# Reaper of the Martial World - Awespec - Ongoing 601 To 859

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Reaper of the Martial World - Awespec - Ongoing 601 To 859

Reaper of the Martial World - Awespec - Ongoing 601 To 859

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Создан: 09/04/2020, изменен: 09/04/2020, 2128k

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Series: @Other

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## Reaper of the Martial World

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Description Reaper of the Martial World

"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.

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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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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.

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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…

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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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626 Awake 2

"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…

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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.

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'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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628 Stop 1

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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635 Pervert 2

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."

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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.

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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.

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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."

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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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645 Age 2

'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.

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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.

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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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646 Age 3

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."

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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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647 Ally 1

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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?!

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"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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653 Chance 1

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.

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"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…

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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."

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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."

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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.

"The first, and most benign, is that those pricks simply stumbled upon a spatial fluctuation that led here. It's part of the entertainment culture of that quadrant to his spatial pods for a joy ride. Often time this leads to legacies, or, at the very worst, they lead to adventures wherein geniuses can temper themselves to grow stronger. This is the more innocent possibility, because that means they likely have no real idea what this place is.

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"However, the second possibility is much worse. It's possible that they were sent here purposefully by their elders in search of your Epistemic Tower. In this case, they would likely want to own a second Epistemic Tower key, meaning the one you hold right now.

"If this latter case is the truth. There's a 0% chance they've given up. They will be back."

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Dyon eyes narrowed at these words. How could he not know that the Uidah had already guessed that those geniuses were seemingly looking for something?

However, there was a bit of hope left in his eyes as well. From the quotes that fifth son noted, those geniuses seemed to be disappointed by the showing of this quadrant's geniuses. In fact, it was because of this that the Ragnor, Pakal, and Uidah all sent capable geniuses to the adjacent quadrant in order to investigate just what those teens were looking for.

If Dyon had to guess, those geniuses likely came here to challenge the Epistemic Tower geniuses of this quadrant, but left disappointed. How could they not have been disappointed? While their quadrant raised their best geniuses with the resources of the tower, this quadrant had done no such thing. As such, there was a massive gulf that they couldn't close easily.

Dyon wasn't about 70% certain that this was the truth of the matter, but he had an inkling that it wasn't so simple.

With such overbearing geniuses, if the adjacent quadrant really wanted to find the Epistemic Tower, there was no way that they'd tell all of them about it. It was more likely than not that they'd tell a select few. That way, they could pretend like Zabia's first guess was the correct one, while all along, they were playing by the rules of the second guess.

As for why they hadn't been back in a hundred year? That answer was even simpler. It was for the very same reason that Hela only just got word back to the Ragnors, although Dyon didn't know of this. It simply took a lot of time and resources. In addition, they had no idea exactly which universe the Epistemic Tower was in because even citizens of this quadrant had no idea. That means that if they wanted to come back and fulfill their goal, they'd need to invest even more into it.

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The old fogies of the martial world were had lived countless years. To them, even a thousand years was a short time. With something as important as controlling a second Epistemic Tower on the table, they'd have to be as careful as possible. And there was another thing.

Every quadrant, no matter which is was, would have at a minimum, two Emperor God Clans. It was simply much too difficult to control 100 universes alone without any enemies cropping up – as far as Dyon understood, anyway. As such, every move one of those clans wanted to make, would likely be highly monitored by its rival clan. So, how could it be easy to sneakily conquer a second Epistemic Tower? For something so important, when adjusting for spies, intel, and odd movements, it would be impossible to hide.

As a result, those clans had no choice but to take it slow, first sending a team of youths to check out the situation, before they themselves made moves. Even if it took ten thousand years, it would be worth it to them.

When Dyon thought through all of this, he relaxed. He knew that if they really took that long, no one in any quadrant would be able to stand up to him. By then, they could only cry over their own spilt milk.

"What exactly is your history with these dukes and duchesses?" Dyon decided to cut right to the heart of the issue after his conflicting emotions had settled.

"Seems I can't hide much from you," Zabia chuckled. He knew that he wasn't very good at controlling his emotions to begin with, so he expected someone as sharp as Dyon to notice his change in tone.

"You could say that it's because of their families that my Jafari Clan is the way it is now. I'm sure you've noticed that I'm too young to be king, and I'm sure you've guessed why that would be." Zabia's jaw set, clenching tightly. But, he was completely unable to control the anger in his eyes. Even his darkness will imperceptibly leaked from him.

"That said, the story is much more complex than just revenge. We didn't flee to this universe, we chose this universe. There's something here that's the key to our revival as a clan. Unfortunately, I'm not powerful enough to wield it although we were lucky enough to find it. To be honest, I'm not sure if it makes sense for any one person to wield it."

"A weapon of the 33 heavens?" Dyon asked.

"To be honest, I'm not sure. If it does what my ancestors says it does, it would have to be at least that powerful. But, it's not just a weapon or treasure, it's also a spirit."

Dyon smirked, "You mean an abyssal core."

Zabia raised an eyebrow before he noticed Dyon was just messing around. "Sure," Zabia chuckled, "Quite frankly, it's much too dangerous, so we left it where it was. To me, such a thing hardly matters if we can fulfill our goal without it. It's an unnecessary risk…"

Those words were a cause to pause for Dyon. It told him, for one, that Zabia might be straight forward, but he was blindly so. Secondly, although Dyon was aware that there were many abyssal cores that had been forgotten, this one in particular intrigued him mainly because of the Jafari's specialty: time.

Maybe this abyssal core was a key to using time will like the supreme law it was meant to be. Or even more poignant, maybe it was a key to why his grand master was so fond of the Jafari.

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Zabia took a deep breath. "Dyon, listen to me."

Dyon eyes sharpened. He could tell that what Zabia was about to say was of the utmost importance to him.

"You can never go to that quadrant."

"Wha –" Dyon couldn't even finish his own sentence. The sincerity in Zabia's eyes told all. He meant his words.

After collecting himself, Dyon could only ask the obvious question. "Why?"

"Your soul talent.. Is simply too overwhelming."

Dyon had expected to understand a semblance of Zabia's meaning from those words, but he only came out more confused. What did his soul talent have to do with anything?

Zabia only shook his head before continuing. "If you believe that the Ragnors use of slaves was inhumane, the level my home quadrant reached would make the Ragnors look like saints, and the prime victims are people like you and your wife Clara."

For the next hour, Zabia began to tell Dyon a history of things that froze him to his seat.

The first thing Zabia wanted Dyon to understand was that his quadrant was different. The reason why the Jafari were so close with the Lebna and Nuru, enough for them to move as one unit, was because clans weren't the core of what formed up their quadrant. Following that reasoning, there was no such thing as a God Clan or Royal God Clan, or King God Clan or above in their quadrant. Instead, there were God Sects, Royal God Sects, King God Sects and Emperor God Sects.

By this logic, the Jafari, Lebna and Nuru used to be the core of an ancient Emperor God Sect that had now, obviously, declined heavily. As for this quadrant, Dyon only knew of one organization that followed this ranking system, and that was the Niveus God Sect, now headed by Delia.

That said, although this ranking system seemingly did away with many lines that divided families, it also came with its own problems.

In ancient China, there was a group of philosophies known as 'schools of thought'. These had wide ranging possibilities to them, from Confucianism to Taoism, and so on. These schools of thought often shaped the backbone of dynasties and progressed ancient China from the background.

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In the martial world, these schools of thought also existed, but there were mainly three and always made up the core of what a sect was built upon, although they could effect clans as well. These were split into the disciplines of body cultivating, energy cultivating and soul cultivating. Much like how array alchemy was split, these disciplines also split cultivation in three.

Needless to say, after trillions of years, energy cultivating was in the lead by far. But, the effects that such a flip had on people varied by quadrant.

In quadrants like the one where Dyon and his wives were born, this lead was hardly noticed. In fact, this quadrant could be said to be heavily influenced by the body cultivating school of thought. The Ragnors and Pakals were both known for the prowess of their bodies, although this also turned out to be detrimental to the Ragnors.

However, in quadrants like Zabia's, this led to a clear winner versus loser situation, where the losing party suffered harsh punishments for hundreds of thousands of years…

There was no need for Dyon to guess, or even think of it. His grand teacher was without a doubt a member of the soul cultivating school of thought. However, maybe equally as interesting was the fact that so too were the Jafari.

According to Zabia, the Jafari were kin with his wife's Lebna clan and the Nuru clan. The reason Dyon noted that those clans in particular seemed to wield such powerful wills, was because they placed such emphasis on the soul to begin with. It gave them an advantage in such things. This was especially so for the Jafari and their time specialty, as well as the Lebna and their sealing specialty.

Unfortunately, the specialties that made them so good here, also made them nothing but commodities to be bought and sold there.

The war of disciplines wasn't so simple as one clan versus another. It was, in fact, multiple smaller scale wars culminating in a penultimate war that ultimately decided their fate.

However, the irony of the situation was despite following the energy disciple, the winning factions decided to make use of the soul factions. In fact, whenever those with soul talent were born into their own families, they were treated well. Even further, as long as you managed to gain the support of one of their large sects, you were safe.

As for exactly how they made use of them, Zabia couldn't bear to say. To see a hulking man like Zabia unable to speak of such horrors, Dyon could only let it be. There was no need to push him.

That said, there was one thing out of this conversation that Dyon had decided on.

Within his spatial ring, there was a weapon of the 33 heavens titled The Aurora Steps. From the very moment he stole it from the elves, he had had visions of building an army of innate aurora users. The problem was that not everyone was as resilient as his Ri. This meant that trying to force less talented individuals to use such a treasure was foolhardy.

However, Zabia had just let him know that there was a population that maybe reached into the billions whose soul talent was unmatched. Just what would happen if Dyon managed to save them? What would happen if he one day led an army of billions of innate aurora wielders? Would he not sweep over quadrants?

Dyon had plans, and if one peered into his mind, they may back away as quickly as they entered. He was simply too ambitious… His thoughts were too far reaching… His arrogance too unbridled.

His first step? Reach the peak of the saint floors of the Epistemic Tower within 20 years relying solely on his body.

As for his second step, he had been searching for it all this time, but it seemed he had finally found it. He had no intention of listening to Zabia's warning. His empire would begin with him diving directly into a quadrant that wanted nothing more than to see him in chains.

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Zabia shook his head when he saw the lights in Dyon's eye brighten. He couldn't tell what this brother of his was thinking, but it was very clear that he had completely disregarded his warning.

Dyon smirked, "This window is the best window, don't you think?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's simple really. I may be handicapped right now, but it's actually a blessing in disguise. Knowing you, you were always going to go back, no?"

Zabia nodded, "I have to. There are too many things left unfinished."

"And I'm assuming that part of that plan was this Epistemic Tower?"

"We always had an idea of where it was, we just needed an opportunity. The problem was that I didn't believe I was yet strong enough to conquer the tower, so I didn't bother to. It's also largely why I haven't broken into sainthood just yet."

"It's a good thing you haven't. How many meridians did you open initially?"

Zabia seemed a bit disgusted with himself, but he answered anyway, "I opened 100. But now, I'm stuck at 98. If this trend continues, I'll likely fall a grade again."

Dyon shook his head, laughing bitterly, "You're disappointed by a first-grade foundation?"

"Don't try and comfort me," Zabia laughed, "I can tell that you, Alexandria and Madeleine all opened 108 meridians."

Dyon waved Zabia off, "With the amount of resources we have, it only makes sense. Your family has been on the run. For you to come so and be so young is commendable. Plus, my first-grade foundation isn't as impressive as you think. I'd be lucky to reach second grade for my essence gathering foundation.

"I won't lie to you," Dyon continued, "I have big plans for the future. In truth, even being an Emperor God Clan sounds too small to me."

Zabia's eyes constricted at these words, but when he saw how serious Dyon was, he couldn't help but be in awe.

"Once we step into the Epistemic Tower, I plan on having every single one of my demon generals cleanse their cultivation completely and start from scratch."

"What?" Zabia nearly fell back in his chair.

This was no normal plan. In fact, it sounded completely insane.

Zabia had seen first hand the kind of wrecking force the demon generals were. Quite frankly, he had never seen such a collection of talent even in his former quadrant. Even those Emperor God Sects couldn't boast having 3000 disciples as refined as them.

When he asked Dyon about it, he found out that his demon generals weren't even, in large part, from this quadrant at all. Dyon hadn't needed the Pakals to tell him this, of course, because he had formed a bond with each and every one of them.

The demon sage had carefully selected them, as orphans, from across all hundred quadrants!

The only real shame was that there used to be many more, but they were killed during the Legacy trials or left in the world after it crumbled.

That aside, because of their talent, even in just these past two years, the demon generals that had once been lower saints, had steadily crept the mid tier levels. Such a speed was unprecedented! And yet Dyon wanted to tear it all down? Who knew how long it would take them to recover.

Dyon shook his head. "It's not good enough."

These words made Zabia want to faint, but he forced himself to stay awake to hear Dyon's next words.

"My Demon Generals will be exactly that. Generals.

"They need to be so far and above the cut of any other warrior, that their mere presence strikes fear in the hearts of our enemies.

"Right now, they are only geniuses, and just that. It's likely that if any one of the essence gatherers entered the world tournament, they would have completely destroyed us. But, that standard is not good enough. In fact, it would make me the happiest if I was the weakest among them all. Unfortunately, that's no longer the case.

"I can say confidently that if my soul and energy cultivation wasn't locked, I could beat every single one of my demon generals. Even the saints."

Zabia's respect for Dyon couldn't grow anymore. But, that didn't stop his awe from increasing. He understood that Dyon would never lie about such a thing. If he said it was true, then it was true.

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If Zabia knew that Dyon was happy about being handicapped, maybe his awe would turn to a bitter laugh. The truth was that if Dyon wasn't handicapped like this, he felt like any saint level trial would be too easy for him. Only like this could he improve.

"That said," Dyon continued, "It's not their fault. When they began following the Demon Sage, he was already in heavy decline, and the treasures he had left, on his person anyway, were pitifully small."

Dyon remembered back to the treasure room that housed the Demon Sage's coffin on the top floor of the Demon Sage's Tower. Unfortunately, Dyon hadn't completely the trials to access that level again, but with his memory, how could he forget what was in that room?

Usually, a tomb was where an expert would house all of their most precious treasures. And yet, the Demon Sage's room was empty! Completely empty.

At first, Dyon thought nothing of this. Maybe the Demon Sage hid his treasures elsewhere and he'd only gain them by passing the trials. However, when Dyon spoke to the demon generals, he found out that he was very much wrong.

There were no hidden, not were the trials meaningful for anything else than gaining new abilities of the Demon Sage Tower. All of the Demon Sage's treasures, along with his daughter, were hidden in the universe named 'Chaos'.

However, there was another striking and shocking point… Every cultivation milestone the demon generals climbed was based entirely on their own merit…

They had no energy stones… No spiritual fruit… No cultivation techniques… All they had was their talent and the energy of the world around them…

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When Dyon finished explaining all of this to Zabia, he was in shock. Was it really possible for to cultivate so quickly without any resources at all? What kind of ridiculous concept was that?

But, even more shocking, they had no cultivation technique? The demon generals were essentially blindly following and creating their own methods following the same path as the very first cultivators! And yet they still had such achievements!

It was no wonder they were overwhelmed when Dyon suddenly handed them divine level techniques. However, because of Dyon's ignorance on this matter, he never gave them energy cultivating techniques because he naively assumed they had their own!

It was suffice to say that when Dyon found out the truth, he was in shock. However, that was also when he realized he was completely wasting the potential of his demon generals.

His solution? The Epistemic Tower.

"Is this really possible?" Zabia still had some doubts. Even if the demon generals were really so talented, there was a limit to what the Epistemic Tower could do for them, no?

Dyon smiled, "From your quadrant, how many have the right to enter the tower?"

Zabia's eyes widened with a sudden realization, "As long as you meet the talent threshold… You're allowed…"

Dyon didn't need to say anything else. He was already aware that the talent threshold was that of a 4th grade expert, which meant at least 73 opened meridians.

In this universe, that was amazing. Even some of the celestial heads were only 4th grade experts, so one can see just how lofty such a goal was.

However, the truth of the matter was that in this quadrant as a whole, among the trillions of warriors there were, millions, if not billions, would meet this level.

So, if an Epistemic Tower had enough resources to fuel billions of warriors… How potent would those resources be if there were just 3000 of them?

This was Dyon's goal. By taking advantage of the time where he could hog the Epistemic Tower to himself and his allies, he would be able to build a core so solid that it would be unbreakable.

"I want every single one of my demon generals to be perfect grade experts. And I also want them all to cultivate my [Inner World: Sanctuary] technique. Only then will I have the perfect army."

Zabia took a deep breath. There was clear excitement in his eyes, hiding an anticipation that threatened to boil over.

"What's the plan for the next 20 years then?"

"As much as I'd love to improve all of the soul talent, such a thing is foolhardy. Those with talented souls are simply too rare. Among the demon generals, there's Alidor, Kaeda, and maybe a handful of others. Those others would likely be among those who grasped music will, so there'll only be about 10 of them.

"However, when it comes to energy cultivating, they're all unmatched."

"But if they practice your technique, their souls and energy cultivation will be locked as well."

Dyon nodded, "Yes, this is true, but only for about the same time as me."

With nonexistent energy and body cultivation talent, Dyon would have taken centuries to complete his inner world. When he received the dragon king's talent, it cut down to about 5 to 10 years. But, now that his soul was damaged, the time had extended to 20 years.

Using that logic, the same time span could be applied to the demon generals. Their poor soul talent could be equated to Dyon's damaged soul, while their other talents were so overwhelming that they were close approximations of the Dragon King. Even if the time limit was above 20 years, it wouldn't be by much.

In addition, this also meant that those demon general with higher soul talent would finish closer to the 10-year mark, making them even faster than the rest.

As for how long it would take them all to cultivate to the essence gathering level to trigger this change? Dyon was even less worried about that. Remember, it only took Ri 8 weeks climb to the peak of the meridian formation realm, and that was using a highly complex void kitsune technique. But, even more poignant was the fact she wasn't in the energy dense atmosphere of the tower!

Dyon estimated it would take them, at most, a month to trigger the start of the inner world creation.

"However, I only plan on having them cultivating this technique after a year or so. Not from the very beginning."

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"Why's that?"

"Remember the very first floor of the Epistemic Tower?"

"Those rooms… They have very strict requirements for allowing people in. Often times the directly boot you out if you're unworthy. Also, you said a year, but it often takes even those who are deemed worthy about ten years to master just one of them."

Dyon nodded, "In fact, those are only the most basic levels of the techniques as well. After all, these are the five most powerful techniques of the entity that created these towers, how could a person only take ten years to grasp them fully?"

"So you're saying?"

"For one, I don't believe that my demon generals need ten years. It is only an average. Secondly, I don't particularly care for the techniques themselves, as much as the rewards we receive for completing them to perfection.

"I know already that those awards are rarely and almost never get handed out. But, we're about to change that.

"The most important thing we need for a growing army is resources. And while I have a lot now, you can never have enough.

"When my army expands from the 3000 it is now, to millions, then maybe billions or trillions, if I can't support them, what kind of king would I be?"

Zabia shook his head, laughing. Maybe only Dyon could say these things without sounding absolutely ridiculous.

"Also, I think you've misunderstood a bit. I'm not giving them a year to master a single room. I'm giving them a year to master at least three."

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At this point, Zabia was numb to it. He could only silently continue to listen. Dyon had likely said all of this to the others already, so Zabia was happy that he was being filled in as well.

"Aside from that, I also want to repeat that process for ascending floors. From my understanding, aside from the innate aurora room, every other technique training room has another increased level."

Zabia nodded, "The first-floor ones correspond to the foundation stage. There are meridian formation stage rooms, essence gathering rooms and so on.

"As for the innate aurora room, it's the only exception because it's also the most exclusive and difficult to complete. There's only one level for it. In the higher levels, it's replaced by soul training rooms that are exclusive to innate aurora wielders. They essentially speed up soul cultivation speed… Not that you need it."

Dyon laughed, but didn't say anything. It was true that those rooms would be wasted on him.

"Aside from this, most of the 20 years will be spent climbing and clearing the tower. From my understanding, we won't have to deal with encountering warriors from other towers until the top saint floors, correct?"

Zabia nodded, "Before then, everything is done individually. However, when you reach the top saint floor, the trials change and it becomes a quadrant versus quadrant competition. There will still be individual trials, but all in all, the dynamic will change. It's likely because celestial level treasures and above are rare even for this entity. So, he has to make it difficult on us."

Dyon understood this, of course. But, it also gave them time.

"Tell me, Zabia. In your opinion, do you think a faction of 3000 can survive on the top saint floor?"

Zabia thought a bit. In fact, he was silent for almost ten minutes before he answered.

"By the time you all reach that floor, if you take the hardest route possible, just about 15-20 years would have passed. In all likelihood, your cultivations will still be handicapped.

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"However, even if that is the case, the mere fact you made it to that floor means you have the right to compete with those there, it will just be harder.

"Remember, other universes aren't united. Even if they send billions, those billions might be from millions of clans, which means their factions might reach ten thousand warriors at the most. In fact, even the largest factions in the tower might break fifty thousand, as far as I'm aware.

"This is simply because even within families, there are divided interests.

"The problem with all of this is that if an unknown faction appears, especially one that will dominate like yours, it will be difficult to avoid being ganged up on. Truthfully, the best choice is to pretend as though you all were never a faction to begin with. This way, you can be a lone cultivator, and although you may anger some factions, they wouldn't have the face to attack you with millions. Plus, it would be easier to hide."

Dyon nodded. He too thought the same thing. In addition, if they split up when they reached that floor, it would be good training for the demon generals as well. All in all, the plan made sense until they grasped their footing.

"There's only one more thing." Zabia continued. "It won't be possible to stay lowkey forever."

"Because of the leader boards?"

"Exactly." Zabia sighed, "It's a double-edged sword. If you don't do well, you won't be fulfilling your goal. But, if you do, do well, then you'll be exposing yourself. And that's just for the individual rankings. If you 3000 do too well, people will notice when a quadrant that's been dead last for thousands of years suddenly moves up. Especially considering there are only a hundred quadrants to keep track of."

Despite Zabia's words, Dyon grinned wildly.

Who was he? Was he not Dyon Sacharro? How could he be afraid of a little fame? To him, if they let him get big enough to make any noise on these rankings at all, it was already too late!

He told the Daiyu and Ragnors that he would announce his existence to them, and in the end, they would fail to beat him anyway. And was he not correct about that?

Although Dyon had matured since then, and would definitely not be so brash again, he also wouldn't lower his head and hide.

They would know he was coming, and he would make sure they knew that it was too late to do anything about it from the very beginning.

