such a thing, where would the saints of the Uidah hide? They would effectively be coming to their deaths!

     Although Dravil didn't understand how Dyon did this, he fully understood those matters. If Dyon could control the gates in such a way with ease… The Uidah would never take control of this universe…

     Just like that. Without saying a single word. Without shedding a single drop of blood. Without even a speck of effort. Without even needing a large army or an overly clever move. Dyon had single handedly changed the situation for the entirely of the universe.

     From this day forward, it wouldn't be the Uidah who dictated when they wanted to conquer this universe. No, from now on they would think twice before making any moves. Because on the day they did, they'd have to be willing to deal with the monster that was Dyon Sacharro.

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     660 Cripple 2

      Dravil grit his teeth, calming his breathing. "What do you want?"

     In the end, he could only hope that Dyon understood not to take things too far. This was the only special gate, so maybe this tactic only worked here. If that was the case, then even if Dyon could stop them from here, what would stop them from attacking from another gate?

     "Nope." Dyon spoke as though he could hear Dravil's thoughts. "I can do this at any gate."

     Dyon didn't bother letting Dravil deciding whether he believed him or not. In the blink of an eye, a key of brilliant gold and intricate patterns appeared. It hovered in the air before rotating until horizontal. Then, it seemingly turned like it was opening an invisible door.

     Just like that, a portal to Planet Deimos' gate opened. How could Dravil not recognize Deimos Tower?

     With a simple step through the portal, Thadius proved Dyon's point without ever removing his halberd from Dravil's throat.

     Silence reigned. It was clear to everyone by this point that Dyon wasn't bluffing. If the Uidah attacked from any gate, they would suffer horribly…

     After a moment, Dravil finally collected himself enough to speak. "I don't have much power." Dravil wanted to say that he didn't have as much power as Dyon thought he did, but he decided to choose his words more carefully. He was done with underestimating this opponent.

     What he really wanted to know was what Dyon's plan from here on was. After all, this meeting was secret by any stretch. There were millions of Uidah and Uidah affiliated clans behind them. And, even though the army Dyon brought could be considered to be made of his allies, how could you possibly trust every one of them to not say a thing?

     The reality of the matter was that if the Uidah were angered enough, they may decide to retaliate in other ways. Just a few dao formation elders is all it would take…

     As a first son, Dravil knew more than most what the current situation of the Uidah was. Couple that with his cautious nature, and he might be among the most informed.

     There was growing frustration with the stalled improvement of the clan. Because of the Pakals and Ragnors, the Uidah weren't able to expand in other directions because all of their other gates were being strategically defended.

     One might think there was no difference between owning 24 universes and 25. It may almost seem like a petty wish. However there was a big difference between a King God Clan that owned 24 universes, and an Emperor God Clan that owned 25. And that difference was in will suppression.

     Why was Dyon so fond of his energy cultivation technique? It was because of regardless of the universe he was in, he would never feel like his power was stifled. Whereas others would need a period to adapt and understand the new flow of energies in that universe, he wouldn't have to waste his time at all.

     However, Dyon was an anomaly. Almost every other martial warrior would feel suppressed when entering a new territory. And that suppression was like night and day when a King God Clan was compared to an Emperor God Clan. Those ranks weren't chosen arbitrarily, they really meant something!

     This was why when Dyon first asked Ri why campaigns were fought, her first response was to spread influence and what she called 'religion'. In the martial world, it was this exact suppression and spreading of will that that word referred to!

     So, one can understand how anxious the Uidah were. As long as they remained a King God Clan, they would always be vulnerable to the spread of influence by Emperor God Clans.

     Dravil understood this very well. Whereas before the Uidah looked down on this universe because since it was so weak, it would thereby also weaken its step into Emperor God Clan status, right now they couldn't afford to be picky anymore. They had already wasted centuries!

     With all of this weighing on Dravil's shoulders now, if Dyon asked him to not attack the gates, it would be impossible for him to convince the Uidah of such a thing. Or, more accurately, they wouldn't attack the gates, but instead attack via another method!

     "It's simple." Dyon finally spoke. "You just have to stall for 20 years."

     Dravil paled. There was a very clear underlying meaning in Dyon's words. For him to control the situation in this gate for so long, he would have to stay an essence gatherer for that long as well. That might completely destroy his future as a cultivator. But, if he refused, wouldn't he die right here and now?

     "I have quite a solid understanding of the structure of your Uidah Clan.

     "You own 24 universes, and across them, there are thousands of gates. However, in terms of gates you truly have to defend, those are at the edge of your territory and there are about 150 of those."

     Dyon spoke of confidential information as though he had personally been there and seen it himself so nonchalantly that Dravil felt a cold sweat spreading across his back.

     "This is the very edge of the quadrant and aside from this universe –" Dyon cut himself off, "You don't need to know anything about that. What you do need to know is that this universe has no other enemies to worry about but you."

      .

     Dyon's warning was clear.

     They had many enemies, but he only had one. No matter how you looked at it, the Uidah were at a disadvantage. Dravil had no right to consider what might leverage himself out of this situation.

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     661 Cripple 3

      Dyon continued to speak unperturbed.

     "Among those 150 edge gates that you must defend, you're flanked solidly by both the Pakals and Ragnors who have ensure to suffocate you in the corner of the quadrant.

     "The only reason they haven't committed to destroying you is because they also happen to be flush against each other. It's quite an adorable three-way stalemate you have you have going."

     Dyon continued to speak as though he was at a social event as opposed to standing on the heads of two geniuses.

     "Luckily for you, the Ragnors have limited youthful talents and can only make it up with superior numbers. As for the Pakals, they're limited in their warfare because of their body cultivation focus. As such, the damage they can do is limited. Quite pathetic if you ask me."

     Dyon was almost offended when he read the things the Uidah said about the Pakals. Of course, he had gotten all of this information from fifth son's spatial ring. Luckily for him, fifth son had been quite an avid reader and statistician. He was the very first to notice the fact that only this gate had an odd number of towers, whereas others ignored the pattern.

     From what he saw, the overall grade of this quandrant was quite pathetic in general. After all, he was looking at the best geniuses a King God Clan had to offer right now and he was trampling them beneath his feet.

     Truthfully, though, it wasn't that the Ragnors lacked in talent, it was more so that so few of them actually survived having that talent. After all, not every gate had an essence gathering cap like this one. When the Ragnors had to send in saints or celestials, with how dangerous tribulations were for them, how could they have many people to send?

     As for the Pakals, they didn't have the same troubles, but their manner of war was lacking. Because of their body cultivation focus, their armies had the least diversity and especially lacked in long range combat.

     "The plan is simple, really. You sacrifice a bit, to earn a lot.

     "The mere fact you've concentrated all of your talents here wouldn't go unnoticed by the Ragnors or Pakals. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they had increased the pressure on those 150 gates of yours. If they manage to infiltrate your territory with their suppression, even if you break into the Emperor God Clan ranks, you'll be severely weakened."

     Dravil nodded. This was all true. He was actually under immense pressure to end all of this now. The Ragnors had noticed the apparent lack of sons and daughters and thus made moves. Although the Uidah had sainthood and even celestial sons and daughters in play, there were gates among those 150 that could only be headed by Dravil because of their cultivation cap.

     Under normal circumstances, Dravil would travel between tens of gates per campaign, letting his presence be felt. He would collect information, then appear at the appropriate time. However, these past two years were different. He hadn't appeared on those front lines at all! This caused the Pakals and Ragnors to increase pressure on those specific gates.

     "Everyone here will be leaving with an array within them that prevents them from speaking of these matters, so feel free to listen carefully.

     "After this talk, I'll be teleporting half of you all to an essence gathering capped gate. You'll disguise yourselves, then decimate two towers, making it easy for the Ragnors to conquer them. I'll be choosing a gate you previously had an upper hand in, so the impact is better felt.

     "You'll have to make use of your overwhelming numbers and your surprise attack. You can in no way use techniques that are easily recognizable by your kin, nor can you leave any clues. Not that it really matters, I wonder how your clan would react finding out you attacked your own towers."

     A cold breeze passed over the Uidah army. Even second and fourth son stopped struggling… This man… He was too fearsome…

     "This is only the first step.

     "The second step is the story you'll have to sell happened at this gate. It's simple really, you just have to say that you never tried to conquer Earth Tower.

     "The gates are quite unpredictable and you were trying to mess with a tower you knew nothing about. Under normal circumstances, if it wasn't already conquered, 80% of you would have died just stepping into this abyss."

     .

      The Uidah froze. This was completely true. Before Dyon, the spatial field here was so violent and dangerous that no one dared to conquer the tower. It was because of that that the strategy became to conquer the other 8 towers first, this would somehow cause the spatial field to shut down, and then it would be an easy victory.

     This is what made this story believable. The spatial field disappeared without reason. So, why couldn't it come back without reason?

     When the Uidah realized that half of the number they sent in was coming out, they would have no reason to be suspicious. After all, teleporting between gates was impossible for anyone not named Dyon Sacharro.

     "This way, although you'll be blamed, the punishment will likely not be severe, especially considering you hold a faith seed. Couple this with the heavy loss at the Ragnor front, and the elders of the Uidah will double think concentrating your forces here.

     "While your Uidah army is "dying" to the spatial field, we Earthlings will be reconquering the gates you've taken. This way, the stalemate will be back in full effect.

     "After this, the Uidah won't dare to concentrate their forces anymore.

     "In my estimation, this should stall the Uidah higher ups for about 20 years. Considering your financial situation, the pressure of the Ragnors and Pakal, as well as your bids for the future, it will take at least that long for them to presume that sending a small elite team here is worth the price.