Dyon had grown. Although he very much still missed his parents, he wouldn't allow their memory to consume him. Although he still wanted to make himself known in honor of their memory, he would jeopardize those with him now for such a goal. Although he wanted them by his side, he wouldn't blindly search for methods that didn't exist.

From now on, his arrogance was his own. His purpose was driven by his self and the family he still had here now. One day he would build an unshakeable empire and make the quadrants bend to his will.

His predecessor built a clan that spanned half of the quadrant, and still failed in the end because too many enemies attacked him at once. Dyon wouldn't make that same mistake.

He wouldn't leave his family to chase after a dream. He would always be by their side. Always protecting them.

Dyon stood, "It seems they're done."

Zabia smiled and followed Dyon out and toward the Epistemic Tower, thinking of his own family as well. He wanted to see just how far Dyon could go.

Unfortunately, he would never guess just how far and deep Dyon's plans went.

If Zabia knew that part of step 1 of Dyon's plan was making an enemy out of the whole Drago-Qilin quadrant, maybe he wouldn't be so happy right now.

But, even if he knew he wouldn't be able to stop Dyon from doing it. After all, how could Dyon let all of the reverse scaled in his spatial ring go to waste? He wasn't just going to raise an army of Demon Generals. He was going to raise an army of Dragons.

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668 Do Not 1

When Zabia and Dyon stepped out, the rest of the plan proceeded smoothly.

Half of the Uidah army was sent to a specially chosen gate. As for how they'd leave without the Uidah noticing the influx of numbers? Of course, Dyon had already taken this into account.

For one, their numbers would be almost immediately halved, unbeknownst to them. According to the rules of the key, Dyon could teleport any number of people to any gate in this quadrant. However, there was a caveat he had specially taken note of. With the exception of this universe, he could only teleport to the very center of any other gate.

What did this mean? Every gate had the same characteristic regardless of whatever variety of dangers they provided: The center would always and unequivocally be the most dangerous area.

To teleport nearly half a million warriors directly into a disaster? The results could be guessed.

Dyon obviously wouldn't have told the Uidah this in advance, that would have unnecessarily complicated the negotiation process, not that they had much of a choice anyway.

As for the second half of the plan, there wasn't a need to account for it. A group of less than two hundred thousand, which would be the numbers after they helped attack the towers of the Uidah, would hardly be a drop in a bucket when considering the whole population of a gate.

Even if a general with keen eyes noticed, the turnover between the gates was too volatile to make any concrete assumptions. Even their first son traveled between tens of gates per campaign.

In the end, the remaining half millions could only meander their way back home, leaving the only Dyon, his allies, and first son.

As for Elwing, Dyon didn't see him off. As a prince, he had his own pride. When he noticed that Dyon had truly turned the situation around by himself, he didn't have the face to stay, nor did he ask for anything Epistemic Tower related. He didn't want to partake in anything Dyon would have to give him. Unfortunately for him, this would turn out to be a big mistake.

After that army left, it was finally time for Dyon to once again step into the Epistemic Tower.

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Later that day, Dyon and his 3000 or so companions sat in the very same cultivation room he had ironically fought Alidor in. Dyon couldn't help but think what the situation would be like had Alidor won the key wielder position instead of him.

At the moment, Alidor and Clara were distributing cultivation cleansing pills to the demon generals. As for first son Dravil, he awkwardly stood to the side, confused beyond belief as to what was going on. However, Dyon wasn't going to explain anything to him.

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"Do you know why I brought you here when I had no obligation to?" Dyon, who had been quietly meditating, suddenly spoke.

"Those arrays you placed within us aren't so simple…" Dravil answered immediately. "But this is an unnecessary investment. In the grand scheme of things, a million Uidah is a trivial number. There are hundreds of billions of us."

Dyon shook his head. He didn't expect everyone to be as intelligent as he was, but he was disappointed in this first son's lack of foresight. He was too cautious and not ambitious enough, that would make him a problem to use in the future.

"I don't plan on explaining everything to you. But, I will tell you that the important number here isn't a million. It's ten."

Dravil's eyes widened as he suddenly understood. This was never about the numbers, this was always about who he was bringing in…

In one fell swoop, Dyon had suddenly taken the future of the Uidah in his palms. Even with first son's personality flaws, he was still among the only two faith seeded Uidah, and yet now, he was Dyon's pawn.

If Dyon wanted to play the long game, in a few hundred thousand years, he would own at least 70% of the Uidah, accounting for sons and daughters who weren't talented enough to maintain their positions.

However, would Dyon really bother waiting that long? He had plans that could make this approach viable within a hundred years. But, Dravil didn't need to know that.

"Once your brothers and sisters are finished with their duties at that gate, they will take turns spending time in this tower. I don't want my investments to be usurped by superior talents. Do you understand?"

Dravil nodded. If this Epistemic Tower was really everything Dyon said it was, he and the others really wouldn't have to worry about others replacing them. In fact, Dravil could stop worrying and break into sainthood after this campaign and take the 5th son position, maybe even 4th son with his talent.

As for where the other 9 sons and daughters were currently, Dyon had sent them all with the other half a million warriors. After all, a major part of his plan was conquering the towers to make the Uidah regret focusing their attention here, so he needed to make sure there was enough leadership. In fact, he would be sending first son in a moment as well.

It was safe to say that Dyon's gears were constantly turning. Every moment of respite that he received was spent planning out the next few thousand years of his life. He was determined to make his name reverberate through the quadrants.

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"As if stands now," Dyon spoke, "What are your odds of becoming Emperor of the Uidah?" Dyon spoke straight forwardly. Although having pawns was great, he would much rather them be willing to follow him.

When Dravil heard Dyon's question, his blood began to boil. Many saw his caution as unambitious, and rightfully so. But, the truth of the matter was that Dravil had dreams of his own, he was just too apprehensive to pursue them.

"The current most talented person in our clan is first saint son." Dravil replied honestly, "He is by far the most likely candidate. Usually, the candidate is chosen from the celestial sons and daughters since first dao son is our Emperor, however, first celestial daughter is a woman and also currently betrothed to first saint son."

Dyon found this a bit weird, but this was only because he still held onto his mortal realm beliefs. After all, less than ten years ago, he was a teen working with computers and engineering parts all day on a less than healthy diet that his metabolism somehow made up for. Although, now that he thought about it, it was likely his soul making up for it.

This was odd to him on two fronts. For one, the age difference that had to exist. To climb to first daughter status, she had to be near the peak of the celestial stage, which meant, at a bare minimum, thousands of years of cultivation without the Epistemic Tower resources. Saint son was at most hundreds of years old.

The second oddity was even more glaring… They were family!

However, when Dyon saw the starry eyes Dravil got when he mentioned his own sister, he couldn't help but to turn his gaze away and ignore it for dear life.

In reality though, an age difference of thousands was nothing when comparing two who would without a doubt become dao formation experts.

Secondly, the main issues with incest were wiped away with the martial world. Children would be birthed perfectly healthy because any possibilities of disease would have been cleansed by the cultivation of their parents.

In addition to this, first saint son and first celestial daughter were definitely very, very, very distant relatives. Although they shared the Uidah blood line, so did billions of others. The number of family branches, and branches of branches, were innumerable. So, logically speaking, them marrying was no weirder than anyone in the mortal world marrying. After all, technically, everyone from the mortal realm originated from the same family branch.

"Are there any factions that disagree with this?" Although Dyon knew much about the Uidah, the intricacies of their inner workings could only be explained by someone who lived there.

"There are hundreds of family branches, each with their own interests. However, not all of them have viable candidates for such a role, so they can only acquiesce. Before my birth, there was no need for competition. However, when it was found that I inherited a faith seed, there were some stirrings.

"The problem is that catching up to first saint brother would be exceptionally difficult. He has been training in an entirely different quadrant for the past hundred years. If what you say is true, then he was without a doubt powerful enough to earn a spot in the Epistemic Tower. This means he likely has a leg up on me…"

Dyon nodded. He realized this as well from the late fifth son's intel. Both Hela and first saint son had left to investigate. It was only recently they got word back, but that didn't mean they had just gotten there. In all likelihood, they had spent at least a few decades enjoying the benefits of that universe's tower.

This may sound like a leap, but it wasn't. According to Zabia, that quadrant didn't work with a clan system, it works with a sect system. How could Hela and first saint son not be talented enough to receive proper backing from such a place?

The other problem was that first essence son couldn't spend all of his time in the tower like first saint son presumably could. Because of their plans, first son could raise the suspicion level of this tower for at least 20 years. If he wasn't making his presence felt, then that would of course be suspicious.

Dyon thought about having first son fake his death, but that would likely be more detrimental than anything. A large part of becoming the emperor of such a large clan was networking and building a trusted faction. How could he do that if he disappeared?

In the end, this was a secondary matter. Although it would be great for first son to become leader, that was only the second step. He had another purpose first, and Dyon would let him know when the time was right. The only reason he brought this up now was to give first son some incentive.

"If you follow me well, I can guarantee that first celestial daughter will be your wife."

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Dravil's eyes widened as he nearly choked on air. The goddess he had worshipped for all his life? As his wife? He could hardly believe what he was hearing.

"Massacring a whole population of people for no reason isn't my style," Dyon shrugged, "After I kill those Uidah who are responsible for harming the family of a friend of mine, someone needs to rule them. After all, I can't manage so many places alone."

Seeing the eagerness in Dravil's eyes, Dyon was satisfied. For such a cautious human being to be swayed so easily wasn't all that surprising to Dyon. After all, Dravil already understood that he didn't have much of a choice left. The fact that Dyon was willing to give him something in return was already more than he expected.

After a few more miscellaneous details were handled between them, Dyon sent Dravil off, reminding him that they needed to take down at least two towers.

Having dealt with that, Dyon turned his attention to the tower. It was time he spoke with his grand teacher.

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Dyon walked into a secluded cultivation room. The smell of herbs immediately assaulted his senses despite the room being devoid of anything but a meditation platform.

He couldn't recognize the scents despite his expertise, simply because he didn't spend enough time working on his alchemy. Much of the knowledge he had was theoretical, and although it was also in depth, he didn't have hands on experience. That said, considering how he felt his mind open up and his comprehension speed increase with a single breath, he immediately had tens of guesses for what these herbs could be.

'You've brought quite a lot here. But, I see that you're also quite selfish. And to think you can hide your mind from me now, how rude.'

Dyon had only just crossed his legs when his grand teacher began to speak to him.

Every one of the weapons of 33 heavens had a passive ability that didn't require any energy input – it was what made them pseudo legendary path weapons. The Soul Tome could purify the soul. The aurora steps could awaken auroras. And The Seal? It could protect its owner's mind from any poking and prodding, even by True Empaths.

Before, this hadn't worked for Dyon since The Seal was technically still under his master's ownership. But, now it was his entirely.

'How many across the quadrants do you allow to enter your 5 main technique chambers?' Dyon didn't bother with his grand teacher's antics and directly asked what he wanted to.

He needed an understanding of just how exclusive such a place was. After all, much of the reason he wanted to use those rooms for the rewards they gave, as opposed to the techniques themselves, was that he thought they might just be too ubiquitous.

Think about it, if almost every genius across the quadrants could use those 5 techniques of his grand teacher to some capacity, it wouldn't be unique, and maybe the less shallow point was that everyone would understand the ins and outs of the techniques, making it much easier to counter. The last thing Dyon wanted was a predictable army. Especially when it came to his demon generals.

However, when Dyon thought back to how Alidor had brought many basilisks with him the first time he entered the tower, and yet they were all kicked out, Dyon thought that just maybe it was more exclusive than he originally thought.

'No hello, no how are you doing, no concern for your elders… Who taught you your manners?'

'Old man, you're testing my patience. Do you have any idea why I've been gone for two years?'

The truth was Dyon's grand teacher had no idea, he couldn't read Dyon's mind right now. He had to probe the others to find out. After a few moments, he realized Dyon was in a coma for the past couple years.

'You have the luck of a cockroach. Surviving such a thing, even I can't believe it. No wonder why you're so cranky.'

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Dyon didn't respond to his grand teacher's words directly. He couldn't explode just yet. He first needed to know some things that only his grand teacher could tell him.

'Do you have an answer?'

'It depends on the power. They're all exceedingly difficult, but some still have higher returns than others.

'True Empathy can only be learned by a handful of people. It requires not only exceptional soul talent, but also a pure soul. I'm happy that you brought your little sister along with you, she truly is the best I've seen. Honestly, the basic level door may be too easy for her.

'For the Aurora gate, anyone can enter. The difference is that how much you get out of it, is again, limited by your soul talent. The aurora is one of my most refined techniques, so it reached a level of melding with the will of the universe, this is why everyone is born with one, whether it's awakened or not.'

In layman's terms, Dyon's grand teacher reached the highest possible mastery of a technique, only possible when said technique was self created and of a high enough grade. Even then, there were other special requirements Dyon wasn't aware of.

Because of this, it essentially made it possible for any and everyone to learn it. However, the difficult part was learning it to perfection.

'For the Ethereal Permeation gate, I'd say a few thousand can grasp it. More than I thought originally, honestly. However, the number who improve it to an intent are less than a hundred. And as for a dao? Less than five all time. I don't believe any one of them is in this plane anymore. Actually, maybe one is. I don't keep track of these things honestly.

'The last two abilities are quite… Special. That's also not to mention the fact that only they are actually dangerous to learn. Technically, Ethereal Permeation is also dangerous, but it's more about pain tolerance than anything else. However, when it comes to those last two, no one in this generation of warriors has passed through even the basic floor. They either die, or are smart enough to give up.

'Time lock is one you understand already. However, using time will like this is the same as breaking the shackles that bind it, thus breaking it into the supreme law status it's meant to be. This sounds great, but the shackles exist for a reason.

'The truth is that the room is only titled Time lock to deter interest. If I was to be accurate in naming it, it would more than likely be title similarly to Ethereal Permeation.'

Dyon eyes narrowed. When his grand teacher said this, he immediately thought of his odd response to the Jafari, who also happened to be time experts. But, even more importantly, he thought of the odd item Zabia mentioned. Would it be easier to use after mastering that room?

'This said, the last room… Cycle of Reincarnation… That is a room I regret adding at all. It's the reason why even as a transcendent… I am blind.

'You are stubborn, and you don't like to listen. Even without seeing your mind right now, I know that my words only make you want to enter more. I won't stop you. After all, it's my greatest wish that one of my disciples succeeds where I've failed. However, if there was ever one piece of advice from me that you did listen to, let it be this.

'Do Not Enter.'

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Dyon thought over his grand teacher's words, but in the end, not a single morsel of fear entered his heart.

In Dyon's life, there was only one instance that had ever caused him to tremble. The memory was still burned into his mind and it was a brand of shame that he etched into his heart. Although he recovered moments later, that was only due to anger he felt toward the entity chained within Earth. How could he rely on such a thing? No… Dyon felt the need to temper his heart.

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He would never allow anything to cause him to fear again.

'You're right, I probably won't listen to you.'

Dyon's grand teacher sighed. He could feel that something within his and Dyon's relationship had shifted, and with his intelligence, he likely knew what it was, but he still decided to remain quiet for now.

'I do need your help for two more things.' Dyon suddenly said.

With that, Dyon began to explain Eli's situation. It was much too odd.

Although they all understood that those from the area Eli was from were usually around his talent level anyway, they also knew that that was also a product of poor resources. Needless to say, Eli obviously didn't have a resource problem, he had an outstanding dao partner, and he had friends willing to support him. It just didn't make sense that his talent would be so poor. Even his elder sister was improving by leaps and bounds in recent years.

More interestingly, none of these oddities even touched the fact he was seemingly immune to poison and pills. For obvious reason, Eli wasn't testing this immunity, but his time with the Cavositas should have been enough of an indicator.

After hearing this, Dyon's grand teacher was silent for a long while. In fact, he spent that time observing Eli, who was currently outside gladly helping Clara and Alidor in distributing the cultivation cleansing pills.

'Your friend…' For the first time, the old man was speechless. He had no idea how Dyon had amassed such a group of people around him.

His demon generals were easily some of the most talented youngsters he had ever seen. And, from his observations, each one of the cultivation methods had a unique genius to them he had never seen. It took him a moment, but when he realized that he didn't recognize these cultivation methods because they were created from scratch by them, he couldn't believe his eyes or thoughts.

Then there were his wives. Not even mentioning Ri and Madeleine who both had two of the most sought after faith seeds by women, coupled with the fact their God level constitutions were unmatched through the universes, even Clara was a ridiculous talent unto herself. Not everyone could be the same monster Dyon was. The mere fact Clara had a peak 2nd stage soul was enough to cause an uproar. That wasn't even mentioning the fact her body constitution was an entire level or two higher than Ri and Madeleine's now, considering her origin primordial yin.

There was not even a need to speak about Alidor, whose soul was equally as talented as Clara's, or Delia, whose body constitution didn't lose out to Ri or Madeleine, or Zabia, who quite frankly, had potential to unlock a legacy equivalent to that of his Time Lock.

What Emperor wouldn't drool over this collection of talents? Even having a handful of them could build a dynasty, and yet Dyon had another one hiding.

'Quite a special body indeed…'

Dyon didn't say anything. He instead chose to sit quietly and listen.

'I'm sure you've heard of Heaven's Blessing. However, there is a higher form of this known as Heaven's Love. Those who receive Heaven's Blessing are gifted the favor of the universe, however, the universe will never break its own rules for these people, no matter how much it favors them.'

Dyon nodded. Although he wasn't awake at the time, the Dragon King had recounted the event to him because he was curious about how many meridians he had filled during his break through. It seemed that the universe wanted to help Dyon more, but stopped itself from doing so.

'Those who have Heaven's Love are different. It is only them that the universe shows bias toward, only they are treated like the children of the universe.'

This obviously raised many questions for Dyon. If Eli was so favored, why was his cultivation so poor?

'I know what you must be wondering,' Dyon's grand teacher continued, 'But, the matter isn't so straight forward as it seems.

'Imagine the universe as a parent, but an overly protective one. If you were an over protective parent who only had one, or very few children, would you ever let them out of your sight?'

'You're saying that the universe purposefully makes Eli's cultivation talent poor to protect him?' Dyon's demeanor crumbled as a weird expression surfaced on his features. If this was the case, he didn't understand what rules the universe was breaking for Eli. Well, other than the making him immune to poison matter.

'Didn't you already say it yourself? Your friend survived experimentation no one else could, completely unscathed. Even the matter of his life span isn't something you have to worry about. Considering your recklessness, he'll likely out live you.'

'You mean?'

'Eli's current life span is millions of years old. Unless you become a transcendent, you have no chance of outliving him. Such is Heaven's Love.'

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Dyon was stunned. Although he was happy, he had very mixed feelings about this.

On one hand, it was great that his friend could spend as long as he wanted by his loved ones. On the other hand, he understood Eli's character. It would eat him up inside if he couldn't be of use, especially when his wife was out fighting battles for him. To someone like Eli, the fact the universe was protecting him should mean that he should be the one protecting everyone else.

'He'll be disappointed…' Dyon said in a soft voice.

'A man who can't die until he does of natural causes would be disappointed in such a thing?' The old man, who was near the end of his life, couldn't understand such a thing.

Someone could walk up and slice Eli in half and the universe would just mend him back together as though nothing happened. In fact, it would probably make it so Eli felt minimal amount of pain too.

'You don't understand. Something like this wouldn't make Eli happy unless he found out it was someone he cared about who had such an ability.'

'No, you don't understand. He's likely the most useful person you have here. The universe doesn't just break its rules in terms of this Eli's life and death, there are other aspects it effects too.

'For one, there's Eli's children. Each and every one will be, at a minimum, as talented as your demon generals with a very high likelihood of being born at the peak of their evolutionary chain.

'Meaning, if Eli has a human for a wife, his child will very likely be born with an angel bloodline. If he copulates with a Dragon, I have little doubt another Dragon Sovereign would be born. Even more pointedly, this dragon child would definitely have a reverse scale of the gold grade, and considering the potential for rule breaking by the universe, might also be of the King or higher grade.

'He isn't restricted by race either. Even if Eli takes a woman who has chosen the beast path, as long as she is in her human form, she will be able to birth. Because, again, he breaks the laws of the universe.'

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Despite the weird look on Dyon's face, the grand teacher continued.

'If you managed to find a way to break Heaven's chains on him, not only would he be able to keep all of these abilities, he would also be capable of cultivating at a speed that far surpassed even your soul cultivation. This wouldn't be because his soul would be more talented than yours, it's actually a form of nepotism.

'Basically, unlike others, Eli, should these chains be broken, wouldn't have to temper his body with incremental increases in energy. He could skip essence energy, saint energy, and celestial energy and directly jump to enigmatic energy because the universe would protect him.

'Just like parents never truly stop loving their children even when they feel betrayed, the universe would never stop helping Eli.

'However, don't bank on accomplishing such a thing. Imagine the universe as super mom times whatever number is beyond infinity. Its hold on its children is stronger than you can imagine. The only way to do that is by making the universe submit, and if you could do that, you wouldn't really need the overpowered Eli by your side anyway, now would you?'

Dyon sighed. He had to admit that he was very much tempted by the idea of releasing Eli from his shackles. After all, he couldn't very well use Eli like a breeding horse, now could he?

'You're basically saying my best friend has his best use as a stallion…' Dyon felt like face palming.

'He truly can be used like that. Again, he breaks the universe's rules. It's not difficult for him to have children, even with the most talented women in existence. In fact, your Delia friend is pregnant right now although she seems to want to hide it.'

Dyon's eyes widened. He almost made Delia go through all of this intensive training while she was pregnant? Eli would kill him!

'Oh please, how could the universe let its grand children die? Until they're birthed, Eli's children also have Heaven's Love. Afterwards though, they will be normal people. Well, normal and overly talented people.

'However… Everything comes at a price. It is very likely that Delia will not be able to handle the birth of such a talent. If they baby isn't an angel, it would be fine. However, if it is…'

Dyon's happiness immediately melted away. He saw Delia as his little sister, how could he be okay with such a gamble?

How could he not realize that nothing in the universe could be so easy. There was a reason why it was difficult for those with more talent to give birth, it was part mercy. Although this 'mercy' was detrimental when both people were highly talented, in the case of where there was just one talent, this barrier would essentially be saving the life of the less talented individual.

But, Eli completely broke these rules. Without knowing it, he had put his wife's life in danger!

Dyon's grand teacher immediately sensed his agitation, so he didn't beat around the bush.

'In the end, Dyon, it is still just a baby. Although it will still be difficult, as long as she becomes a celestial before giving birth, she can survive.

'Also, since we're all aware of the situation now, we can be of help. Not every form of extending pregnancy is healthy. In fact, it can be highly detrimental to do so. However, that's only in the case where the herbs and pills aren't of a high enough grade. We can delay it for hundreds of years and still have it be healthy.'