     "As for what you get for doing this? How about you get to keep your life and I let you take a look inside the tower you've been stuck outside of for so long?"

     Dyon finally looked at Dravil, but all he saw was fear.

     Those from Earth looked at Dyon's strong back with awe on their features. They had spent so long with him that sometimes they almost forgot just how intelligent he was…

     Dyon had analyzed the entire structure of a King God Clan… An empire ruling over 24 universes… Without even stepping outside of his home… Then, he devised a plan to cripple them for 20 years without lifting a finger!

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     662 Second Step 1

      Ri, Clara and Madeleine lightly smiled. This was the side of their husband that they liked to see. Being strong and ruthless may have been looked upon favourably by the martial world, but in order to lead, there was something else that was needed. This was what separated a warrior from a king… a general from an emperor…

     Dyon side stepped the two he was standing on before kneeling down and pulling their heads up.

     Second and fourth son looked particularly pitiful. Second son was already quite a round man to begin with, but now his face had a flat and linear nature to it his weight shouldn't have allowed. As for fourth son, his and once straight nose was now very clearly broken. And both of them looked as though they had just climbed out of a coal mine.

     The anger in their eyes hadn't faded. Unlike first son, they didn't understand just how scary a character Dyon was. But, before they could speak, Dyon's next words sent shivered down their spines.

     "Did you two know that arrays are quite versatile?" Dyon mused. "If I wanted, I could torture you two until the gates closed before killing you off. And the worst part is that no one here who witnessed it would be able to say a damn word about it.

     "Imagine thinking two pathetic existences like yourselves would be worth a single hair on their heads. You think too highly of yourselves."

     Dyon let their hair go, letting their faces slam into the ground once again. But, this time, they couldn't find the courage to resist.

     "Alidor, I'll leave the rest to you and Clara. Use Kaeda and Arios for support."

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     This was a process that would take hours. So, after ensuring that the perimeter was secured by his demon generals, Dyon went back to the demon sage tower to rest and eat his usual ridiculous amount. However, he did have another purpose.

     Because of the blood lust fiasco with his wives, Dyon hadn't had a chance during their travels to speak to Zabia. This may seem trivial, but the Jafari family was a mystery he could wrap his head around. Since the Saru family had inexplicably disappeared, the Jafari were the last stone Dyon had left unturned, and who better to explain things than their young king?

     When Zabia walked in to find Dyon leisurely sipping spiritual wine, he didn't seem too surprised at the fact he was called. Despite his straight forward nature, to be accepted as a king by his people, he had to have a semblance of intelligence.

     Zabia's hulking figure sank into the cushioned seat across from Dyon, helping himself to some wine as well.

     "I was wondering what took you so long." Zabia said jokingly.

     "Ai, I had to make up some time with my wives." Dyon laughed, lifting his cup toward Zabia, "Speaking of which, you didn't have to come this time, you know. You could have spent some time with your kid first."

     It was simply Dyon's personality to worry about a child missing their parent. Zabia had already missed a year, he shouldn't have to miss more.

     Zabia shook his head. "You're too hard on parents, you know that?"

     Dyon couldn't help but freeze a bit at Zabia's words, but in the end, he nodded. "Ulu is quite intelligent."

     "Of course," Zabia said proudly, "Only a woman of such caliber could be my queen."

     Dyon smiled lightly, but didn't comment. He understood Zabia's meaning without having to listen to it. Parents should be by the sides of their children, but parents also had to think of what was best for their kids as well. So, what could you do when these two philosophies clashed?

     "Since you came here," Dyon started, "You likely already know what I'd like to ask, right?"

     Zabia nodded, "My family knew from the beginning that replacing the Planet Nix clans would cause a stir, especially after we learned of your World Tournament and how it was held once every hundred years. Because of that, we ended up wiping out those clans entirely.

     "The original plan was just to feign ignorance until we accomplished our goal, but never did I think I'd meet someone I didn't want to lie to." Zabia laughed.

     "So you really aren't from this universe."

     "Aren't from this quadrant at all," Zabia corrected. "We come from the adjacent quadrant, but I have to say, we weren't exactly the most alien clan that participated in your tournament."

     "You mean the Shruti clan?"

     "Ai. They're also from an adjacent quadrant. Truthfully speaking, we weren't even aware of your quadrant until eighteen years ago."

     Dyon raised an eyebrow.

     "It's because your Epistemic Tower has been dormant. Strictly speaking, those old monsters who've lived damn near a million years would never forget something like that, but to the general public, your quadrant is a dead one."

     Dyon pondered for a bit, before speaking, "According to intel I've gathered, members of a quadrant who called themselves dukes and duchesses attacked about 100 years ago. Wouldn't it make the most sense for them to be from one of your two quadrants?"

     Zabia's visage darkened, and although he eventually recovered, it hadn't escaped Dyon's notice.

     "If what you say is true, then we've been out of touch. There are two possibilities, one of which is a much worse proposition for your quadrant.