Dyon sighed a breath of relief. He had found of recently about Delia's mother and how she extended her pregnancy and how that had almost cost her, her life. But, his grand teacher's words reassured him.

'Additionally, there are two other abilities of heaven's children that I haven't told you that will be of great help.'

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673 Humanity 3

Dyon perked up when he heard this, focusing his attention on his grand teacher's voice.

'The first is that Eli can give other portions of his Heaven's Love through his blood and soul. In fact, his wife should have received portions of it already, this will help with her cultivation greatly. It will also reduce the difficulty of her tribulations when she crosses into sainthood and beyond.

'Through this same vein, if Eli is present, he can pardon you of having to partake in a tribulation at all.'

'What?!' Dyon nearly jumped up from his position.

'You have to be very careful of using this method.' Dyon's grand teacher reminded sternly. He could already tell what Dyon wanted to do. He had refrained from absorbing the energy kernel all this time because of the issue of heavenly tribulations, so the moment he found a way out of it, he wanted to benefit from it immediately. But, as Dyon's grand teacher had said before, everything comes with a price.

'If you use Eli in this way, and if for any reason he is unable to be present during your next tribulation, the heavenly lightning will increase by at least a hundred-fold of what it was before. This becomes ten thousand fold if you use Eli twice, and he is unable to be there for the third time. Do you understand?'

When Dyon heard this, he fell into deep contemplation once again. He knew that Eli could never die, but that didn't mean he couldn't be captured. It also didn't mean that Dyon couldn't be captured too.

Dyon was already aware that sometimes, it just became impossible to suppress cultivation any longer. If he somehow spent an extended period of time away from Eli at the wrong time, things could take a turn for the worse.

'I understand.'

'Good. However, his blood is still useful. It can increase the grade of weapons, pills, even plants. Depending on the quality of the material, of course. Basically, it raises most things to its full potential.

'As you've probably gotten used to it by now, you must understand that there is a limiter on this as well. Depending on the material, the amount of blood necessary varies. If Eli wanted to improve your 33 heaven's weapons, he would need thousands of times the amount of blood in his body right now. So, it's best you stick to the simple things. I'm sure you're smart enough to find a good use that doesn't have your friend in a coma for half his life.'

'You said there were two things, but all of this has been under one big umbrella.'

'The second thing is a bit of understanding by the universe. Those who are blessed with Heaven's Love live for millions of years, but it would be depressing if they wielded no power.

'As such, heaven's children will always have one skill that they transcend others in. You could call them savants, without the mental detriment.

'I'm sure you already know what your friend Eli's ability is.'

Dyon eyes sharpened. 'His affinity for plants and gardening… It's more than a little impressive.'

'I see that you've noticed already. Although you have your array alchemy, not every plant can just be magically conjured up. Or, more accurately, they can't all be conjured up in a state where they're useful to you.

'There are pills that require plants that have been tempered with very specific things that an array alchemy creation formation can't replicate. If you continued to use such a method for your alchemy, you'd eventually reach a bottle neck.'

Dyon understood this point as well. He couldn't very well use his arrays to replicate, say, age. That was the very first thing he thought of. If a pill recipe called for a 1000-year-old plant, it was impossible to replicate such a thing.

This bottle neck also existed for plants nurtured by abyssal cores. Unless Dyon understood the will of that specific abyssal core to the extent of a peak dao, he wouldn't be able to replicate it.

Considering it was impossible to learn every will in existence, especially to such a level, it was obvious what importance plant experts and gardeners had.

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At the moment, the most any pill recipe of Dyon's had asked for was a common level plant. However, as he improved and entered higher ranks, that would change.

Knowing all of this, Dyon sighed in relief. His friend wouldn't fall into a pit of depression, lamenting over his uselessness. In fact, Eli was probably only second to Dyon in importance to their little mini kingdom right now.

There was something else in Dyon's heart that he kept to himself though. On the day that he could look down on everything in existence with disdain, he would remove the shackles the universe placed on his friend and let him soar through the skies.

'But, what about other people with Heaven's Love? Where are they? Wouldn't a quadrant with one of them benefit heavily?'

Dyon was a bit worried. He wouldn't be so naïve as to hope that Eli was the only one of his kind.

'Any that exist would be closely guarded secrets. Any in under the power of an empire, that is. However, in most cases, they are forgotten like your friend Eli.

'Imagine a child being born into a family with poor cultivation talent. What do you think happens to them?'

Dyon immediately understood. In most cases, such a child would be looked down upon, maybe even disowned…

'However, those with Heaven's Love can survive anything. So, when they realize that the years are passing by, and they're somehow not get old, it's only then that they realize that they're special.

'Interestingly enough, there are at least a few hundred heaven's children in existence. So, although it's rare, it's not as rare as some other things. But, because they have no power to defend themselves, they remain in hiding. They definitely should not be underestimated, though. Those few hundred can rival the power of an Emperor God Clan simply by virtue of their otherworldly talent.

'It's likely impossible that you'll ever come across their society. Rather, it is a certainty that they will come across you.'

Dyon's eyes narrowed. Just from this sentence alone, he had already understood many things.

'It's good that you understand.

'These people will not be sympathetic to your and Eli's relationship. In their lives, they've been tossed away, exploited, used. They will never be able to understand that you truly see Eli as a best friend. All they will see is yet another ambitious warrior seeking to use one of their own.

'Do you understand why I warned you now? Unlike those powerful clans that have hidden their heaven's child away, you don't yet have the power to do so. Whenever Eli is out of this tower, he is in danger. In fact, considering the skills of those heaven's children, even this tower can't stop them from taking him away.

'They will find out he exists. Maybe it will take ten years. Maybe a hundred. Maybe a few days. But, they will find out.

'And if you've already accepted Eli's blessing and had him turn away a tribulation for you… Your life will be on the string of a ticking time bomb.'

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674 Humanity 4

Dyon sucked in a deep breath. However, unlike what one would expect, Dyon wasn't disappointed about the fact he'd only be able to 'use' Eli for a short time. What he was, was pissed off.

These people hadn't acted yet, but his grand teacher was telling him that it was practically set in stone that they would.

Since they had already made their decision, Dyon had already made his. He wouldn't allow them to take away his best friend just because they thought they understood what was best for him. Eli had a wife here. A child here. A family here. If they dared to try and rip that apart, even if they were unkillable, Dyon would give them a life worst than death.

Dyon steadied his breathing. It seemed his enemies had increased by one.

'There's just one last thing. My wife's mother, how do I save her?'

Dyon knew he didn't need to explain much. His grand teacher would likely just check Ri's memories to understand the situation.

'That is indeed a tricky situation… For most, they would be helpless. But, you have access to the dao of array alchemy. With it, there are millions of ancient pill recipes that have long since been lost. Along with it also comes plant rearing information that your friend Eli would find very useful.

'The pill you need is a comet level pill. Although, considering the pitiful standards of today, they probably see it as a star level pill.'

Dyon's teacher added this with disdain because he had likely just seen the fact a supposed moon level alchemist in Nora couldn't even make a master level pill.

'Anyway, the pill is known as a Barrier Breaking Pill. Its use isn't limited to just what your mother in law needs it for, but it will be able to help without any side effects.'

'Thank you. Enjoy the show.' Dyon didn't explain his words any further, he just directly got up and headed for the exit of the cultivation room.

Although Dyon couldn't see it, his grand teacher had quite a complicated look on his face. In the end, he managed to call out to Dyon one more time.

'Dyon wait.'

Dyon froze just as he was about to reach the door. His back was straight and almost lonely. But, the beating of his heart told a different story.

'He wasn't my first disciple. He was my second. I can't explain anymore, I can only say that I'm sorry.'

Dyon was silent for a long while. But, in the end, his tight shoulders and back relaxed as he nodded.

Without a word, he left the room.

**

Soon afterward, Dyon sat in a room with his most trusted people. Aside from Delia and Eli, there were his wives and Ava. When news like this had to be explained, he wanted to tell the fewest amount of people possible. But, he knew that Delia and Eli would also need an emotional support structure around them as well.

Delia blushed profusely when Dyon mentioned the fact she was pregnant. And after Eli lovingly berated her for hiding it, he too was quite happy.

However, when Dyon explained the rest of the situation, their emotions seemed to fluctuate wildly thereafter, especially when Dyon mentioned the likelihood of Eli being taken away some time in the future.

"As much as I want to believe in the rationality of people, and that they truly have your best interest at heart, I just can't." Dyon explained. "In all likelihood, they're using the guise of helping you in order to do the very thing they're supposedly fighting against. If not, there would be no reason for them to take you away by force. Things aren't adding up."

Eli's face was ashen, but he still slowly nodded. He saw anyone who would take him away from his wife and child as an enemy.

It was clear to anyone with a brain that this supposed utopia for heaven's children was actually just as ambitious as any other organization. And, considering they couldn't die until their natural time came, who knew just how much planning they had done and just how deep their roots went?

"For now, let's focus on the good." Dyon smiled, patting Eli's shoulder. "It may sound odd, but in a few decades you'll be able to hold your baby in your arms.

"I'll give them a chance first." Dyon's smile disappeared before a dense killing intent drastically lowered the temperature in the room. "But, if they dare to mess around with your happiness, I don't care how many years they've lived or how deep their roots are. I'll crush them and bring you back home."

Eli's eyes glistened as his blood boiled. Dyon was the one person in his life that helped him without needing anything in return. He saved him from Darius Storm, he uplifted the array alchemy faction he loved so much, and he saved his family even knowing it would make him the enemy of three God Clans.

Now, Eli finally had an opportunity to pay Dyon back. He lost count of how many nights of sleep he lost thinking about just how to not be a burden. For the first time in his life, he felt like he had a purpose.

Eli didn't say a word, but his eyes conveyed everything. He and Dyon had a tacit understanding.

Looking around the room, Dyon suddenly felt saddened.

"Over the next twenty years, I'm not sure how often I'll see you all. The trials for the key wielder are no joke, but if I don't do them, I won't be able to have the face to see you guys."

Dyon's voice was a bit hoarse as though the words he spoke were the heaviest in existence.

He knew well that a key wielder had no obligation to take the peak level trials to the climb the tower, however, Dyon had no intention of taking any short cuts. The truth was, he didn't even know if 20 years would be enough for anyone to finish those trials.

He could see the sadness in the eyes of his wives, but he could only pull the three of them into his embrace. Their frames were so small compared to his that he didn't have any issues wrapping his arms around them all.

In the end, Dyon left everything to them. All of his spatial rings, weapons, and cultivation manuals. The only thing he hadn't handled was the Daiyu, but he had long since had Clara and Alidor place arrays on them, so he left them all in the charge of his most trusted people. Although Dyon didn't tell anyone, they would be really helpful to Little Black in the future.

"Big brother, are you going away for a really long time?" Little Lyla's large pink diamond eyes blinked away tears as she wrapped her small arms around Dyon's kneeling figure.

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"I'll come back stronger for you, okay? I'll make sure no one makes you cry again."

Little Lyla didn't say anything, but she couldn't stop rubbing her small and soft cheeks into Dyon's neck, staining him with tears.

"Make sure to listen to the old man, okay? He'll make you strong."

"Mhm." Little Lyla managed to squeeze a sound out between her sobs.

After a few minutes, Ri had pry the sobbing Lyla away, which only made Dyon's heart hurt more. He knew well that he was Lyla's first connection to the world outside of her late parents, she relied on him heavily. But, he repaid her by leaving for months at a time with little to not explanation. And now, it would likely be for years.

With the maturity Lyla shows, they sometimes forgot that she was just a 7-year-old little girl. Regardless of what her talent or future held, she had to be treated as such.

Soon afterward, Dyon knelt in front of Little Zaire who was rubbing his reddened eyes and trying not to cry.

"One day, you'll be an Emperor," Dyon smiled, pulling his little brother into his embrace. "But for now, make sure to enjoy your childhood, okay? Let big brother handle everything. When you're ready, we'll rule the world together."

When Zaire heard this, he couldn't hold it in anymore and started sobbing himself.

With those last words said and that last hug given, Dyon disappeared.

Dyon didn't know it now, but over the next few decades, these last cherished moments with his loved ones would be all he had left to cling to his humanity.

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675 First Trial 1

Dyon soon stood in a vague world, filled with dense black fog. The only thing that filled his vision with any sort of light were seven doors, seeping dense fog of their own, but also illuminated by a faint dark gold light around their edges.

There wasn't much thought for Dyon to understand just what these doors were, after all, he had been preparing himself for this ever since he learned the secret of the Epistemic Tower.

The left most four doors were levels available to non-key wielders. They were split into Viscount, Earl, Marquesses and Duke. It didn't take much of a stretch to understand just why those Dukes and Duchesses were so proud of their talent. Aside from key wielders, they had successfully weathered to trials of the peak most trials available.

However, Dyon didn't spare a single second on these doors. The truth of the matter was that he had no obligation to enter the key wielder doors, but would he really be Dyon Sacharro if he took it easy on himself? No. He hadn't thought of doing so for even a moment.

The right most three doors had grasped Dyon's attention the most. These were split into King… Emperor… And God.

According to Dyon's knowledge, it was actually possible for non-key wielders to enter the King and Emperor doors. However, they had to first pass the Duke doors sufficiently. And, obviously, if they wanted to enter the Emperor doors, they would have to pass the King trials sufficiently. Only a key wielder could completely circumvent such requirements.

However, the God doors were different. No matter what you did as a normal Epistemic Tower participant, you could not enter any God related events without a key. If you reached the Emperor ranks, your only option would be to challenge your quadrant's key wielder.

It was also possible to challenge the key wielder of another quadrant, but the rules and restrictions for doing so made it much more difficult. As such, it was a rare occurrence.

Taking a deep breath, Dyon settled his emotions.

The softness in his heart became rigid. His pulse steadied. His hazel eyes darkened.

He stood there as dark fog seemed to engulf him. A man with nothing but the clothes on his back and a black wrist band that no longer responded to his calls.

Normal individuals took their everything to pass these trials. In fact, if one entered any one of these doors, expecting it to be easy, only death of their body and spirit awaited them. And yet, Dyon planned to do so without his wills, energy cultivation, or soul.

Some would see this as a foolish move. In fact, even Dyon didn't know if this would necessarily be smart. But, he knew that if he wanted to build his dao heart to follow his own path, compromising because of difficulty was something he couldn't do.

An hour passed before the Dyon capable of hugging his little siblings disappeared. What was left was a man absorbed in his hatred and his singular pursuit of strength.

Dyon's dark eyes looked up, his gaze tearing through the void and landing on the God door.

In the next instant, Dyon appeared before it, pushing apart the large and heavy doors.

All he left to the outside world was a lonely back etched with intricate tattoos.

Dyon's grand teacher watched this from afar, finally understanding just what Dyon meant by a show. It truly wasn't often that one stepped up to the God level trials, but to do so in Dyon's state was another level of insanity all together.

'I can't do much for you… But, I can at least make sure that your soul doesn't act up in the mean time… Good luck.'

**

Within the tower, there were 9 floors for foundation stage levels, and 12 for every cultivation level beyond. However, this only mattered for non-key wielder trials. In those cases, there would be a new challenge to meet for every floor.

In Dyon's case, and in the case of anyone taking a King or above trial, there were only 5 tasks to deal with. That said, anyone with common sense would understand that these trials were not easier just because of their lesser number.

The moment Dyon walked in, his vision was blinded as the gate automatically noted that his bone age was 18 years old. Taking this into account, it automatically adjusted the difficulty of the trials to scale appropriately before sending Dyon into his very first trial.

When the lights cleared and Dyon could finally see his surroundings, he was surprised to find himself in a maze.

He stood at the very center with oddly placed and curved walls all around him. There seemed to be six choices for his starting point, each completely identical to the other. It was safe to say that there was no obvious choice of maze entrance.

The atmosphere was dark, and although Dyon's first idea was to try and soar above the maze walls, he found that when he leaped up hundreds of meters using the strength of his legs, the walls increased in height along with him. When he unleashed his wings and tried to out pace the walls, they seemed to have an endless ability to increase in speed.

It was truly frustrating. The walls never increased in height any more than they needed to, so Dyon was caught in a cycle of just barely being able to peak over, but never quite being able to.

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It was clear that for this trial, no cheating would be allowed.

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676 First Trial 2

After understanding this point, Dyon didn't hesitate. He immediately picked a random direction and entered the maze. With his every movement, he etched more and more of the maze into his mind.

He had to admit that the mental fatigue of doing such a thing without the support of his soul was exceedingly high. It seemed it had taken for granted the kind of replenishing effect the soul could have on his mind and its stamina. It was no wonder that he could always be so focused, he had his soul to thank.

Unfortunately, his soul was now locked away, and a trial that would have been easy beyond belief to him before, had suddenly become a life or death stake. If he couldn't make it out of here, what would happen? He couldn't exactly use an 'exit' button as though this was a video game.

The terms were clear. There was only a chance to give up between trials and between individual trial challenges. Never during continuous trials.

To that end, whether Dyon was stuck in here forever, or if he found the exit, all of this was up to him.

Even worse, if he wanted to complete this trial perfectly, he would have to do so within a certain time limit. This would affect his rewards.

Some trials had time limits, while others had completion percentages. However, what Dyon didn't know was that the time limit to complete this maze and achieve a perfect score displayed just how difficult it was.

No one would ever think that the God trials were easy. In fact, one could say that they were impossible. And to achieve perfect rewards from them? Such a thing was as difficult as ascending the heavens.

And yet, the time limit for a perfect prize for this maze was… Ten years.

**

Dyon sprinted without rest. His eyes darted from left to right, constantly scanning his surroundings.

Not only was he calculating the distance he had run, he was also simultaneously drawing a map of the routes he had chosen and the ones he had ignored.

Without a real direction, Dyon decided to go with conventional wisdom and assume that the exit was on the outside since he had started directly in the middle.

It had, of course, occurred to Dyon that he had no real way of knowing he had started in the middle considering what the walls had put him through, but that was a possibility he saved at the back of his mind. He wouldn't forget it. In fact, he was constantly picking up clues to decide whether or not his hypotheses were correct, but at the moment, it didn't seem important one way or another.

This trial, though, was quite a surprise to Dyon. Although he had a lot of information about the Epistemic Tower, one that was wholly lacking was information on the trials themselves. When he had asked his grand teacher, he had remained mum about it.

So, for the first trial to be one of intellect, was surprising.

However, despite not knowing the time limit, Dyon could tell that it must be very long with all of the subtle clues he was picking up on.

A martial artist could live without food for years, even decades at Dyon's level. And, that's assuming that they absorb no energy. And yet, Dyon could feel a constant stream of energy flowing into him to stave off his hunger. This meant only one thing: the trial was possibly long enough for even martial artists to feel hunger to the point of death.

That aside, there was another thing that Dyon noticed. At the moment, the trial was much too straight forward.

Yes, it was true that there were easily thousands of paths, and yes, it wasn't necessarily easy to remember all of them. But, one had to remember that martial artists were able to birth photographic memories within themselves as they improved in their cultivation.

Dyon had already realized that as long as he measured his distance run, and constantly paired it with the map he was memorizing, it would only be a matter of time before he reach the very edge of the maze.

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The concept was simple. All Dyon had to do was maintain his sense of direction and constantly sprint away from the center. If he reached a dead end, he would only have to back track, use a route he hadn't chosen, and continue pushing forward.

Eventually, the map of unused routes he had memorized would merge with his used routes, something made possible by his diligently keeping track of distance and length of routes, and as such, he could constantly ensure that he was moving toward the edge with the most efficiency possible.

There was also a second benefit to this. Because he was keeping track of distance, and also trying his best to maintain either forward or lateral movement, with very little backward movement, he could also begin to measure whether or not he truly began in the middle.

The reasoning was simple. As Dyon moved laterally, assuming the maze followed a circular pattern as dictated by its curved walls, he could judge whether he was moving further forward or not depending on the lateral movement. Essentially, if he found that he could only move forward easily if he coupled it with a left lateral movement, then it was likely that he had started to the right of the maze. The vice versa was also true.

What would this mean? It meant that if he found it easier to move forward when moving laterally in one particular direction, he wasn't actually making his way to edge. Instead, he was making his way to the center! This was because if he started to the edge to begin with, there would be more options in one direction versus another unless he was magically moving straight for the edge.

The question Dyon would have to answer for himself was whether or not this was good. Should he be making his way to the center? Or should he be making his way to the edge?

When dealing with a trial with no instructions, Dyon followed his instincts, immediately choosing the tougher rode. The moment he noticed that it was in fact easier to move forward when he shifted leftward, Dyon began to bias his lateral movement back to right.

When he noticed it became easier to move forward when moving laterally to the right, he again changed his tactics and biased his lateral movements to the left. All this meant was that he had gone too far right and was on the other edge of his starting point.

Dyon's mind worked on overdrive, tearing the maze apart with his gaze as days became weeks, and weeks became months.

If one had to describe Dyon's intelligence, they wouldn't have the words to do so. As Dyon's grand teacher watched from above, he almost doubted himself. Did he make the God trial too easy? Ridiculous. Dyon was simply a monster. A normal individual wouldn't have even considered the fact their starting point was the middle until years had flown by, and yet Dyon did within the first few minutes!

If this was even the Emperor level trial, Dyon would have completed it in a month! If he had his soul strength, even a week would be too long!

However, this trial wasn't over just yet.

As months became a year, then a year and a half, the mental fatigue began to wear on even Dyon.

He had been sprinting none stop for almost two years, but that wasn't the issue. The energy of the world replenished him constantly so that the physical aspects of this trial were done away with completely. But, Dyon's focus was waning. Even his vision threatened to blur.

Without his soul strength to energize his mind, it was a miracle that he had lasted even this long. It was a testament to the strength of mind his soul had built for him before it was forcibly locked away.

At seemingly his lowest point, something occurred that made Dyon laugh bitterly. After almost two years in this dark maze, he had almost hoped that this wouldn't happen. But, who knew that this trial would wait until he was on his last legs to pull this trick.

Just as Dyon moved to enter an opening in the wall, it shifted. Dyon skidded to a halt, watching as the maze and ground beneath his feet whirred to life with a dull look in his eyes.

The entire map that Dyon had spent the past two years memorizing and clinging onto for dear life was now useless.

He had no idea where he was. Maybe he was deposited right in the center? Maybe he was near the edge and didn't even know it?

He could always start again, but he couldn't help but feel that all of his progress meant absolutely nothing. Not to mention the fact there was no guarantee that the walls wouldn't shift again…

The God trial had finally bared its fangs.

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677 First Trial 3

Just as Dyon was about to think through what his next step should be, an unexpected notification sounded in his years that sounded a lot like his grand teacher trying to sound grand an imposing.

'The first stage of the trial has been complete. Would you like to quit and accept the appropriate rewards, or continue on to the second and final stage?'

To anyone else, these words would have seemed simple and meaningless. In fact, many might choose to quit. However, when Dyon heard these words, his eyes glistened and his focus sharpened.

Firstly, it told him that he was correct. The goal of the trial was to move outward, not inward. If not, then he wouldn't have completed the first stage.

Secondly, it completely eliminated the need for him to sit and wait to see if the walls would move again just when he was on the cusp of something. It was clear that this second stage had to do with the constant shifting of the walls, as such, it was named stage two. Stage one was a still maze, and stage two was a shifting one. Simple. And not so simple. All at once.

Dyon stood silently, quietly observing the shifting walls and ground. He didn't move an inch, but the calculations speeding through his mind told a different story.

This was a trial. As such, it had to follow a set of rules that might not necessarily be true in real life.

If this was the maze of a legacy world, the expert who built the world would have no obligation to stick to any rules. Although they'd never find a successor using such cruel methods, some experts were too selfish to pass on their teachings to begin with.

However, since this wasn't a legacy world, Dyon completely through out the possibility that the movements of walls were random. There had to be a pattern somewhere and it was up to him to find it.

You could imagine a circular maze as structure similar to what you'd see after slicing an onion in half. The only difference was that the layers had dips and turns an onion wouldn't have, and this was exactly what Dyon was observing right now. This was, of course, in addition to the fact that those layers seemed to be moving independently of each other.

The first thing Dyon observed almost immediately was that the layer beyond him had movement he could separate relative to the layer he stood in.

This immediately let Dyon know that not every wall was moving in the same direction and not every wall was moving at the same speed. It was very clear that the closer Dyon got to the edge, the faster the walls moved, and the closer to the center he approached, the slower the walls moved before they likely stopped all together.

Dyon had unwittingly stepped into the crux of the trial again. The solution was obvious. It didn't matter where he was now or where the maze's shifting was bringing him, as long as he used his observational abilities to continue toward the faster moving segments, he would be going in the right direction.

However, that was when Dyon decided to do something that would baffle anyone else. By all rights, the most logical thing to do would be, seemingly, to continue forward as quickly as possible. But, Dyon directly sat down, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Surprisingly, when Dyon's grand teacher saw this, another bitter smile spread across his features, 'You little monster.'

Hours passed by, and then days. Dyon continued to sleep, allowing his body to ride the waves of the moving ground.

He didn't think of anything. In fact, he went out of his way to empty his mind completely.

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Unknowingly, Dyon was reaching a state only the prime levels of experts could hope to touch. Before this, Dyon biggest problem was his inability to make effective use of his soul prowess. As a result of his soul strength, seeing through the attacks of opponents was incredibly easy, when dealing with those at his level, they seemed particularly slow. However, the problem was that even with this being true, his body could not react fast enough to make efficient use of this ability. Essentially, Dyon had an excess amount of power he was incapable of using.

The truth of the matter was that there was no easy way to fix this. Although his soul was now sealed away, and his body had an opportunity to catch up, he would only be treating the symptom and not the root problem.

While having fast computational abilities was important, which warrior wouldn't want to have even quicker insights? Dyon's soul was exact that, however it would always be limited. So what was the solution? Ironically… The answer Dyon settled on was making those computational abilities even faster.

If his body couldn't react, give it more time to react. If his opponents attacks were slow, make them even slower. If his mind was too powerful, make it even more powerful.

Dyon's abilities were shifting from the ability to read and react, to the ability to predict.

Understanding this, Dyon realized that the only prize of these trials weren't just the rewards at the end. No. Each one taught you something.

With each passing moment, Dyon mind was evolving.

His foresight, intelligence, and reasoning ability were all amplifying to the levels of a God.

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678 First Trial 4

Weeks passed by as Dyon silently meditated. He had long since recovered his stamina, but he was seemingly waiting for something.

The ground beneath his feet shifted faster and faster as the walls of the maze continued to blend. There was no doubt that an element of danger was now very much present.

When Dyon had attempted to fly over the top of the walls, that had obviously not worked. So, what would the next logical step be? Wouldn't it be to test to see whether the walls could be broken through? After all, if Dyon could simply burst through without memorizing a thing, it would be the easiest method by far.

However, as one might expect, when Dyon attempted to do this, he found the material of the maze walls to be easily of higher quality than his puppets! The sheer amount of wealth needed to construct such a place was something Dyon couldn't even fathom even with his vast knowledge and intelligence. It was simply an astronomical number.

One had to know that Dyon's puppets were made of material so sturdy that it was difficult for even a dao formation expert to harm it, and that was without any energy filtering through it at all! When Elder Daiyu shattered his 4th stage celestial puppet, it was because the arrays within it were destroyed by him first, as such, the armor could only protect its own self. And yet, even in that case, it was difficult to break.

But, this maze was completely different. Not only was the material of a higher grade, considering the energy that was constantly feeding into Dyon to stave off his hunger, and the fact the entire maze was moving, one could imagine the amount of energy available to it!

All of this taken into account, it was simply impossible for Dyon to even think of scratching these maze walls.

Initially, one might not see the problem with this, especially since the walls themselves were stationary when this trial began. However, weren't they moving now?

In order to move forward, Dyon would have no choice but to run through these moving walls as they continuously got faster and faster. Even at the point he stood now, the walls were already moving at nearly 100 km/h. Just what speed would the achieve near the end?

And yet, Dyon sat cross legged, waiting. Not moving a single inch as the walls around him and the ground continuously moved faster.

100 km/h. 150 km/h. 200 km/h…

199.9999… km/h…

Dyon's eyes snapped opened, his wings unfurling the very instant he felt the speed dip down by even the most minute of measures.

Dyon instantly became a blur. Although his wings were no longer supported by his soul strength, the prowess of his body was enough to reach unreal speeds.

His body twisted in the air, turning at impossible angles, narrowly dodging the constantly moving walls that threatened his life.

There was a method to Dyon's madness, of course. The moment the maze started to move, Dyon immediately made the observation that further layers moved faster than the layer he stood on. However, this was not all he observed.

Although it was subtle, Dyon also noticed a slight deceleration in the pace the layer he stood on was moving. In fact, the change was so subtle that even Dyon's grand teacher couldn't help but praise him for noticing it so quickly.

When Dyon noticed this, he decided to take a gamble.

After Dyon realized that layers closer to the edge moved faster relative to other layers, the obvious observation was that since his layer was slowly down, that meant it was moving toward the center. And yet, Dyon decided to not move at all!

This would seem like the worst thing to do in this situation. What if the maze was trying to undo all of the work you had done? Shouldn't you immediately try and fight against it as soon as possible?

However, Dyon thought beyond that. Considering the maze was circular, judging by the curve of its walls, doesn't that mean that there was a likelihood that after it finished slowing down, it would then pick back up in speed? And when it reached its peak speed, wouldn't that mean that Dyon was closer to the edge than he had ever been before?

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Dyon knew that this was a gamble. There was always the chance that once the layer he was in reached 0 km/h, that it would just stop, leaving Dyon stranded in the middle. But, Dyon's perception and guts told him different.

So, Dyon sat in meditation, paying attention to every minute change in the maze, and once he realized layers behind him were speed up, he knew made the right choice.

Although Dyon didn't know it now, he had traded in weeks of waiting time for 20 years.

The truth was that the time limit of 10 years for the perfect prize should have been impossible to grasp unless you saw through the maze perfectly. Since the size of the maze was decided on the age of the one who entered, it was always adjusted such that it would take 25 years to complete. But, not only had Dyon completed the 5-year segment in a mere year and a half, he had completed the 20-year segment in three months!

Dyon's speed burst to another level. There was no joy in his eyes when he saw the exit. He never expected to fail, and he never once felt any form of despair, as such, why would he feel happy?

The only thought in Dyon's mind was the second trial. This time, it would be a test of his intellect and his strength.

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679 Change 1

In an unknown inner world, the beautiful painting of a divine scenery was elegantly painted.

Thousands of flowers spanned across a field of lush green grass, each dripping with rich fragrances and the smallest droplets of water that reflected the high hanging sun.

The river nearby was so clear that one could see to the bottom. Getting lost watching the koi fish swim about was a normal occurrence for anyone who stumbled upon this Holy Land. However, one might not know how rare such an event would be. The ruler of this land wasn't one to take kindly to any encroachment on his territory.

Following along the river and immaculate flowers, one would eventually reach a water fall that fell with weight far surpassing was a normal saint could withstand, and yet when it made contact with the river below, not only was there not splash, it was completely quiet… The only sound for hundreds of miles was the gently flowing river and the swaying of the grass by the wind.

Within the water fall, sat a young man, bearing the overbearing weight of the waterfall on his shoulders as though it was a trickle of rain. One might assume that this young man must at least be a celestial to do this so easily, but the truth of the matter was that he had only just stepped into the ranks of sainthood, having opened 8 meridians in the process!

Suddenly, the eyes of the young man snapped open, his gaze tearing through the falling water and into the distance.

A deadly killing intent suppressed the beauty of the atmosphere, causing the once clear sky to roll into a storm, rumbling with dark, massive cumulonimbus clouds.

The eyes of this young man weren't to be trifled with. They looked like two burning sapphires, laced with whites and blues that were only interrupted by the darkness provided by the slits of his pupils.

It was truly difficult to tell whether this young man was a beast or human. But, what was clear was that he was a worthy enemy, one that was currently pissed off that others had invaded his private territory.

In the distance, easily tens of miles away, a singular man trembled, immediately dropping to his knees and slamming his head into the ground.

Anyone seeing this scene would be confused beyond belief. The man was miles away, and yet didn't dare to take another step forward simply because the eyes of a young man hundreds of years younger than him had opened his eyes.

The skies continued to darken, rolling in agitation as a peel of lightning tore through the skies, followed closely by a rumbling thunder so profound that the earth itself trembled.

"Speak." The young man's voice rumbled along with the thunder. He didn't like being interrupted, but for this person to dare come here, even at the risk of his own life, he understood that something of unprecedented importance had occurred.

"I apologize for intruding, esteemed young master Falkor, but there is something that requires your attention."

The young man remained silent. He knew he didn't need to repeat himself. There were very few things he would allow anyone to interrupt him for. As such, the kneeling man should also understand that if this information wasn't at least as important as those things, he was dead.

"There's been movement on the rankings."

A formless pressure flashed down from the skies, slamming into the back of the kneeling man.

His spine threatened to snap on impact. It was impossible to maintain his kneeling position as his body was laid flush against the ground.

The earth cracked, sinking the man further into it. It seemed like the young man was intent of crushing this subordinate to paste.

Why would he care about normal ranking changes? Was he really being interrupted for such a thing? If his faction wasn't being attacked by those he deemed as worthy opponents, he didn't care!

"Young master, please!" The man struggled, projecting his voice outward. "It's not a normal ranking, it's movement on the rankings of the God trials!"

When the young man heard this, he paused. Maybe he had acted too rashly, this was indeed worthy news.

Movement on the rankings only meant one thing: that someone new had just completed at least 3 or 4 God trials.

Never would the young man think such a thing would be possible after completing only a single trial. After all, what kind of concept was it for someone to change the rankings after only completing 20% of the trials themselves? That would mean their performance on one trial was so overwhelming that they already ranked higher than those who completed the trials in their entirety!

This possibility never crossed the young man's mind. However, when he heard the next peace of information, the possibilities he had thrown out of the window had suddenly come back in full force.

"Young master, that is not all. There is also movement on the first record tablet."

"What?"

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The man trembled from his pathetic position, feeling the anger of the young man. For there to only be movement on the first record tablet only meant one thing. Whoever this one had only completed a single trial!

"Young master…"

"Speak." Falkor was losing patience.

"He… H – He beat the previous top record for the Eternity Maze by 9 years."

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680 Change 2

The new information sent waves not only through the God level key wielders, but through their factions and quadrants as well.

One had to know, for anyone to even attempt the God level trial was a rare occurrence. Of course, there would always be a couple dozen per generation to try. After all, they were all arrogant in their strength. How could they not think that they had the ability their predecessors didn't have? However, for one to actually cause a change in the God trial rankings was ridiculous in its own right.

The truth was that the God rankings only contained those who had no transcended. However, the record rankings contained the top 100 of all time. This meant that from the very beginning of the existence of the Epistemic Tower, Dyon had beaten the very best by almost a decade! Even now, there were only three current key wielders who were in the tower currently who had made it onto the exclusive list… Well, now the number was two…

The name Demon Sage Dyon Sacharro etched itself into first place, standing domineeringly above the Eternity Maze rankings.

However, this wasn't the only surprising thing. It wasn't surprising that no one had heard the name Demon Sage Dyon Sacharro before. After all, with the trillions upon trillions of warriors across the quadrants, who could boast in knowing every family or clan name in existence? So, simply not recognizing the Sacharro name meant little. What was surprising was the change on the quadrant rankings!

The name of the Celestial Quadrant had been dragged through the mud. After the destruction of the Celestial Deer Sect, the storied quadrant that had once stood domineeringly within the top 20 had slowly been forgotten by history.

This may sound unimpressive, but one must remember that the number of quadrants used to number in the thousands. Of course, now only the most powerful remained. After all, they had to survive the onslaught of the Dark Phoenixes.

All in all, the Celestial Quadrant used to be a quadrant the stood at the top of the cosmos. However, in recent years, it gathered dust at the hundredth spot, not producing even a single genius. In fact, no one had heard word from its key wielder.

Just when everyone had begun to forget this quadrant, it suddenly shot upwards, not stopping until it stabilized itself at the 81st spot.

A move of such magnitude, how could it be missed?! For a single person to contribute enough to outweigh the effort of 19 quadrants alone, it could be seen just how overpowering Dyon's debut into this world was.

That said, with every success, there would always be jealousy and envy. How could anyone fully respect a faceless man? To those in the tower, Dyon had been too scared to show his face before, and only now made waves before he would enter hiding again. They acknowledged his talent, but disparaged his character.

However, those who were more intelligent saw a different story. What if there had been no key wielder for the Celestial Quadrant at all until this Dyon Sacharro appeared? Wouldn't that mean in as little as half a century more, he would step onto this floor and face them all? The ranks of the God key wielders now had one more, and at the moment, he stood atop them all.

There were two individuals though whose eye contracted when they noticed the Celestial Quadrant name shoot upwards.

Hela Ragnor. A woman with a dark and sensual kind of beauty.

Her voluptuous breasts were so large that she didn't bother to form her armor around them entirely, instead, they covered the bottom half, just barely covering her soft pink nipples. She truly gave an all new meaning to cleavage.

Her blond hair was long and bright, completely contrasting her sleek black and tight-fitting armor. She was also tall. Standing at more than 6ft, her long snow-white legs were almost all anyone could focus on.

Hela had only just recovered from the injuries of her celestial tribulation. So, she had been clearing the final challenges of the top saint floor before she continued onward to the lowest celestial floor. After all, she had an Emperor God Clan backing her although those of her sect weren't fully aware.

This wouldn't be too eye catching. The requirement to step onto celestial floors was to have Royal God Clan backing. Even the weakest members of an Emperor God Sect would have such credentials. So, no one would question how Hela got them.

However, when she realized that her home universe had moved up in the rankings, she wasn't so shallow of naïve to believe that she was the reason. Nor did she think that it was first saint son either. If it was them, they would have made an impact a long time ago. And yet, even with the two of them working, their impact was too minimal although they had both become Dukes. In fact, one of Hela's current goals was to tackle the King trials.

'I need to report this… Whoever this Dyon Sacharro is…' Hela's blue eyes flashed with a cold light. 'You'll have to pay a price for making a fool of the Ragnor family.'

Elsewhere, first saint son had reached the very same conclusion as Hela. That said, they both understood the problems their anger would cause.

This Dyon was a no name to them. This meant that there was no way he came from one of the three main clans.

The Ragnors controlled 29 universes. The Pakals controlled 30. The Uidah controlled 24. This meant that there were 17 universes completely unaccounted for, and they couldn't be searched in a short time.

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This may sound like a small amount, but even Dyon's universe, which was only connected to a single other, had 5 gates. Universes nearer to the middle of the quadrant could be connected to even up to half a dozen universes, making for at least 30-40 gates. Such a number to check, while also have to fight, was ridiculous!

Of course, there was also the possibility that their enemy clans were hiding the fact they had found the tower, which increased the number from 17, to however many universes they didn't control.

Even worse, none of this accounted for the perks a key wielder would have in protection. They knew they'd have no chance to see this Dyon Sacharro until he was forced to step into levels that required King God Clan verification.

This all meant one thing: If they wanted to find this Dyon, it would have to be in this very inner world!

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681 Change 3

Although Dyon had made himself some more enemies, he had also made some people very happy.

A 12-year-old girl clapped happy, ecstatic when she saw Dyon's name. One might think that this was Dyon's little sister, Lyla. However, the truth of the matter was that this was a former member of the 6 beauties, Saru Shruti!

If Dyon knew how right he was about how young Saru was, he would only be able to laugh bitterly. This time line meant that at the time Dyon fought her, she was just 8 years old!

Now, however, she had no obligation to hide her identity, so, she had reverted back to her true appearance.

Currently, she was an adorable little girl wearing an Indian style dress. Her skin was a delicate and soft brown, but her eyes were a clear blue, giving her an ethereal presence even with her young age. One could tell that in the future, her disguised appearance didn't do her true beauty justice at all. She would definitely be a world toppling woman.

"Daddy! Didn't I tell you about him? I told you, I told you!" Saru had completely lost the air of a princess she held during the World Tournament. Instead, she was a little girl being looked upon by an imposing man who somehow still had a gentle look in his eye.

Currently, they were in a throne room encircled by ministers of the kingdom. They were supposed to be describing battle plans for the skirmishes against the kitsune, but instead, Saru had come sprinting in looking incredibly adorable.

Emperor Shruti didn't have the heart to berate his daughter, so he simply laughed and picked her up to place in his lap. However, his daughter's next words caused lines of black to surface on his forehead.

"Remember? Remember? I told you my future husband was great!"

Empress Shruti giggled, pinching her daughter's cheeks and taking her away from her husband.

"Little Saru, what do you mean future husband? I thought we agreed that there would be no more talks of this?"

The surrounding ministers tried their best to hold their laughter in, but they were failing miserably.

"You said that he was too weak, but look!" Saru said defiantly, pointing to the intricate metal array plate in her hand.

Emperor Shruti was at first uninterested in the new argument his daughter was making, but when his eyes swept over the plate, they couldn't help but sharpen.

"This… You said you know who this boy is?" Emperor Shruti nearly lost control of his voice.

Seeing her husband act in such a way, Empress Shruti couldn't help but look at the plate herself. But, what she saw shocked her just as much as her husband.

"You see? You can't say I'm too young either because by the time he finishes his trials I'll be of age too! I thought he was dead, but my husband is clearly too great to die!" Saru giggled to herself triumphantly.

Saru remembered what happened four years ago when she had made it home. She had begged her father to go and help Dyon. But, how could Emperor Shruti agree to such a thing? In the end, even the lovable Saru didn't speak to her father for months.

Emperor Shruti reigned in his emotions before sighing, "You have to understand that this only means his future will be more dangerous. From what you've told us, he has no backing at all. How is he going to build a faction in the inner world? Do you think the other God key wielders will sit by idly? There's a reason building up your real world presence is a mandatory part of climbing the tower."

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Saru pouted, "Don't you understand what it means for him to be alive right now daddy? It means he survived a fight against a celestial!"

Emperor Shruti frowned. "Or, that celestial won easily and is using him now. Remember, a celestial means nothing to the full power of the quadrants."

Unfortunately for Saru, she had no rebuttal to this. She had no way of knowing what happened after she left, for all she knew, her father was right. And, as much as she wanted to go and check, it would soon be her turn to take the trials. Her 13th birthday was coming up soon, so her father would finally let her become the first Shruti to become a God key wielder. If she wanted to be ready for that, she couldn't do any travelling…

In all likelihood, this meant the earliest time she could meet Dyon would be 100 years from now since that was the average amount of time the God trials took.

"Mommy?"

"Yes darling?" Empress Shruti smiled, stroking her daughter's dark cascading hair.

"If he takes first place in all of the rankings, you'll let me marry him, right?"

Empress Shruti giggled, "Only a man so great is good enough for my little girl."

Hearing this Emperor Shruti sighed in relief. There was no way this Dyon Sacharro could do such a thing. This was the equivalent of his daughter silently giving up.

Although Emperor Shruti appreciated Dyon's talent, there was a reason why backing was so important. Dyon marrying Saru, regardless of his talent, would mean the Shruti would be taking on the burden of protecting him. Although they were a top 30 quadrant, that was because of their power coupled with the kitsune's.

Emperor Shruti wasn't scared of anyone in existence when it came to a one on one battle. But, in terms of overall kingdom strength, he knew very well that he was lacking. The constant wars with the Kitsune were largely to blame, but excuses meant nothing to anyone.

Unfortunately for Emperor Shruti, he didn't understand his daughter enough. Saru didn't say this to give up, she had just already built an unshakeable confidence in Dyon.

One could imagine the kind of heartbreak this would cause for others in the future for her suitors.

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682 Change 4

If Dyon knew about this, he would only be able to laugh bitterly. When did he agree to marry Saru? However, if he heard Emperor Shruti's sigh of relief, it's suffice to say that his competitive spirit would flair up.

When Ri, Clara and Madeleine finally understood Dyon's lust first hand, they had felt a guilt weigh on their hearts. Dyon hadn't wanted such a thing to happen, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

That said, just because his wives' guilt had catalyzed their acceptance of concubines, that didn't mean Dyon would act on it if he could help it. As of now, his only focus were these trials.

Dyon whizzed by the final barrier, spinning his body to once again narrowly avoid a maze wall that was easily moving at hundreds of kilometers per hour.

A sigh filled Dyon's mind as he stepped into a room filled with pedestals.

'What was the point of asking your friend Zabia if 3000 could survive the top saint floor if you were just going to cause such a storm anyway?' Dyon's grand teacher grumbled.

Truthfully, Dyon had no idea how much he had beaten the record by. In fact, he wasn't aware that he had broken one at all. But, when he heard the words of his grand teacher, he assumed that that must have been what happened.

'As long as they think I'm alone for now, it doesn't matter too much to me.' Dyon responded while scanning the room. It was filled with all sorts of interesting treasures. 'You conned me, didn't you?'

'I have no idea what you mean.' Dyon's grand teacher said innocently.

However, Dyon didn't buy it, because right now, his eyes were trained on a pair of meridian tempered to the celestial level. The bobbing form of light would have escaped his notice if it wasn't for the label on its pedestal.

Of course, it was impossible for just anyone to absorb such a set of meridians. Dyon had almost died absorbing simple meridian formation level meridians.

This reward was for those who had reached the celestial stage, but were worried about not becoming a first grade warrior. After all, it became more and more difficult the higher you climbed in your cultivation. Because the meridians were tempered with celestial level Gama, cultivation was guaranteed to reach 108 filled meridians, something that was only accomplished by a handful of people through all 100 quadrants. So, one can understand just how valuable this reward was. The question was, why did Dyon say he was conned?

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'The difficulty of that first trial is definitely easier than perfectly mastering the aurora technique. And yet you only gave me a set of meridian formation meridians as a reward. How is that not conning me?'

Dyon remembered very clearly that his grand teacher had to follow the rules of the tower, he couldn't just arbitrarily hand out rewards. Essentially, he was bound by similar laws to the Dragon King. Both had to follow the laws of the treasure they resided in, which was why the Dragon King couldn't betray Dyon even if it wanted to.

Therefore, when Dyon was given his meridians to circumvent the seal placed on him, his grand teacher had justified it as a reward for completely mastering his aurora. But, that reward fell far short of what Dyon deserved for such a feat!

'Pft, you were born with a perfect aurora, how can that be the same thing?'

'Hmm…'

For the first time, Dyon's response made his grand teacher uncomfortable. It was a weird experience for him, not being able to read the minds of non-transcendents, that is.

'You realize the affinity I have for weapons, right?' Dyon said slyly.

'Yes?..' Dyon's grand teacher knew about Dyon subduing the Dragon King.

'Aren't your precious Epistemic Towers exactly that?' Dyon's gaze pierced through the void as he leisurely walked around the room.

'You wouldn't.'

'I can and I would. Unless I get some proper compensation.' Dyon said slowly.

'This is extortion.'

'That's exactly right.'

'Fine. You can choose two peak level rewards from this room then.'

Dyon smirked, before a serious expression replaced his features. He knew that all he had to do was find the core of the tower in order to claim it as his own. The fact of the matter was that his affinity for weapons was too overwhelming. However, he also knew that the core of such a treasure would be in the hardest place to reach, which was definitely the top floor… A place only accessible to half step transcendents.

'I'll take all of my rewards after I complete all of the trials. If I accumulate merits, will I have access to even better rewards?' Dyon was quite interested in collecting more soul type 33 heaven weapons. He was also interested in seeing the body type ones as well. As for the energy type ones, they were his lowest priority.

'You are thinking of those 33 weapons, aren't you? Even transcendents want those things, yet you have 3. 4 if you include the fact the Dragon King doesn't lose out to them at all. Aren't you being a little too greedy?'

'Actually, I'm being magnanimous. You and I both know that the soul type 33 heaven weapons want nothing more than to bow to me.' As Dyon spoke, he walked to the exit, arrogance dripping from his voice. What Dyon didn't say was that with his improved body talent, 22 of the 33 weapons would drop everything to be by his side.

Dyon's grand teacher just shook his head and let Dyon go.

What Dyon didn't know was that even if he was the most uninterested in energy type 33 heaven weapons, there was one in particular that he soon be heavily reliant upon.

Luckily for Dyon though, the soul type 33 Heaven weapons were the ones with the highest requirements for usage. As such, they rarely accepted masters and were likely ownerless. As for whether the Epistemic Tower had them, only time would tell.

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683 Second Trial 1

Dyon's vision blurred, causing him to blink profusely. When he could finally make out his surroundings, he found that the first thing to overwhelm him wasn't the sights, but rather the ridiculous amount of noise.

He sat on a wooden and quite shabby looking throne at the helm of a room filled with bickering middle aged men. It seemed that the air content was almost half filled with disgusting liquids that flew from their mouths, but their discussions were so heated that that they didn't seem to notice. It was likely that the room had increased at least a few degrees simply by virtue of their exaggerated anger.

Looking down at himself, Dyon found himself wearing cheap linen, but it was clear that this was likely the most expensive fabric this place had, judging by what the others wore. He also noticed that the Dragon King was nowhere to be found, nor could he feel his presence. Luckily, Dyon's body cultivation talent had gotten a buff, or this would have been a fatal blow.

Making a decision, Dyon decided to change his focus from observing his surroundings to paying attention to the conversation going on around him.

"We should be running! What could this ancestral land possibly mean to us if we're all dead?!"

"Spineless coward! This land was built up by our forefathers! We have an obligation to protect it to the death! If your grandfather was still in this world, could you look him in the eye and say you were willing to run?!"

"You! How dare you bring up my grandfather?!"

"He only pointed out your shamelessness! If it wasn't for the merits of your father and grandfather, do you think you'd have the right to sit here?! You're hundreds of years old and are still a silkpants, how do you even look your wife in the eye when you come home at all hours of the morning?!"

The man who spoke out face reddened in anger to the point where it seemed steam was coming out of his ears. He and they knew that this was nothing but a ridiculous exaggeration. Every single one of the ministers here had been to the brothels, it was just that he happened to be the only one caught, and now they dared to bring it up as though they were blameless.

"Enough! You're speaking of ridiculous things and character assassinating those of us that are rational to cover up your stupidity!" Another minister jumped in to defend the red-faced man. "You want us to stay here and die? Really? Then what do you think those damned Devils are going to do to our sacred lands after you die here? Won't the desecrate it just the same?! Except this time, there won't be anyone left behind for revenge because you want us all to DIE!"

Although those who wanted to stay and fight were angered by these words, anyone rational could understand that this was a very valid point. In some form or fashion, both decisions resulted in the defilement of their ancestral lands, but only one decision gave them the chance for revenge.

Seeing that his words were effective, the minister pressed forward, applying a bit more pressure.

"They'll be here in week, we're already running out of time. In order to move the women, children and elderly, we need all of that time, and even then, we'll be cutting it close.

"Brothers. Remember, we're exactly that. Brothers. Think about the life of Minister Brodaya's son. We can't make his sacrifice be meaningless."

Those last words were the straws that broke the camel's back. It was because of Michael that they had the information they did now. If he hadn't infiltrated the enemy as a spy, risking his life and limb, a week from now that Devil army would be here and they would have died in vein. But, now they had a chance to repay that child for his bravery and strength.

Silence reigned the room. The only thing left was for their king to make a decision. As much as they argued, it was their king who would truly be giving up everything. It was he who built this small land to compete with the largest empires on the planet. However, now the situation was different. All three God Clans and their Royal God Clan were rushing here, intent on taking away their holy land.

One might wander just what such large clans would want with their small humble sect. Well, the explanation was in not only their legacies, but the massive spiritual vein their holy land was situated on.

Everyone in the martial world was aware of the fact that energy stones were the corner stone of cultivation and had to be mined. However, even beyond that, it was much more natural and beneficial for your cultivation to rely on the energy density in the atmosphere. That said, as one might imagine, that density varied drastically depending on the location, to the point where even a few miles or even feet might radically change the amount available to a cultivator.

Knowing this, one could guess just how dense the energy in their village was compared to elsewhere.

When the King's father was still alive, no one dared to attack their home. After all, he had been the foremost expert of not just this planet, but the universe as well. Back then, the God clans didn't know about the spiritual vein, so he was respected and feared without any semblance of greed. However, about ten years ago, after their young King took the throne, the information had somehow leaked, causing the God clans to become ravenous.

Now, without their leading expert, their clan was vulnerable to being attacked. These experts were completely blinded, thinking that somehow the spiritual vein was the only reason their late King was so powerful, when in reality, it was their clan's special bloodline.

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Unfortunately, their King was thrust into this limelight much too early, and despite being a talent that surpassed even his father, he had yet to tap into his full potential. Even worse, those greedy clans wouldn't accept any other explanation, and even if they would, the bloodline of their ancient clan was an even greater secret that they would take to their graves.

Now, it seemed that those graves were growing ever closer.

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684 Second Trial 2

Dyon scanned the room silently, his gaze caused the ministers to feel a level of nervousness they had never felt before. Was this truly their King? When had his presence become so overwhelming?

Whereas some had broken out into a cold sweat, some of the more elderly and quiet ministers who had participated in the debate silently nodded to themselves, happy with the growth of their King. It seemed that every sovereign needed some pressure in order to grow.

Finally, Dyon spoke. "Bring me a collection of every important event that had occurred up to ten years prior to my father's death." Luckily, Dyon's grand teacher wasn't to sadistic and had given him some fragmented memories. But, it was clear that it wasn't nearly enough. "Include detailed information about everyone in our village, and all notable figures within our enemies.

"During this time, prepare logistics," Dyon would never forget something like this. After all, his mother was the head of Logistics&Intelligence, he always understood the importance of detailed intelligence and support. However, since Dyon expected the confusion on the faces of the ministers at this request, he had already prepared to give a detailed explanation. "This will include food rations enough for a year, manufacture tents of furs for weather and easy transport, carriages and beasts for safe travel. Do not forget to ration for the beasts as well, they are our means of swift movement and protection, they cannot be neglected."

A flood of commands sprung from Dyon's mouth. Every word seemed like a stroke of genius and insight that some of the ministers really felt like they were in a dream.

"We won't be working under the same laws as we would in peace time. For the foreseeable future, unless I say otherwise, all decisions will be made through me. As of now, these are the rules.

"No one is allowed to leave the village. You are only allowed to enter.

"Food is not allowed to be horded. Have the formation experts do a thorough scan of every inch of this village. The food will be redistributed appropriately by gender, weight and age.

"Everyone is only allowed three sets of clothing. As for other valuables, if they don't have the ability to put it into a spatial ring, leave it. When those unable to fight leave this village, the only things they should be holding is that ring, their clothes, and their tent. Everything else will be handled by others. If you see anyone hording and smuggling valuables, 10 lashes is the punishment administered by strength depending on cultivation level.

"As for the spatial ring, it is obvious that not everyone can afford such a luxury. As such, everyone will be given a 9 cubic meters spatial ring, taken from the merchants and paid for with our treasury.

"This move will occur in tomorrow. There will be no exceptions. As for tonight, there will be a curfew of 5pm. All businesses will be shut down."

With a flurry of newly implemented laws, Dyon shut down all avenues for chaos. There would always be those who tried to take advantage of the times, so it was necessary that they controlled such an event.

The land was unaware that their end was weighing down on them, but as soon as such an announcement was given out, one could imagine the fallout.

The only decision that the ministers found odd was the fact that Dyon had said to pay the merchants. Much of these people were from the God clans, after all, how could a small land like this survive without trade? It was very likely that they were spies, wouldn't it be better to kill them?

Dyon shook his head. "I understand what you are thinking, but you are wrong."

Hearing these words, the ministers were shocked again. How had they been seen through so easily?

"Those merchants, it is more than likely that many of them are innocent. They have friends and family. Are we murderers without reason? No.

"However, I am not so magnanimous as to allow our enemies to run free." A baleful aura erupted from Dyon, stifling the atmosphere in the room and heavily weighing down on the ministers. "They can be used. When they try to escape curfew tonight." Dyon's eyes flashed with something imperceptible. "Let them."

After giving out these orders, Dyon immediately proceeded to separate out the tasks. The good thing about being cultivators was that there was no need to write much of this down, their memories were near perfect. As a result, they could work efficiently.

There was a bit of a headache for Dyon, though. Because this was an ancient martial world society, it was suffice to say that there was little to no military organization. In fact, even advanced martial world societies hardly had such a thing. This made dividing up work much more difficult. As a result, it had to take a backseat to first reorganizing the military.

Luckily, it was very early in the morning, the sun hadn't even peaked over the mountains yet, So Dyon had time before curfew.

Seeing their King's new arrangements, those adept at military matters had their eyes shine. How long had they spent pondering over the art of war? They had thought of some crude tactics to use, but often they were boiled down to simple surprise attack. At the end of the day, the martial world relied too much on strength to succeed in wars. However, Dyon flipped all of that on its head.

He couldn't make detailed changed to the armies structure until he received the report on everyone that he asked for, but he could make a few structural changes to make the next few days more efficiently. By 6am, the meeting was over and the ministers had a new light of hope in their eyes and the look they had for their King had multiplied several fold with overflowing respect.

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"Make no mistake." Dyon's words caused the ministers to stop their movements and look toward him. "Not only will we save our future, we will also defend our holy land from defilement. The only mistake my father made in his life was being too magnanimous and conservative. Those days are gone. In memory of my father, we will crush our enemies and let the world tremble under the name of the Angel Clan."

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685 Second Trial 3

The ministers were stunned by Dyon's words. They had thought that all of these plans were just to make evacuating more efficient, but little did they know that that was only part of their kind's plans. The other part was to fight!

Considering the despicable nature of the martial world, Dyon had little faith in his opponents because kind hearted individuals. As such, there was a 0% probability that they wouldn't try and use their family members against them, so, Dyon removed that equation.

There was a second reason Dyon did this as well. He noticed almost immediately how realistically these people in his trial acted. The read and reacted almost the same way he did. And, from what it looked like, they were nothing like a video game with precoded phrases. That only meant one thing: grasping their sentiments was important.

Dyon had to take control of the situation exactly how you would in real life. If he neglected the people, they would react, and in times of chaos, would decide to not follow him. This also meant that while he was manipulating his enemies, he also had to manipulate his allies.

This may seem extreme, but there was one thing that kept nagging at Dyon, and he trusted his instincts. That thing was a single question: How did their enemies find out about a secret they had kept hidden for hundreds of thousands of years?

The answer was simple: There was a traitor.

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Over the course of the next few hours, Dyon took his time in not only combing through the village with a fine tooth comb, but also mapping out the landscape surrounding their land for a few hundred miles. He memorized every street, house, and even the faces of everyone he came across. By the time he finished, the report he asked for was complete.

Censuses were important to a properly functioning society. Unfortunately, this was an ancient one, and such methods were unknown. As a result, when Dyon asked for detailed information on everyone living on their land, his ministers were scrambling until he properly organized.

Setting aside half of the military to work through these affairs, every house was visited.

Dyon was able to gather information about cultivation, numbers, occupation and possible specialties. He also divided people by age, combat ability as well as whether or not they were born in this land, or were refuged from elsewhere.

From the information, the land Dyon currently ruled housed about two hundred thousand people. This number may seem like a lot, but it was actually a drop in the bucket. An entire planet population would likely be about ten billion, so the number of warriors three God Clans and a Royal God Clan could move would be well into the millions, and that was assuming they didn't use their influence in coercing the smaller miscellaneous clans.

Mind you, that was just warriors. As for the two hundred thousand count for Dyon's lands, much of that number included the elderly and children. Even worse, when Dyon noticed his ministers didn't list a single woman as having 'combat ability', he could only curse his grand teacher. He had gone from an exceedingly simple task, to one that was seemingly impossible.

Because these "NPCs" were so realistic, they had their own emotions and culture. Although there were no rules given to Dyon, with his keen observation skills he had already picked this up. As a result, Dyon had laid quite a few traps in his census questions in order to pick up the nuances of this culture, and it had clearly borne fruit.

The fact that no females were listed for the capability to fight meant that women weren't allowed to fight in this ancient society. This meant that Dyon lost half of his fighting force from the very beginning, how could he not be pissed?

If he tried to drastically swing the culture of this society to his own whims, he would likely face backlash. In the worst case, they would stop listening to him and he would fail this trial. Therefore, Dyon could only work with what he had.

For now, Dyon placed this at the back of his mind. His fighting force would be about 50, 000, so he had to accept that and somehow face millions.

Putting that aside, Dyon then focused on his land's power structure. Seeing the information, he felt slightly better, albeit not completely.

It seemed that to some extent, the God Clans were right to think the spiritual veins could boost cultivation. Judging by the quality of their Angel Clan's warriors compared to that of their enemies, they held a slight advantage across the board. However, what caught Dyon's attention was that this advantage wasn't because of energy cultivation, but rather, because of their body grades.

That was when something in the last report Dyon asked for caught his attention. This report was the one that compiled everything important that occurred in their kingdom up to ten years before the death of the previous King. Luckily, this was much easier to compile. Dyon wasn't sure if it was because the memories of martial artists were so good, or because they had these records before hand, but he didn't care as long as he had it.

Within this report, one of the most important things that was detailed a ritual for his coronation as king. This was where Dyon learned another large secret of this clan: Their bloodline. It seemed that the name Angel Clan wasn't randomly chosen.

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A storm was brewing on Planet Haven. Dyon's odd personality change didn't escape the notice of the God clan planted spies. Unfortunately, Dyon's quarantine of the Angel Clan wasn't effective in stopping information from reaching their enemies.

What Dyon didn't know was that this very trial was based on a true historical event, and as such, was built for only a true Angel to succeed. Because of this, Dyon's grand teacher set success in these trials not to victory, but to time spent alive with bonuses for number of enemies killed and spies found.

The smart thing to do in such a case was to run, never to look behind at the approaching Devils. But, Dyon had promised himself a long time ago to only look for routes to victory.

Now, with traitors bearing down on him and an army of millions approaching, he will have to somehow survive an event even the true angels failed to weather.

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686 Second Trial 4

Dyon continued to spend his time diligently combing through the records. Although he was young in the eyes of his ministers, he had already been in power for a few decades, so asking for a summary of all important events from so far back left him with a lot to read.

He noted a few things.

The first was that he had taken a Princess of the Royal God Clan as his queen. It seemed that he was quite infatuated with her, not taking any other wives. That said, his Imperial Harem was still quite large because he had taken a few dozen concubines.

This told Dyon something else about Angel Clan culture. The concubines that made up his Imperial Harem were actually from major families within the clan. It was clear from this that they married into the King's bloodline in order to solidify ties.

Dyon managed to pin down multiple problems with this. The first was that because he was so infatuated with his queen, he completely neglected his harem, completely defeating the purpose of solidifying ties.

This wasn't explicitly written into the report, but Dyon read into it and made inferences. The major clue that led to this conclusion was that fact in the decades he had been married to them all, he had not birthed a single child. This would only be possible if he had limited interaction with multiple sets of women.

The reasoning was simple. The Queen was a high-grade talent, comparable to even himself. It made perfect sense for the two of them to not birth any children for even centuries, as this was the way of the martial world. However, the concubines, although high-grade in their own right, couldn't hope to match up to the Queen. As such, birthing children with them should be easier. And yet, he had no children.

All of this may seem unimportant, but in reality, it made Dyon's frown deepen. Loving one's wife was a great thing, however, neglecting the culture and traditions of such a long-standing clan was foolish.

If Dyon neglected his concubines, it would breed discontent not only within them, but also their families. No wonder they had such a traitor problem, the families of the Angel Clan had lost faith in their King.

When Dyon thought to this point, his gaze grew cold. Mistakes of his predecessor or not, he would not tolerate traitors. Unfortunately, even if he could access all of the memories of this supposed King, it wouldn't be helpful. After all, if he was ignoring his concubines, how could he tell just who was more likely to have betrayed them?

There was, of course, a passing thought that maybe Dyon could use the Queen as leverage against the attacking Royal God Clan. But, that just wasn't his style. Using a woman who trusted and loved him in such a way was despicable, even if it was a trial.

The more interesting point was that they had decided to attack even knowing who the Queen of these lands were. Were they really okay with making their most cherished Princess a widow?

However, that was when the second tidbit of information was caught by Dyon. It seemed that the King of the Royal God Clan had died as well, and he was replaced not by a brother of his wife, but instead a man that married into their family much like Dyon had.

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'This is too… Convenient…' Dyon eyes sharpened when he saw this, because the date of the death of their King was much too close to the death of his father.

At this point, Dyon had already delved further into the game than any participant before him. He had, obviously, not broken any records or made any waves on the rankings just yet, but his grand teacher had quite an interesting gleam in his eye as he watched.

One has to note that even for his grand teacher, the setting of this trial was beyond his time. The only way he could replicate it so accurately was because of a few key pieces of their history that he had accumulated, some of which functioned as rewards, in combination with a unique path of his time will that allowed him to replicate the past.

All Dyon's grand teacher knew was that this was the last Angel Clan that survived the test of time, but something would be coming to wipe them out. He didn't know why, nor did he really understand how, all he knew was that the answer was within this trial. He himself had never found that answer, so maybe Dyon could.

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For the moment, Dyon put aside his reports and decided to do some reporting of his own. His first destination? The Imperial Harem.

Even without his soul, Dyon's eye for detail and ability to read people was something few could match. Couple this with the boost in perception the previous trial gave him, and Dyon felt that if anything was off, he would be the first to know.

As Dyon walked there, weaving through the simple, but well-kept streets, he reflected on his experience in the first trial. There, he had stumbled on something quite interesting. Usually, in the martial worth, one would learn a technique, and then said technique would boost some aspect of themselves. However, Dyon had noticed a marked increase in his perception, yet he hadn't learned any techniques at all. It seemed much more reminiscent to learning a skill in the mortal world.

What Dyon didn't know is that he had stumbled into what was called a Martial Art. This school of thought was a branch of the Body Cultivation school of thought. An ability learned by purists who believed that the basis of power should be found within the body and not its exterior.

Before Dyon could ponder on this any more, he realized that he had already made his way through his palace and now stood in front of a gate of pearly whites and yellow golds. It seemed to lead toward an inner garden where he could hear the sound of running, natural water and the delicate voices of the fairer sex.

However, as he reached for the entrance, the gates opened on their own, greeting him with three startled beauties.

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687 Second Trial 5

At first, the beauties were surprised beyond belief to see who stood before them. In fact, two of them immediately blushed profusely.

Although Dyon was sure that there was some discontent within his harem, the vast majority of his concubines were blindly infatuated with him.

Despite the fact his predecessor had flaws, one could see from the way he treated his wife that he was a kind-hearted man to the core. How could these women not see this? From his youth, he had grown up with these women, and many of them knew from birth that they were destined to be his. This led them to fantasize about him from the very moment they understood relations between a man and a woman.

However, this was a double-edged sword. All of their dreams had come crumbling down when they realized they hardly had the right to see their husband, let alone live out a fairy tale with him.

It could be said, though, that Dyon tried to treat these women as best as he could. He understood tradition, it was just that he loved his wife too much and felt that this tradition betrayed her. This was especially so since his wife wasn't from their clan.

As a result, despite the fact Dyon wore the simplest of linens, the Imperial Harem was built not to their small clan's standards, but to the standards of the largest clans on the planet. They were given the best food, dress and entertainment.

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Since they weren't treated poorly aside from the issue of neglect, Dyon would have no sympathy for traitors.

Ironically for them, the first day they could be said to have the attention of their starry King, was a day he was investigating them.

All of this said, Dyon couldn't very well let them sense the hostility behind his visit, so he wore a warm smile. His cover was simple: there were massive waves surging through their lands with the planned evacuation, so how could he not check on them?

The women who greeted him wore pristine silks. The two blushing beauties were simple, yet cute. One had light brown freckles to compliment her bobbing brown hair, while the other had sparling black eyes to match her cascading dark hair.

However, the woman in the middle was on an entirely different level. Dyon had to admit that she was among the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

Her dress was a fiery red dress glittered like rubies as it clung to her outrageous curves. Her chest seemed to want to escape its tight bindings along with her plump bottom.

Despite such a description, she could be considered to be dressed conservatively. It wasn't her fault that she was born with such rich assets. Judging by the tight bindings, she even tried her best to hide them. In fact, there was no cleavage to be seen. Even her slender arms were covered with a shawl.

This made Dyon inwardly nod. It was clear she took her modesty and position as Imperial concubine seriously. But, the cold flash in her light blue eyes was something Dyon would never miss. Seeing this red headed beauty act so coldly, yet try to cover it up, Dyon simply took a mental note before taking a step forward.

"Amphorae, Destiny, Pearl." Dyon nodded and greeted each and every one of them warmly.

Despite his neglect, they couldn't help but feel a shred of warmth when he called them by their names. At the very least, he hadn't forgotten them enough to not remember that.

Hearing Dyon's voice, the three of them finally snapped out of their own worlds. They so rarely saw their King that they had completely forgotten etiquette, it should have been them who greeted him first.

Understanding this, Amphorae, the fiery red head, was the very first to step out and apologize, "My King, Royal Husband, I apologize for our rudeness."

Seeing Amphorae attempt to bow, Dyon immediately stopped her, taking her soft hand in his, "Don't worry about such formalities. I've neglected you all so long that even I've forgotten the customs, forget it."

Amphorae was stunned by Dyon's words, her cold gaze had completely melted into a profuse blush. One had to say that she, and every other concubine here, was still a virgin. Even their wedding night had been spent without Dyon, which was a large part of the reason many families were angry with him. So, Dyon touching her now was truly a first for her.

Her first reflex was to pull away. After all, she had been avoiding all thought and touch from other men for as long as she could remember. But, when she realized that it was her husband in front of her, she blushed even more profusely.

After helping Amphorae up, Dyon released her hand, leisurely looking at the three of them.

"Where were you all headed?" Dyon finally asked.

Pearl, the freckled beauty was the first to anxiously speak out. She was much less conservative and reserved, so she directly grabbed onto Dyon's arm and looked up at him with a pleading expression. Quite frankly, Dyon found her to be adorable.

"Royal Husband, we heard that we were being attacked and have to run away? Is this true?"

Dyon patted her head, realizing that they were likely leaving in order to gather information. After all, his predecessor gave them freedom to do almost anything they wanted.

"It is only for a little while. In fact, that is the reason for my visit. This matter has put a lot into perspective for me. Now is not the time to be selfish, it's a time for our clan to band together and become stronger than it's ever been before."

A majestic aura weighed down on Dyon's surroundings as he spoke these words. Although Destiny and Pearl were seemingly simple women, they were highly intelligent. After all, they were the best their families had to offer. This was doubly so for Amphorae. As such, all of them understood the deeper meaning behind this. It seemed some heads would roll soon.

"Come. It's time I stopped neglecting you all."

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688 Second Trial 6

Amphorae took the lead, bringing Dyon in and closing the gates. Since this was the Imperial Harem, it was closed off to all men. Since their culture had no eunuchs, the rules were kept like this so as to not tempt anyone to do anything stupid.

The Imperial Concubines were served by female maids, of which, each had two of their own. One could see how well Dyon treated them, especially considering he had no servants of his own.

When the women noticed the entrance of a man, they were startled. However, when they realized who it was, the reactions varied wildly. Needless to say, Dyon took this opportunity to not each and every single one.

Without having to say much, all 36 concubines gathered in the central area of the Imperial Harem.

The room itself was quite elegant. It had massive windows projecting outward and toward the mountain ranged to the back of the castle. The rushing water Dyon had heard was actually a river that was diverted from that space, into the central area – it was a true feat of architecture and engineering.

Seeing this, one of Dyon vague memories left by his grand teacher surfaced, clearly triggered by his experience here.

It seemed that his predecessor had left all of the design and specifics of this mini-utopia up to his concubines. Clearly, there were quite a few talents here.

Dyon could only sigh when he saw the looks of apprehension on the faces of his concubines. His predecessor really understood nothing about human relationships. Despite his goodwill, it made him a bad king.

Although Dyon wasn't aware, the more he grasped the faults of the previous Angel Clan king, the more his aura changed almost imperceptibly.

Looking around, Dyon decided that the best course of action was to act as leisurely as possible. These women were meant to be his and his alone, it was only that he never treated them as such. Even if he gave them all the material things in the world, there would always be something missing.

So, Dyon directly took his shoes off, rolling up his loose linen pants until they stopped just below his calf. Then, he unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off before rest his feet in the water.

The women were stunned as they watched this scene. It was almost like this was truly a natural event, and much of this inadvertently rubbed off on them. This was only helped by the fact Pearl sat as close as she could to him, nearly climbing on top of his lap.

Others may not understand why Dyon was doing this, but he had a very clear goal at hand. Although he suspected some of the concubines might be traitors, he would never act without 100% certainty. Therefore, there was another reason entirely that he was here.

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The first was that he was sure that this trial would take years, he needed to repair the culture and grievances of his Angel Clan to push it in the right direction. The second thing was who would know more tidbits about the internal affairs of the clan than its women? As stereotypical as it might sound, what else did the concubines have to do all day besides share information amongst themselves and their circles?

Each woman here touched a core family of their Clan, and each of them was intelligent enough to understand how to take advantage of this.

However, right now, these women were simply innocent souls, blushing while trying to decide whether they were allowed to look at the lean and toned torso or their husband.

Some of the concubines were more embarrassed than others. They hadn't been prepared for such a visit, so many of them were swimming in the river, wearing fabrics that were already see through. They were completely caught between whether they should cover themselves up or if they would offend their King by doing so.

Dyon took note of everything, understanding that his current silence was placing an invisible pressure onto these women.

While this occurred, Amphorae finally walked back into the room. It seemed she had been sending the maid servants away for the day. However, what she was wearing stunned the beauties around her.

This was Amphorae, their conservative queen. In fact, many of the concubines, although they understood this was wrong, saw Amphorae as more of their true queen than Dyon's true wife.

The story behind this was quite complex, but from a very early age, Amphera, being the most outstanding female of the Angel Tribe, was universally recognized as next queen. In truth, Dyon had even treated her like this as well. It could be said that the two of them had some love between each other.

However, when their current King, and the then prince, left to enter the world and temper himself, that was when he met a woman that snatched his heart away completely: Queen Luna.

It was suffice to say that Amphorae was heart broken. Even when she compromised, holding off the anger of her father and protecting Dyon, agreeing to be a second wife, Dyon made no such compromise. In the end, the crowned beauty of the Angel Clan had been belittled into the role of a concubine, only to then still be neglected in favor of another woman. It was no wonder why her gaze was cold when she saw Dyon.

And yet… She now walked out in untied silk robes. Her red hair reached the length of her plump bottom, barely hiding its two masses as they bounced with her every step.

She wore no clothes under her robes, allowing the allure of her untouched and unblemished flower to greet her King's eyes. Her ample breasts, finally unbound by her conservative nature, healthily dipped within the confines of her robes, threatening to escape at any moment considering the faint edges of the delicate pink nipples they could all see.

Despite this being the first time she had ever done something like this, and despite Dyon having not said anything about doing this sort of thing, she led by example, holding the bearing of a queen. She was not belittled, nor did she lose any dignity with her actions.

Pearl, who was still clinging to Dyon smiled, slipping off her outer garments and sliding into the water, leaving her spot by their King to the one woman they truly saw as Queen.

The voluptuous beauty seemed to glide through the air, the tips of her toes barely touching the waters as she made her way to her King.

Without a word, she sat beside Dyon, crossing her long and slender legs.

Although she said nothing, her meaning was clear. If you want the clan to be stronger and work as one, act like it.

Dyon didn't understand it now, but he would soon understand just how perfect this first move of his was. The reason was very simple. When female key wielders took this trial, their role wouldn't be Dyon's. No. Their character would be Amphorae.

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689 Second Trial 7

Dyon lightly smiled as he looked over Amphorae's delicate figure. The more time he spent with her, the more his curiosity for this Queen Luna grew more fervent. What kind of woman was Queen Luna to make him forget this beauty? Whether it be intelligence, demeanor, or looks, Amphorae could be considered to be perfect. Dyon found it hard to believe that a young man could grow up with her by his side, understanding that she was his alone, and yet fall in love with someone else simply because of one trip.

There was a second problem with all of this as well. This was the Imperial Harem. The person that should be at the helm of it wasn't Amphorae. That person should have been Queen Luna. And yet, she was nowhere to be seen.

This was a clearly exacerbated the situation. It seemed this Queen Luna was just as bad at public relations as her husband. Maybe they really were a match made in heaven.

However, for now, Dyon put this aside. After all, wouldn't he meet his queen tonight? For now, he had to focus on the task at hand. Because he intended on allowing some traitors to purposely sneak past their vision tonight, there was no way the attacking clans would stick to their one-week time table. In all likelihood, they would move up their attack.

So, Dyon began, accepting Amphorae's placement by his side with nothing but pleasure and comfort on his features. This was the easiest way to convey that he had accepted her. At the same time, he had to be careful. He was well aware that this was the first time his character had seen Amphorae like this, so if he was too eager, it would seem make his motives seem lecherous. Although there would be a time for that, it wasn't now.

Seeing Dyon's demeanor, the women couldn't help but inwardly nod with approval. Their grievances weren't so simple as their being neglected sexually. If their King came here and thought he could just wave around his penis around to pacify them, although they would have no choice but to accept the matter, it would likely only push the majority of them further away.

"I understand that I've made mistakes. But, as a person with a single perspective, it's impossible for me to know every aspect of every situation. So, I want you all to take this opportunity. Everyday moving forward from now, you'll be treated as family should be. However, for today, I want you all to ignore proper customs the same way your terrible King has.

"Forget etiquette. Don't think of punishment. Speak your minds freely."

When they heard Dyon's words, many of the women looked at each other, unsure how to feel about things.

Dyon had, of course, expected this. After all, just because he said that there would be no punishments, humans were subject to being emotional, especially a King who had been pampered with praise all of this life. No one had even dared to berate him for neglecting his harem. To his face, he only heard praises for being such a loyal man.

Knowing all of this, how could these women know how Dyon would react to criticism? What if he got angry and rescinded his promise? Or, what if he didn't rescind his promise, but instead used underhanded means to suppress those that said the most damning things?

These were all things they didn't know and wouldn't claim to know. The atmosphere immediately turned into a game of follow the leader, where everyone looked around to see who would break the ice.

Seeing this, the outgoing Pearl decided to step out on a limb.

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"If you learn that Queen Luna is the reason we've been exposed to this attack, what will you do?"

The air seemed to be sucked out of the room, replaced by a cold wind that sent shivers down the spine of all of the women. They didn't dare to look at Dyon to see what his reaction would be.

At first, they had hoped to be able to slide into this topic, maybe starting with lighter matters first. Yet, Pearl had cut right to the source of all of their dissatisfaction.

Anyone with half a brain would suspect Queen Luna or being the true traitor. Because of this, many of the women here, although they didn't show it, were dissatisfied that their King had come here first instead of investigating the more likely perpetrator first. With their intelligence, how could they not understand the underlying meaning of Dyon's visit? He wanted them to "become closer" because he suspected one of them had betrayed him due to their dissatisfaction.

Knowing this, how could irritation not build up in their hearts? Whether their King was aware of it or not, they had silently and respectfully served him for dozens of years. And yet instead of suspecting his oh so beloved wife, he blames them first. How could they not be frustrated?

However, they had deeply buried this dissatisfaction. Even if their courage was hundreds of times larger they would never say a thing about it. But, Pearl had stepped out and spoken first.

Seeing the situation, even Amphorae didn't have the heart to look toward Dyon. She had been planning to be the one to speak on this topic, to take the burden away from her fellow sisters, but Pearl had seen through this and pushed her behind herself for protection. Knowing this, Amphorae couldn't allow someone she saw as her younger sister punished for protecting her.

Amphorae abruptly tried to stand to drop to her knees in apology. "King plea –"

She never got an opportunity to finish. Dyon reacted faster than she did, grabbing onto her waist and keeping her firmly planted to the elegant tiles the sat on by the diverted river.

Dyon released her, delicately using his finger to turn her chin toward him. After almost getting lost in the soft touch of her skin, Dyon refocused himself and looked into her light blue eyes that seemed to be swimming with clouds.

"You are my woman. Do you understand what that means?" Dyon's words caused the hearts of the women around him to tremble inadvertently. Did their King always have such presence? "There is no one in this life you have to kowtow to, even if that person in me."

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Amphorae's eyes glistened, but she blinked whatever she was feeling away. Instead, she nodded and turned away, re-establishing her Queenly aura.

Dyon smiled, before turning his gaze back to Pearl who currently had the most weight on her shoulders. But, she immediately relaxed when she saw her King's reaction.

"If we come to learn that Queen Luna is responsible for these events, she will be treated like any other traitor. There will be no trial. There will be no jail time. There will only be death."

Pearl's eyes widened along with the other concubines. They felt like cleaning their ears out. Some even inwardly made plans to ask their maid servants to handle this tomorrow.

Seeing their reaction, Dyon only remained silent, leaning back and enjoying the scenery as though he was giving them time to digest what he had just said.

He wasn't worried about them thinking that these were just empty words. How did one usually react when their loved ones were accused of a crime? He knew that it definitely wasn't like this.

Mothers would go to the ends of the earth to defend their children from alleged crimes. Fathers would defend the chastity of their daughters to the point of accruing blood on their hands. Wives would fight to protect the honor and dignity of their husbands. And husbands would place their wives of lofty pedestals, wanting the world to admire them as unblemished flowers that could only be enjoyed by him.

This was the way of the world. To so casually speak of killing your loved one, if it wasn't for the fact their King's love of their Queen was so public, they would think he had been faking it this entire time.

As such, these words had the effect that Dyon wanted. They could all see that he had mentally prepared himself for this meeting with them.

In reality, Dyon just didn't have any real feelings for Queen Luna, which made saying these words incredibly easy. He couldn't imagine saying something like this about Ri, Clara or Madeleine. In fact, the ease of this process was another fruit of Dyon's methodical nature.

When he called Amphorae his women, he had felt something heat up inside of him, as though he really meant those words. If he hadn't, how could he trick a woman as perceptive and intelligent as her?

Dyon had noticed this feeling long ago, as soon as he stepped into this trial world. The first moment he grasped this clue was when the Ministers spoke of the boy who sacrificed his life: Michael, Minister Brodaya's son.

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Dyon distinctly remembered feeling pain when he heard this information. Yet, he had never met Michael, and he had spent just a few minutes with Amphorae? So, how could he have such deep feelings for them?

The only conclusion was that this was part of the trial. The thoughts and feelings of the body he took over were heavily effecting Dyon.

Understanding this, Dyon decided to investigate his concubines first. After all, their emotional impact on him would be far lesser than that of his wife. Considering this body's infatuation with that woman, Dyon would be in deep waters the moment he met her.

Just like that, Dyon had identified a sub-aspect of this trial. As a ruler, he needed to be able to decide when emotions were important and when they weren't. If this Queen Luna was truly a traitor, it would not only take major foresight to see that she was with his love for her overwhelming him, and even more courage to actually go through with killing her.

If he had to do such a thing… Dyon was absolutely certain that his grand teacher would make this just as difficult as if he had to kill one of his real wives…

All of this said, there was another interesting aspect of all of this. This body, it had true feelings for Amphorae. So, why did he treat her like this? What was the purpose? Dyon couldn't imagine neglecting such a love.

This aside, it was suffice to say that this question truly broke the ice, so to speak. They found Dyon's answer more than satisfactory. Even if they weren't 100% certain that Dyon wouldn't punish them all for this later, they at least decided that if one of them was going down, they might as well all go down.

Their conversation shot through many different things.

The first thing they spoke about were the grievances of the women in the population as a whole. After all, they too had Angel Clan blood. In a lot of instances, they were more powerful than even their male counter parts. Amphorae, for example, was easily the second strongest of their age group within the clan – only behind him as king, of course. And yet, they weren't allowed to fight for their lands even though they cared for it just as much as the men did. They understood that their husbands and brothers and fathers wanted to protect them, but didn't they also want to protect them as well? Love was often a two-way street, especially when it came to family.

This, of course, led to a round of negotiating. After all, 50% of their population were made of males, that meant he had two major halves to appease. Keeping status quo was definitely easier, but he too wanted to move the clan in the right direction. If he couldn't do so, their likelihood of surviving was next to zero.

As a result, Dyon immediately suggested the ideas he had thought of, causing the light in the eyes of his concubines to shine. How could they not see that their King had thought this out well? This meant that he had come to them already prepared to hand them more responsibility. It was impossible for him to have thought of these things on a whim.

There was no doubt that as these talks proceeded, the women grew more and more comfortable around Dyon. Some even found that the flames of love they had for their King, flames they thought had long since been extinguished, were being rekindled. It was safe to say that Dyon had accomplished his first step successfully.

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As Dyon spent time in his Imperial Harem, the cogs he had set into motion were firing off as the 5pm curfew approached.

There was no doubt the implanted Spies were getting nervous. For the entire day, the Angel Clan military had been making odd movements, even preforming an impromptu census in the early morning. When that had happened, they had immediately wanted to leave, however that was when they found out that there was a lock down on the clan.

Some of these traitors were quite prominent officials, and tried to throw their weight around, but all they found was a staunch opposition. Needless to say, those that insisted were added to a black list to be further monitored.

Luckily, these officials were smart enough to not use violence. If not, considering they were some of the most powerful people in the clan, how could the patrol soldiers stop them?

Dyon's influence on the clan was like a blanket of energy, suffocating the traitors into a corner. However, this was only for those less intelligent. Those who were too clever for their own good simply did nothing. They didn't have to. No matter how talented the clan was, 50, 000 could never win against millions.

Back within the Imperial Harem, Dyon pretended to be oblivious to all of these events. But, the truth of the matter was that a communication array was constantly relaying information to him. Their land's formation experts had been astonished to know that their King was such an expert. But, the truth was even Dyon was stunned for a bit.

Because this era was before the time of his grand teacher, there was no such thing as an aurora. As a result, formations were built using a variety of other means. These means included using the nature of the land it was built upon, the materials used to construct it, something they called formation flags, and a special stone capable of etching arrays that Dyon was quite surprised to find matched the very same signature of his sealed aurora flames!

This gave Dyon, quite literally, millions of other variables to consider. That was until he realized something.

What Dyon found out quite quickly was that these formation experts only needed to make use of the help of their surroundings and formation flags because their array drawing was refined enough to work without those things. However, how could Dyon struggle with such a thing?

Using his expertise, Dyon took the formation flags, stripped them, and used their flag body as the base for his array plate. Then, he used the aurora flame stones to draw this eras very first communication devices.

However, Dyon didn't completely ignore the olden ways of these people. In fact, he set aside a few books to study. In the back of his mind, a grand plan was forming… Since the earth and environment could force such crude formations into working, what if Dyon combined perfected formations and the help of the environment? Wouldn't his formation mastery reach an all new level?

"Tell us, Royal Husband, are you well endowed?" The sudden question made even Dyon have a weird look on his face, causing the girls to go into a fit of giggles. It seemed they had truly warmed up to him.

However, Dyon's domineering demeanor came back in an instant, replaced by an evil grin. "Bring me an aurora flame stone."

The girls blinked in confusion, but in the end, brought it to Dyon anyway. After inwardly sighing about the fact these stones were likely extinct, Dyon stretched out his arm to the girl who spoke.

"Come."

The girl blushed profusely, her heart threatening to leap out of her chest as she waded through the water.

She was actually one of the concubines who had been taking a swim when Dyon came, so her drenched see-through attire put her eye-catching curves on full display.

The concubines knew that their King liked long hair, so Pearl was the only rebel among them that cut hers away. As for the woman that approached Dyon now, her beautiful blond hair was so long that it fanned in the clear waters as though it was the tail of a mermaid.

Soon, she reached Dyon. Because her King sat at the edge of the water, she found herself resting her hands on his thighs. She didn't know where she found such boldness, but there was something too alluring but Dyon's eyes.

"Tell me." Dyon twirled the fiery red-gold stone in his hands, speaking to the beauty in front of him. "Why do you ask?"

The girl blushed, "All of the married women seem to joke around about size often. But, even they vary in opinion. Some think larger is better. Some prefer it smaller. While others like a middle ground. I just wanted to know where my Royal Husband fell."

"Oh?" Dyon smiled, "Did you not want to test it out for yourself, Helena?"

Hearing her name called, Helena's delicate skin seemed to catch on fire.

Dyon clutched the aurora flame stone in one hand, channeling the golden flame through his body. Seeing this, even Amphorae couldn't help but look over with keen interest. They had never seen the stone used in such a way, they had always been told that it was dangerous and to never do such a thing. Some wanted to directly stop Dyon, but that was when his free hand moved forward, starting at the tips of Helena's fingers that rested on his lap.

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Helena's eyes widened as she felt a heat surge through her. But, this heat wasn't the regular kind… It was the kind that made her loins burn with passion. Without even realizing it, a moan escaped her lips.

Realizing what had happened, Helena tried to back away in embarrassment, but she was caught by Dyon who pulled her onto his lap, caressing her waist.

Then, under the eyes his blushing concubines, all of whom were waiting with baited breath, Dyon planted a kiss on her delicate lips. In the next instant, Helena convulsed with pleasure as years of frustration rushed out of her body.

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The women could only watch this scene wide eyed. Did what they think happened really just happen? Even if their King was good with women, he couldn't be this good, right?

However, looking at the Helena that lay limply against Dyon's bare chest, completely unable to move, the evidence was too damning for them to ignore.

Well endowed or not, who cared anymore? They had just found out their King could make a woman climax with a kiss!

"What… What did you just do?" One of the concubines couldn't help but ask.

Dyon smiled, "That's a secret for another day."

Disappointment colored the faces of concubines. From Dyon's words, it seemed that he wouldn't be staying for too much longer. But, they understood. War was on the horizon, now wasn't a time for them to be clingy. Instead, they should be putting into motion the work Dyon had asked of them. It was up to them to mobilize the talented and able women of the clan.

Dyon silently held Helena until she gathered herself. He could tell that she was pretending for the latter half, unwilling to leave his embrace, but he didn't say anything. After all, he had just taken her first kiss, he couldn't very well kick her away.

A few minutes passed as they spoke about unimportant things, eventually Helena dived back into the water, a happy glow coloring her features, inciting the envy of the women around her, but her response was just to stick out her little pink tongue adorably.

Eventually, it was time for Dyon to go, but first, he asked a question.

"Is there anything else any of you would like to ask me?

The girls looked around. Dyon could immediately tell that they all had one last burning question. However, even compared to everything before, they felt as though this truly crossed a line. Although their relationships were mostly repaired now, it still felt as though the smallest of things could bring all the goodwill they had built today, crashing down. That wasn't something they were willing to see.

That said, there was another reason none of them spoke. There was almost a silent agreement between them that there was only one person who could ask this question. None of them had a right to… The only one who could was the only woman who hadn't spoken… Their most beloved sister: Amphorae.

The women inadvertently turned their gaze toward Amphorae. But, she seemed to have no intention of speaking at all. She continued to sit in her loose silk robes, never moving an inch from Dyon's side. Her legs remained cross. The only hint that she was a living beauty instead of a perfectly sculpted statue was the fact that her toes would dip into the water every so often. Aside from that, she was like an Immortal Goddess, forever frozen in time.

Dyon smiled lightly, leaping upward to stand beside the river. He looked off into the distance, unblinking for a long while.

The Imperial Harem fell into silence. The only sounds were the steady waves of the flowing river and the swaying of the flowers in the wind.

There was a sudden movement by Dyon. When he looked over, he found that Amphorae had stood and was now floating away. He watched her toes gently graced the water as her alluring yet lonely back drifted further away.

"It may take time, but I'll make it up to you."

With those last words, Dyon turned to walk away. But, what he didn't expect were for his words to have stopped Amphorae in her tracks. Before he could leave, the question that everyone had been waiting for was hung in the air, making them all incapable of breathing.

"Why did you choose her…" Amphorae's voice was so soft, but it was strong. She didn't waver. It was as though since she had decided to ask it, she wouldn't show any weakness in her attempt.

However, just how sharp were Dyon's senses? How could he not tell that her sentence had trailed off? He could immediately tell that she wanted to finish it was something else.

"… Instead of me?"

The words rung in Dyon's ears. He immediately felt something in him snap, as though he had unlocked an achievement, or a quest that had been previously been closed to him was now open.

That was how Dyon interpreted it, because he knew he was within a trial. However, if he had to explain it in terms of how his body felt, it was like an anvil just landed on his heart. His muscles tightened and for an instant, he was no longer Dyon and his body was no longer his… Instead, he was the man who broke Amphorae's heart.

A flood of memories entered his mind, and he suddenly knew the answer. He had two paths in front of him. He could either lie, or he could tell the truth.

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In the end, Dyon decided not to hesitate, as for whether he told the truth or not, only time would tell.

"I love the both of you." Dyon didn't turn around, but his words sent waves through the harem. "In fact, the both of us are likely the better match, whether it be for the future of our clan, or for just ourselves.

"However, I chose the weaker woman because I knew the stronger of you would stay by my side despite my selfish decision."

Dyon said nothing more. After these words, he directly left.

The moment the gate closed, Amphorae's queenly demeanor crumbled. Her sisters gathered around her, holding her in their embraces as she tears fell from her eyes.

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Although Dyon left the Imperial Harem, he didn't leave the Palace. Instead, he walked toward an area knowing there was one woman waiting for him there.

He had two more things to do this day. The first of them was to find out just what kind of person this Queen Luna was… And why a mere flash memory of her made Dyon's heart tremble in ways he had never felt before.

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Dyon footsteps inadvertently slowed the closer his got to the main palace bedroom. He felt as though something was weighing on him, and that burden was only increasing with his every step.

The Royal bedroom was the only room on the peak floor, and as such, only had two entrances, one for either side of the palace. Somehow, Dyon was fully aware that if he wanted to see his Queen Luna sooner, he would have to use the back entrance.

Memories flooded into his mind, which caused him to understand that Queen Luna loved to look out onto the mountain view toward the back of their room. In fact, of the things she did, there was a 90% chance she was either doing this, reading, or doing a combination of both.

Dyon walked up high and winding steps, eventually reaching the end to find a single door that only two individuals had the right to open.

He steadied his breathing before reaching for the handle, slowly turning it to enter a long and dark corridor.

Bright streams of silver light flooded the hallway from one side, likely meaning that it was toward the mountain. But, Dyon was shocked. That light was definitely the moon, but he was certain he left the Imperial Harem before 5pm. How was the moon out already? Unless…

'This… It seems I've underestimated this trial…'

There was only one explanation. The thought of meeting Queen Luna had slowed somehow caused him to slow his progress toward her to the point where a trip that should have taken a saint minutes, because one that took hours.

Dyon had miscalculated. He thought that if he was aware of the effect this trial had on him, that he would be able to ignore the feelings that came with everything, but he suddenly felt like he couldn't.

The mix of his feelings for Queen Luna, coupled with the fact this was technically his first time meeting her, made him feel like a teenager about to go on his first date with the love of his life. Dyon couldn't understand, so he just stood frozen in the hallway, unable to move forward although he knew the woman who had grabbed a hold of his heart was just around the corner.

This definitely wasn't Dyon's personality. Since when had he been nervous to meet a woman? Since when had a woman forced him to be at a loss for words?

But this… It was different. When he fell for Madeleine, Clara and Ri, it had all been gradual. He had had them by his side for the most part, so by the time he decided that he truly loved them, they had already truly felt like his family.

However… This Queen Luna was like a woman he fell in love with from afar, one he had never interacted with before… His heart wouldn't stop pounding.

The worst part about all of this was that he had triggered his feelings for Queen Luna and Amphorae at the same time. All of the guilt and remorse his character had had years to temper and get over, attacked Dyon's psyche like a flood, relentlessly assaulting his conscience.

'This is too real…' Dyon grit his teeth. Who knew that this trial would be difficult not only because of the looming threat of death, but also the emotional trauma his predecessor had left behind for him.

"Husband?" Suddenly, a voice as sweet as fairy dew flowed into Dyon's ears. It held such an air of innocence and purity that Dyon's heart lodged directly into his throat.

The tinge of worry in the sound made Dyon inadvertently feel a warmth spread across his chest, as though her concern was worth the weight of nations to him.

All of a sudden, Dyon questioned if he had ever felt true love before. Didn't he love his wives? He was sure he did. He would rather die than see them hurt. But this feeling was on an entirely different level. What the hell was going on?

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It was infatuation. Blind infatuation. Unconditional and unrestrained.

Suddenly, Dyon thanked himself for having the foresight to go to the Imperial Harem first, or else it would have been nearly impossible for him in a short time. He felt like if Queen Luna asked him to kill them all, he'd do so without hesitation, save for Amphorae.

'If I don't face her, I won't be able to temper this. Since you want to test my mental fortitude, test it then!'

Although Dyon didn't want to admit it, this test attacked his one mental weakness. He had always had a soft spot for women. Whether that be because of his mother and how close he was to her, or because he was just the pervert Clara and Ri called him, he didn't know. But at the moment, he would rather face the worst kind of torture for centuries than deal with these emotions. He couldn't stand the thought of letting his women down, yet those very thoughts were weighing down on him now. It felt no different then if he had truly done it himself!

"You don't have to be so hesitant. I know you went to the Imperial Harem.

"You're so stubborn. I've been telling you for decades to treat those women better. I'm happy that you finally decided to listen to me. They would never listen to me, it had to be you."

These words made Dyon's heart freeze. Was that why he was so nervous? Was it because he hadn't known how to tell her? Is this how the previous King felt every time he thought of going to the Imperial Harem? Such a weight…

Dyon stopped hesitating, finally taking a step forward toward the silver light. The sight that greeted him when he finally turned the corner, was one that took his breath away completely.

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Dyon could only see her back, but butterflies fluttered in his stomach, churning through his insides and forcing the shortness of his breath.

He couldn't see her face, but just her back sent waves through Dyon's heart.

She stood bare foot, wearing an elegant white gown that likely doubled as her sleepwear. He hair was so long that Dyon had only just made out the soles of her feet. If he hadn't known that the moon was silver as well, he was have sworn with his life on the line that the radiating silver color was from his wife's hair.

Dyon's brain stuttered. He had inadvertently called her his wife in his mind… Did he really mean it?...

Suddenly sensing Dyon's presence, Luna turned.

The entire moment seemed so slow. It was as though every centimeter her head moved, another minute would go by in the world. Dyon's perception pushed itself to max, wanting nothing more than to catch every frame of this moment so he could revisit it every moment of every day.

However, the reality was that it was only a moment before Luna's perfect countenance graced Dyon's visage.

Cool air charged through the slits of Dyon's teeth, but it did nothing to stop the heating of his limbs.

Luna looked like a perfectly sculpted doll. Dyon couldn't imagine that her height reached past his chest, yet her petite figure seemed so otherworldly that he found it difficult to breathe.

Her eyes were a piercing violet, shining under the night sky even as her silver hair fluttered. And yet, her small smile, caused by the curve of her delicate and soft pink lips, outshone it all as she slowly walked toward Dyon.

Before he even realized, Queen Luna had made it him, standing less than a foot away, her fragrance filled Dyon's senses with such a comfortable feeling that his limbs threatened to collapse under him.

Her face matched her petite body immaculately, graced with a flawless sheen with the slightest rose glow that gave her an adorable appearance.

Luna looked up at her husband, scanning his face with love in her eyes.

She reached up, gently stroking Dyon's cheek. "You seem different today." She paused, but didn't say anything further, as though she was trying to decide if she liked this Dyon more or not. "Will you hold me under the moonlight? With everything that's happening, who knows when we'll see these mountains and skies again."

Dyon grasped her hand, almost melting away when he felt the softness of her skin. Recovering, he left her to a reclined chair covered with soft pillows.

Moments later, Dyon stared at the sky with the petite Luna in his arms. Her ear lay on his chest, listening to the constant pounding of his heart. Feeling her touch, she couldn't seem to calm down.

"Are you doubting me?"

These words came out of nowhere. One had to understand that they had been silently laying together for at least a few hours now. Even with his cultivation Dyon had begun to feel like sleeping. However, this question jolted him awake completely.

That said, this was good for Dyon. In the time that had passed, he had managed to calm him heart. He was finally beginning to feel like himself again. But, this threatened to send him right back into a spiral.

"Yes." Despite his thoughts, Dyon's answer was brutally honest.

The truth of the matter was that there wasn't 100% certainty that Luna was the culprit behind all of this. Dyon had many other factors to consider.

For one, her father had died, and control of their Royal God Clan had essentially passed over to an all new family. This was because Luna's elder sister had married someone not even of this planet, and if his cultivation and talent were any indicators, he was from quite a powerful place.

Secondly, Dyon's perception couldn't see any faults with Luna at all. Yet, he had seen many possible suspects among his concubines.

Considering these two factors, Luna didn't seem to have anything to gain. Since her family had lost control of their clan, what was the point in her telling them about he Angel Clan secrets? After all, it would no longer be her family that benefitted.

"I understand." Luna's voice was as soft as a mosquito. She couldn't hide the pain in her voice, but she did truly understand.

There was a reason Dyon called her the weaker of her and Amphorae. Luna was incredibly shy and reserved. Maybe Dyon was the only person she could speak to so freely. Because of this, Dyon couldn't imagine what would happen to her psyche if he neglected her for Amphorae. He had truly never felt such a strong instinct to protect…

"In the case that you're guilty, I'll have no choice but to cut off all ties with you. Our roles as husband and wife will come to an end."

Dyon didn't explain any further. He didn't have to say how much this pained him because Luna could feel it. Whether she was a traitor or not, anyone could see how much Dyon loved her.

That said, Luna couldn't help but tremble at these words, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Her fragile figure felt so weak that it was as though the softest breeze could break her.

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"However."

Luna froze, looking up at Dyon expectantly.

"If you're innocent, I'll crush our enemies beneath my feet and use their lives to pave the way to your peace. I'll never let you feel this way again, and those responsible for it, will pay."

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695 Second Trial 13

Luna didn't know what compelled her to do so, but she couldn't help but raise her head and plant her soft lips onto Dyon's.

One had to say that there were too many flaws with the previous King. He loved Luna, yes, but he lacked decisiveness. He treated her like a doll, as though she was truly an object only meant to be placed on a pedestal and ogled. Truthfully, he rarely even touched her. The guilt he felt over Amphorae ended up placing both women in a place where they felt nothing but endless pain.

Many thought that Dyon hadn't birthed a child yet because his and Luna's talent was too high… But the truth was that Luna was still a virgin.

As soon as Luna graced Dyon with her lips, that thought immediately flooded his mind. This was the first time he felt true disdain for this King he had taken the body of.

It wasn't that Dyon was looking down on him for lack of "manliness". It was more so that he hadn't taken responsibility for anything. He hurt so many for the sake of one woman, yet even that one woman wasn't happy.

From Dyon's neck, an aurora flame stone hung. In that moment, the golden flames raged, immediately turning Luna's fair skin a fierce red.

Her breathing became ragged as Dyon hands trailed along her body. It was clear to Luna that something had changed within her husband, she had never felt this way before. Even kissing used to be a rare thing between them.

In the end, Luna could hardly handle the new wave of stimulation. Her frail body collapsed in Dyon's arms.

After a few moments, Dyon silently picked her up, bringing her inside to escape from the cold night and laying her down to rest. Luna had a light smile on her face as though she had just enjoyed her very first true date with the man she loved.

Dyon watched her sleep for a long while before he stood, leaving through the balcony. His wings erupted from his back, sending fierce gales spiraling around him before he left through the air, disappearing over the mountain range.

Moments after Dyon, Luna's long eyelashes fluttered open, revealing her beautiful violet eyes. Her shy and reserved nature seemed to disappear, replaced by an emotionless abyss. Her once sparkling eyes became dark holes wanting to suck anything that made eye contact in.

She slowly stood from the bed, walking to their large bath room before slipping her white gown off.

She silently stared at the steaming water, her petite body reflecting in the shining tiles below her feet. One had to say that it seemed as though she was sculpted of diamonds and perfectly refined to the finest of details. Even her supposed petite figure had hidden her curves well beneath her gown, enough to entice the blood flow of any man.

Luna reached her small hand to the treasure between her legs, her lips slightly trembling when she felt its moist folds. Never had she expected that a man would truly be capable of making her feel such a way… To her… Her feelings and emotions had been dead for a long time now…

A sparkling liquid attached itself to Luna's slender figure, shining even the slowly building fog and humidity.

Even after just one touch, her legs felt weak, but it was clear there was no more denying what had happened.

She couldn't help but think back to the change in her husband's presence. The way he didn't hesitate to say that he'd protect her feelings against the will of the world. The way he finally treated her like a real woman for the first time in their relationship.

Yet… Luna slipped into the water and washed the liquids away as though it would take the feelings it brought with them, her heart finally settled to the same rhythm of the steady lake of her eyes.

It was too late to go back now. What's done was done.

With that final thought, Luna buried whatever feelings were stirred within that night as she cleansed herself.

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Over the mountain, Dyon was oblivious to this change in Luna. Or, more accurately, there was still a barrier in his heart to accepting it. With his perception, was it really true that he hadn't sensed anything amiss? Maybe the only reason why he even noticed Amphorae's cold eyes was because these feelings hadn't been triggered yet.

Dyon didn't truly understand just what kind of treasure the Epistemic Tower was to be able to do such a thing. A treasure capable of altering and building emotions a person had never had before? How could such a dangerous thing exist in this world?

The worst part was that everything was so very real and clear. The people were real. The Angel Clan was real. The enemies they were facing were really real.

All Dyon knew was that his grand teacher had used some sort of odd path of time will to construct this trial with the help of the Epistemic Tower. But, this information wasn't enough. Could a trial really be so realistic? Even when Dyon partially partook in the True Empath trials, in order for his grand teacher to test his mental fortitude, everything there had seemed so fantastical, and the only emotions were ones he felt in his day to day life anyway. It was nothing like this…

Dyon suddenly wondered if he could truly kill Luna… He wondered if he'd be able to handle the trauma of betraying Amphorae again… He wondered… If when he left this trial… If their imprint on his heart would ever disappear…

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696 Second Trial 14

Standing above the mountain ranges with his wings flapping gently in the dead of night, Dyon decided that the only way to move forward was to finish his second task for the night: Completely understanding and planning for the surroundings of the Angel Clan.

The moment Dyon began thinking of battle plans, he immediately realized the greatest flaw of most of his battle formations: Martial Warriors could fly. This fact alone crumbled many of his seemingly ingenious innovations to dust.

There was a simple reason he hadn't bothered to consider this before. The Earth Gate, although had a cap of essence gatherer cultivation, was a mostly forgotten gate at the time, and as such, was mostly populated by meridian formation experts who couldn't fly. As for the few essence gatherers there were, there weren't enough of them to make a large difference. The variable they provided would be easily handled by Dyon.

However, Dyon was stepping into an all new world now. Many of his coming opponents would be in the saint realm, with quite a few celestial level opponents. Luckily for him, when it came to dao formation enemies, his Angel Clan had enough to offset them even when all four clans were taken into account. Such was the talent of the Angel Clan.

As a result, Dyon understood that those dao formation experts wouldn't attack unless those experts of the Angel Clan came out. The reason for this was simple logic. Why would they place their lives on the line when they could simply use their numbers to overwhelm? Although Dyon thought of using his dao formation experts to force them to act, this would gain him nothing.

So, Dyon decided to build up his new military strategy from scratch. That said, he had two very solid starting points.

The first was a formation he had already implemented with his demon generals. His efficiency formation.

Because of Dyon's foresight, he had long since realized the foremost problem of chaotic martial world wars: the strong killing the weak.

In the long-lost mortal world, there was strategic organization, even in ancient times. The weakest and youngest of warriors would be used as vanguard. This was in order to train them up to become elites in the quickest fashion possible. However, this was also decidedly brutal, yet, effective.

This was not the only reason for such an arrangement. It also allowed those elites to rest for decisive strikes.

One might wonder just how effective such a scheme was. Well, the Roman Empire was quite an overbearing presence for a very long time, no?

As a result of this arrangement, it was very rare for number losses to be sustained because of elites taking out the weak. Unfortunately, the martial world didn't have such a thing. This resulted, of times, in the more powerful and talented warriors weaving their way through the battle field and picking off the weak. It was only after many deaths that an equivalent warrior might realize the mess being stirred up and go to stop this person.

Dyon, however, didn't want this. Whether other overlords viewed their army as cannon fodder or not, Dyon would never do such a thing. His goal was to always enter and leave battle with the fewest amounts of casualties possible. As such, the efficiency formation was born. The solution itself was quite simple.

Squads of 5 would be formed, perfectly balanced with those of various cultivation levels. For example, in this coming war, Dyon's army was only 50, 000, and that was made entirely of saints and celestials. With the talent of the Angel Clan, Dyon deemed essence gatherers much too young to participate in such a battle. They would often times be younger than 10 years old! How could Dyon send them to battle?

Interestingly enough, the ratio was a perfect 1:4, with 10, 000 celestials and 40, 000 saints. As such, the squads would be balanced using the same ratio.

There would be one lower saint. Two middle saints. And one high to peak level saint. They would them be coupled with one celestial. Unfortunately, the only flaw was that these celestials would be wide ranging and could be anywhere from lower levels of the realm, to higher.

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That said, Dyon of course saw through this flaw immediately. To combat this, he created something called areas of attack. Squads of 5 wouldn't be allowed to leave a certain radius and cardinal direction from a central hub which would, of course, contain Dyon, or someone he appointed the roll to.

Essentially, the battle field would be viewed as a giant illusory circle. At the very center of this circle, there would be Dyon or whoever was currently in control of the central hub. The squads would be given coordinates within this giant illusory circle, coordinates they would not be allowed to leave.

This sounds overly complicated and unnecessary. However, the truth of the matter was that this was yet another ingenious idea.

What would happen if a peak celestial suddenly attacks a squad led by a lower celestial? Wouldn't death of that squad be near immediate?

However, what if the area of attack of that squad was overlapped by another squad that happened to be led by another peak celestial? With Dyon's communication devices, they would be able to relay this immediately and call for help, thus preventing any losses.

To ensure the smooth nature of this transition, Dyon incorporated two types of communication arrays. One would be connected to him or the central hub. The second would connect each squad to the other four squads surrounding it.

Any squad led by a lower celestial, would always be near another squad with a higher-level celestial. Their areas of attack would overlap just enough to allow aid, thus resulting in smooth transitions.

The second starting point Dyon had were his bread and butter: Formations.

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697 Second Trial 15

Formations were the reason Dyon was currently zipping through the air. After his few moments with the clan's formation experts, Dyon learned of how "array alchemy" functioned before his grand teacher created the aurora. He immediately noticed the similarity between array plates and formation flags, and he also made, and was currently making, great use the aurora flames stones.

That said, his greatest idea from that interaction was the possible benefits of combination ancient formation technology and modern refinements of it. What would happen if he combined the natural energies of the environment with perfected arrays? Wouldn't the benefits exceed anything ever created before?

Unknowingly, Dyon had stepped onto a path no one had ever stepped on before. Much like his grand teacher's first disciple, he was about to improve of the uses of the aurora again.

However, Dyon understood how difficult this would be. In fact, he had already understood that he was missing a very large piece of the puzzle. And surprisingly, when he figured out what it was, he couldn't help but shake his head in amusement. It seemed the heavens were really shining down on him.

The concept behind using the energies of the world around you to improve formations had long been lost, but Dyon now had the books on the topic at his finger tips. Unfortunately, he couldn't use his speed-reading technique to go through them because his ability to use wills was locked, but that didn't stop him from reading them normally. With his robust memory, he wouldn't forget a word. Such was the benefit of having such a talented soul alter the abilities of his mind.

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After Dyon finished going through the first book, he immediately thought of a mortal world comparison. Wasn't the exactly like feng shui?

From what Dyon understood of the concept, it took decades of learning to comprehend such a thing. Even worse, that was when you were looking at the simplistic nature of the mortal world. After all, Dyon's home world had a severe lack of energy, as such, the patterns were much easier to read. The martial world, however, was a completely different beast entirely.

So, why did Dyon smile? Because of the people he brought into the Epistemic Tower with him, there was one little genius beauty that just so happened to specialize in this rare will: Bai Meiying!

Dyon still remembered the first time he had seen Meiying's feng shui compass will at Focus Academy's opening ceremony. Little did he know that it would be the key to building his empire. With Meiying's help, the formations they'd be able to create would be nearly impenetrable.

Unfortunately, although Dyon had invited Meiying to the tower, she hadn't come. Meiying wanted to stay behind to try and repair her familial ties. After being shipped off by her father into a forced marriage, one could understand just how strained such a relationship was. Dyon could only hope that she would eventually come and see the world with them.

As much as Dyon wanted to just learn this feng shui compass will himself, this was a very special kind of will. He still remembered the words of the Elders to this day. They said, very specifically, that Meiying was "competing" for her space in will mastery of the feng shui compass.

Before, Dyon hadn't fully understood what these words meant, but not he did. Wills could be seen as being finite, however, there were a collection of wills that were so scarce that there was only a limited number of individuals who could comprehend it at a given time. Unless Dyon killed one of them, it would be impossible for him to grab a hold of his place with this particular will.

Dyon didn't know what this meant for Meiying's past, and maybe that had something to do with why she decided to stay home even in the face of a brighter future. What he did know was that if his theory was correct, her value was immeasurable.

There was one obvious problem with all of this right now, though. Meiying wasn't here… Knowing this, Dyon had no choice but to push forward and see what results he could gain on his own.

The idea behind this energy studies truly intrigued Dyon. Areas would be divided into their elements, and would provide energy based on their configurations. Dyon suspected that these energies were eerily similar to Gama.

In the present world, millions of years ahead of this time, Gama energy was formed by tearing through the void of space to reach the depths of a universe. After all, it was this very energy that was responsible for everything created in said universe. Needless to say, this process was expensive, and even in the best of clans, it could only be used by the most core of disciples. As cultivation progressed, the requirements became even more stringent. Often times, clans wouldn't be able to afford tapping into Gama energies beyond the saint level. This added to the difficulty of becoming first grade experts.

However, what if you could analyze the flow of energy of the world and find sources where Gama energy willingly came up? And what if you could then use this energy to power formations?

In reality, this was Dyon's ultimate goal. But, for now, his expertise was much too far away from being able to find the culmination point of such a place. Gama energy was the representation of every will in existence, how could it be so easy to manipulate? Even if Dyon was trained enough to find such a thing, its occurrence would likely be very rare.

For now, Dyon focused on learning to find and sense the simplest of elements. Earth, water, metal, wood, wind, and fire. As expected, lightning wasn't considered by these ancients as a simple element. In fact, there were major warnings to avoid such signs, especially for beginners.

Dyon would obviously not ignore this. He understood how dangerous playing with lightning was… There was a reason it was the weapon of the heavens. He wouldn't allow himself to get in his own way.

Right now, his only goal was victory.

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As Dyon continued to diligently study this all new formation theory, the plans he had set in motion were still working in the background.

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The women of the Imperial Harem had set off into their missions as soon as they finished comforting Amphorae. As expected, it was actually her that kicked them into gear, quickly organizing tasks and sending them off.

Because of the freedom Dyon gave the women of his harem, and since they started moving before the 5pm curfew, no one was suspicious or wary of their movements. They were very much used to the free spirits of these women.

As Dyon expected, the women of the Angel Clan were highly skilled. As a result of their culture, many of them were forced to learn supportive roles, but they were highly skilled within them. Using the pill formulas Dyon provided, the lights in the eyes of these women were rekindled, and they began to feel like they could finally play a role in helping their sons, husbands and fathers. Pride welled up in their chest as not a single one said no to Dyon's demands.

By curfew, all of the tasks had been handed out and the women returned to the Imperial Harem, waiting patiently for the next day.

As for the Angel Clan warriors, they were handed concealment arrays etched personally by Dyon and posted in strategic locations, allowing them to spy on every one of the traitors that tried to escape under the dark of night.

According to Dyon's instructions, 60% of them were captured. After all, it would be far too suspicious if they all survived. Only those with the highest skill and cultivation were allowed to live, although in order to maintain balance a few more powerful ones were captured. This may seem counter intuitive, but it was the ending that made the most sense.

Not only would this allow capturing them to be quick and easy, it also only made sense for the most powerful to succeed.

However, as Dyon expected, the enemy didn't risk mobilizing any of their most important pieces. Many of the traitors were unassuming merchants. Dyon even suspected that many of those who were trying to escape weren't doing so to provide intel to the enemy, but instead to protect their businesses. After all, if they were holed up in a land doomed to be conquered and pillaged, their losses would be immeasurable.

That said, Dyon would find out when he personally interrogated them the next day.

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Thousands of miles away, the Royal God Clan and its subordinate God Clans were moving. They had yet to set out toward their destination, but they believed that they had plenty of time.

Within a room, a man with long dark hair sat naked a table filled with food. Off to his sides, women lay panting in the nude, but judging by the blood seeping from between their legs, it could be said that they had done much more enduring than enjoying. After all, none of these women had been virgins when they walked in… Yet look at their states now.

The man himself was rippling with muscle and vitality. But, most disturbingly, the meat he ate was much too red… It was without a doubt raw.

The only other seat at the table was filled by an elegant and busty lady with long silver hair and sharp green eyes. Although she was the queen of this man, she was fully clothed and seemingly completely untouched.

"My sister hasn't sent her daily message." The woman spoke calmly, slowly dividing the spiritual fruit in front of her to eat in small bites. One had to say that although she was less beautiful than her younger sister Luna, she was definitely a world shaker in her own right.

"Maybe that useless King is smarter than I gave him credit for. No matter. We'll still attack in a week."

If Dyon had heard this, he would have laughed to himself. This supposed clan head was so arrogant that he didn't plan on changing his attack strategy at all. Dyon had accounted for the possibility of them moving the attack date up even as much as four days, but clearly this would give him a few extra days to prepare. It would only be later that this man would understand his mistake.

"You're right, it hardly matters. He is much too in love with my sister to do anything to her. In all likelihood, she will still be of great use."

"Ai, my little Laura. Still so jealous of your little sister? How can my two wives be siblings yet hate each other?"

"How can that be so? She is my little sister, and as such, I love her dearly. We will serve you well."

The man's eyes shone with an unrestrained lust. He couldn't help but reach his large hand over to a still gasping for breath woman.

The woman trembled in fear, but she didn't dare to say anything as she was lowered on an object much too big for her to handle. Her whimpers filled the rooms as tears fell from her eyes. It was as though she was nothing more than a sleeve for his pleasure.

"I look forward to the day."

This man, standing at over seven meters tall, was none other than the very same man who had married into Luna's former Royal God Clan, the Moon Clan.

He, himself, was not from Planet Haven. Instead, he was the first prince of the Ahpuch Emperor God Clan, a family known for their demonic arts and robust body cultivation. His name was Jabari Ahpuch, and he wanted nothing more than to uproot the last of the Angels and press Queen Luna beneath him.

Luckily for him, he saw half this goal as already completed. Queen Luna had already accepted her fate to be his.

As for the second half, in little more than a week, he'd be feeding on Angel flesh.

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699 Second Trial 17

The next morning, Dyon eyes had lost some of their sharpness. It was one thing for a martial warrior to not sleep, but it was entirely different if they didn't sleep and were constantly grinding away at their mental energy.

Dyon had spent all night sensing patterns and marking them in his mind. The most troublesome part was that he wanted to leave the actually village as a trump card, so he wanted to force the main battle to be a certain distance away. This would allow them to slowly whittle down the army until they unleashed their final struggle.

However, Dyon didn't have the time to rest now. He forcefully circulated the last bits of the aurora flame stone hanging from his neck to replenish him from this fatigue.

Interestingly, aurora flame stones were separated into tiers much like soul strength was. The stone with Dyon now was the equivalent to about a peak 4th stage stone.

The truth was that using the stones were highly dangerous. If Dyon's capacity wasn't far higher than the stone, he was likely hurt himself. The more Dyon learned about this flame, the more he admired his grand teacher for managing to find a way to subdue it.

That aside, because of the dangers, Dyon decided to start on the weaker end so that he could slowly become accustomed to using the stones. Luckily, since he had a saint body, he should be able to forcefully withstand aurora flame stones comparable to the 6th and 7th soul stage.

Dyon suspected that the origin of these stones had to do with the spiritual vein beneath their Angel Clan lands. It couldn't a coincidence that an extinct and rare stone appeared in such abundance in this small clan.

Thinking to this point, an errant thought crossed Dyon's mind. Afterward, determination flashed in his eyes. He added yet another necessary treasure to the building of his kingdom. The only question was whether he'd be able to find such a high-level vein in the modern world.

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The sun was still barely peaking over the mountain range as Dyon made his way into the palace, heading toward the Imperial Harem.

One might wonder how a king like him could move so freely. Much of the reason was because cultivation made it easier to avoid guards, and he disguised himself when he went out. As for why he was headed to the Imperial Harem now, it was, unfortunately, not for fun. He needed to continue repairing relationships between his royal family and the nobles of the Angel Clan. So, he thought taking Amphorae around with him would help with this.

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Unfortunately for Dyon, the "Royal Family" of his was nearly non-existent. He, of course, had brothers and sisters, since his dad had to follow the very same rules as him and marry multiple concubines. However, Dyon was the only one born to his mother, the Queen.

As tradition dictated, those born to concubines would then become the leaders of those respective families. Because of this, Amphorae's father was technically related to him. That said, Amphorae's father was a dao formation expert, and as such, was birthed hundreds of thousands of years ago. Considering the life span of martial warriors, he was actually the son of Dyon's great grandfather, which made him Dyon's grand uncle.

This was why, technically speaking, the "Royal Family" was currently only Dyon and Luna. The concubines could also be counted as partial family members. However, this also explains why Dyon also felt so alone, his family was gone and dealing with other matters of their own families.

For obvious reason, Dyon didn't have a very great relationship with his grand uncle. But, that was to be expected. Dyon had disrespected Amphorae much too much, effectively ruining her future. What father wouldn't be angry?

Although Dyon found it weird that Amphorae was technically his second cousin, since they shared a great grandparent, he managed to ignore this. After all, this wasn't really his family and this wasn't really his body. That said, he'd be lying to himself if he said it would make a difference. The trial had burned his feelings for Amphorae into his heart.

Soon, Dyon made it to the gates. The eyes of the concubines lit up when they saw Dyon. To many of them, yesterday seemed like a dream and they thought their King might relapse to his old ways at any time. But, seeing him come here today made the warmth in their hearts increase.

Dyon noticed that Amphorae wasn't in the common area, but, he decided to spend some time speaking with the other women. After all Amphorae wasn't the only relationship he needed to repair.

He was actually surprised that so many of them were out and about so early. It seemed they were much too excited and eager in completing their tasks to rest at all. Dyon could see the fatigue in their eyes as they too invested a lot of mental energy. He couldn't help but praise these women from the bottom of his heart.

"Royal Husband, when did you become such a pill expert? Your formulas are so profound! And your instructions are so simple and straight forward, I even managed to create a pill with 80% purity!" A concubine named Jadeer practically bounced up and down in excitement. From the vision amplifying treasure that swung from her neck, she was clearly immersed in her craft.

Dyon wasn't surprised that cultivators needed vision amplifiers. They usually came the form of glasses or monocle form. Dyon didn't need them because he was capable of using his overwhelming soul to monitor the progress of his pills while also creating the pill. But, not everyone had the talent or soul stamina to do such a thing. So, they handed the task to their eyes. Although Martial Artists had impeccable vision, the microscopic level they needed to see in was still too much.

Seeing their excitement, Dyon smiled, happily teaching and giving tips. He, himself, even learned quite a few things.

Honestly speaking, to Dyon, even if he failed this trial, the benefits he accrued by learning such ancient knowledge was enough reward.

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700 Second Trial 18

A couple hours passed before their session was interrupted by a question.

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"Did you just come here to exchange knowledge with us, Royal Husband?" Pearl suddenly appeared by Dyon's side, her short hair bobbing as she smiled mischievously.

Dyon wrapped his arm around Pearl and rested his hand on her thigh, causing her to blush. He had already figured out how to tame this little rebel. She may seem eager, but she was actually quite ignorant in the matters of man and woman.

Grinning, Dyon answered, "I actually came to take Amphorae with me to complete some tasks. But, I wanted to spend some time with you all first."

The eyes of the girls sparkled when they heard these words. Although they could see the politics hidden behind such a move, they could also see the anticipation and love in Dyon's eyes. Something like that couldn't be faked. A woman's intuition was truly something else.

Kissing Pearl on the forehead and bearing the teasing of her pink tongue, Dyon stood and walked toward the cabins of the Imperial Harem.

Since the area was very well connected to the nature outside, the women that helped design it insisted on having elegant and well sculpted cabins instead of rooms. The result was a very woodsy and outdoorsy feeling that filled one's senses with endless calm.

Dyon had long since taken off his shoes, and his steps slowed as he savoured the lush green grass beneath his feet that still held the faint moistness of the morning dew. He paused in front of a cabin he knew housed Amphorae, ignoring the fact the flowing stream and giggling of his nosey concubines drowned out the sound of his deep breath.

The door of the cabin creaked open as Dyon walked in. From his vantage point, he still couldn't see much of the little home, but he immediately heard what sounds like something crashing to the ground before he heard the scurrying of footsteps.

Dyon's brows furrowed, but when he entered and closed the door behind him, he couldn't see what had made the noise.

The room itself seemed like a well-furnished cottage. Blanket and carpets of read bathed the surrounding, comfortable couches were arrange with aesthetic in mind, and there was even a fire place burning away a maple smell into the surroundings.

Dyon caught a glimpse of Amphorae's delicate feet trying to silently but quickly charge up the stairs, but this only made him even more confused. What was going on? What was she doing?

Dirty thoughts surfaced in Dyon's mind, but he immediately shook his head. He knew Amphorae, or rather, he felt like he knew her. After all, the more time he spent in this realm, and the more things he did, the more memories he triggered and consolidated with. It was almost like a reward of the trial, gifting him points for exploring and doing his due diligence.

With this knowledge, Dyon had begun to remember a lot of things. Those experiences told him a lot of things, and one of them was that Amphorae got embarrassed about the silliest of things. It was more likely that Dyon had walked in on her clipping her toe nails than anything else. This childhood lover of his was truly adorable.

Smiling to himself, Dyon walked toward the stairs slowly, giving Amphorae a chance to hide whatever it is she wanted to. By the time he made it to her room, he realized it took up the entire second floor. He found Amphorae trying to pretend as though she wasn't trying to catch her breath, and sitting on a bed facing a window away from him.

Her long red hair was strewn out behind her, looking very much like the beautiful pedals of a flower.

From his angle, Dyon could see that she was wearing a new silk robe, but what he raised his eyebrow at was the odd-looking object that peaked out from under her bed. He could just make it out from a bulge in the hanging red sheets.

'Is that what she was trying to hide?'

From what Dyon could see, it was a plank of wood, but the moment he saw the crude and transparent strings attached to it, he was taken back by his surprise. Even more interestingly, the strings, although transparent, reflected a faint red light that looked very much like Amphorae's hair.

As his eyes continued along the odd plank of wood, it seemed the strings of hair got thicker and the bundle of hair strings also increased in number. Dyon's perception also caught a faint energy permeating the strings, as though they were purposefully reinforced.

'What a genius…' Dyon couldn't help but breathe out.

Dyon eventually made his way to Amphorae's side, sitting quietly and watching the river outside her window.

"You like music?" Dyon suddenly asked this question. He couldn't tell whether this era had instruments or not, but what he did know was that Amphorae had been trying her best to create what seemed like a simple lyre. To do such a thing with your own perception and without a reference, how could he not think Amphorae was a genius?

Hearing Dyon's words, Amphorae's queenly demeanor shattered as a light blush appeared on her face. But, even in such a state, she still managed to keep a relatively neutral appearance.

Dyon smiled. A crude spatial ring on his ring flashed as a purple-gold aurora flame stone appeared in Dyon's hand.

The flames burst to life under Amphorae's shocked gaze. A brilliant purple-gold formation appeared in the air, whirring slowly to life as Dyon concentrated. He couldn't help but laugh to himself, he didn't think he'd ever struggle with a mere stage 5 array again, but here he was.

Soon, Dyon's creation manifested itself, appearing as a beautiful silver lyre comparable to a lower tier master level treasure.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Dyon took the small hands of Amphorae and placed the lyre in her hands. "Here's my first gift to you."

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Amphorae was shocked. "This…"

"Go on, pluck a string." Dyon said gently.

Complex feelings whirled within Amphorae's delicate blue eyes. "I … I don't know how to use it."

Amphorae's adorable side was showing through again. She was always one to get easily embarrassed about such simple stuff, yet she did what was hard without blinking an eye.

She sat in front of Dyon right now with her body only partially covered by an untied silk robe while being a complete and innocent virgin, yet she was embarrassed about plucking a string on an instrument that had just now been invented.

"Come." Dyon took back the lyre and reached out his hand for Amphorae to grab a hold of. After some hesitation, she reached forward, accepting Dyon's hand.

Dyon lightly pulled Amphorae into his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist and setting the lyre on her thighs. He rested his chin on her shoulder, lightly pressing his cheek against hers.

Amphorae's heart beat inadvertently quickened. She was practically naked and sitting in a man's lap, she had never experienced this before. Even when she and Dyon had grown up together, even knowing they were betrothed, they had never had any intimate contact because Dyon wanted to preserve her dignity. Rumors could be the end of a woman's reputation in such an ancient society.

But now, none of those barriers were here.

Suddenly, Amphorae thought back to Dyon's words yesterday. The word love reverberated in her ears, causing them to redden.

"For you to create such a thing…" Dyon whispered, "You are truly amazing."

Amphorae froze, "But… This was you…"

Dyon shook his head, not explaining. It would take too much. So, instead, he took her hand and slid it across the strings.

A mesmerizing sound lit up the room, resonating their hearts as one. In mere moments, Dyon no longer had to guide Amphorae's hand, she seemed to lose herself in the melody, gracefully playing the emotions of her heart.

This was a true genius. Dyon could only be considered good at music will become from a very early age, his mother had wanted him to learn the piano. She had always been so charmed by a man who could take command of those black and white keys, and despite the stoic nature of his father, maybe that was the only time one could see the depths of his emotions.

However, where would Amphorae have learned from? She not only came up with the idea of a stringed instrument on her own, if Dyon's perception had anything to say about it, she had damn near perfected it despite what it looked like.

The heaven's rumbled as the pace of Amphorae's fingers quickened. She poured out her soul, leaning back into the embrace of the man she loved, but also feeling the deep and reverberating pain that his love wasn't all hers.

Tears streaked down her face without her noticing, but the more they flowed, the more the skies seemed to respond, opening up their heavens and raining down upon the world.

The patter of rain drops assaulted the wooden cabin and its windows, making it seem like a symphony accompaniment. The skies themselves felt everything Amphorae felt. Every bit of anger and resentment threatened to tear space apart. And yet, the deep and inerasable love that resided within her held it all together.

Thunder rippled through the accumulating clouds, following closely being the golden streaks of lightning.

Never had Dyon witnessed something like this before, but his main focus wasn't the phenomenon. He had frozen the moment he felt Amphorae's tears moisten his cheeks. He held her with all his might, afraid that she would disappear if he stopped for even a moment. He was completely oblivious to what was happening…

The golden streaks of lightning grew more frequent, condensing, before striking again with more force. It was as though every note that refined the strikes of lightning, morphing it… molding it…

The skies sang with Amphorae's heart, it took only a moment for lightning to learn to strike with only the same intensity and frequency in the heavens as her fingers did on the strings.

In the next instant, the roof of the cabin was torn away by the savage winds, and yet not a single drop of rain fell upon Amphorae or Dyon. Dyon wouldn't be so naïve as to think any of this was because of him… There was no doubt that Amphorae was protecting him!

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Dyon's eyes widened as he finally noticed the skies. The golden lightning had become a raging dragon that coiled in the air, and its only goal?... Them!

The heavens trembled as the dragon charged for the two of them. Dyon's eyes lit with defiance. He had promised to protect his women, where did this dragon get off thinking it could do as it pleased?!

Dyon leaped from his position behind Amphorae, his wings spreading out as though he was the true deity of the skies. A roar escaped his lips, tearing through space.

Time seemed to slow.

A man stood in the skies unafraid as a dragon of lightning bore down on him.

A woman say seemingly unknowing of her surrounding, completely engrossed in the music of her heart.

And then, the dragon tore through Dyon as though he wasn't there, charging directly for Amphorae and piercing into her lyre.

Dyon fell from the skies, landing directly before Amphorae as arcs of golden lightning crawled along his skin, rampaging through his body and meridians.

Amphorae's daze slowly faded. The lyre in her hands had completely transformed, emitting a terrifying golden light. It had grown to double its original size and its strings sparkled with such a refined light that it didn't lose to the blinding golden light even a small bit.

A moment later, the lyre disappeared, turning into a small golden bracelet that looked like a dragon biting its own tail. It seemed attached to Amphorae, unwilling to let go.

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702 Second Trial 20

Finally, Amphorae's enlightenment came to an end and her dim eyes finally returned to their lively but reserved light blue.

The moment her vision cleared, she saw her husband lying on the ground and panic racked through her heart.

"Dyon? Dyon!" Tears fell from Amphorae's eyes as she scrambled to the floor. She ripped Dyon's linen shirt off and even his pants, searching desperately for a wound to treat, but in the end, she found nothing.

Worry colored her features. No external wounds could only mean one thing: the injury was within.

Amphorae tried to calm her breathing. With so much time on her hands, she had studied many things, and as Dyon had said, she was a genius. Although she wasn't perfect at everything, she was quite serviceable in most things. As such, she was aware of how to use her soul to check for wounds within a person.

Normally, doing such a thing was very dangerous, after all, it was similar to attacking with your soul. You would be vulnerable. But, no matter how Amphorae was treated, there would always be one man she trusted more than anyone else.

In truth… Even if Dyon hurt her and she died, she wouldn't regret it for even a moment.

However, when Amphorae searched Dyon, other than a few odd arcs of lightning that seemed happy to sense her presence, she didn't see anything wrong. His heart was beating just fine, his organs were running optimally, it even looked like he was even more healthy than he had been before.

In a situation like this, all Amphorae could do was wait. So, she silently kneeled by Dyon, laying his head on her lap. She didn't seem to notice that fact the roof of her house was completely gone.

Some of the concubines of course came to see just what happened, but Amphorae sent them away, saying that their King needed to rest.

About an hour later, Dyon's eyes finally started to flutter. The moment they opened, an imperceptible arc of lightning flashed within, but disappeared in the next instant.

Dyon blinked, realizing he was looking up at the now clear skies. When he turned his head, he was greeted with not only delicate and soft skin, but Amphorae's toned belly.

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Realizing Dyon was now awake, Amphorae sighed in relief, but when she noticed that he was naked, she blushed profusely. She had been so distracted by his health that she completely forgotten that she had stripped him to check him.

However, Dyon would never mind something like that. Instead, he immediately propped himself up, gently caressing Amphorae's cheek in his hand.

His eyes scanned hers, leaning forward slowly.

Amphorae's heart beat quickened, but she didn't resist. In fact, by the end, she found herself leaning forward.

Their lips met for the first time, each enveloping the other in their scent.

Dyon was overwhelmed by Amphorae's delicate fragrance. He couldn't help but wrap his arm around her, lifting her up and placing her on the bed.

Minutes passed before either broke for breath. Amphorae's delicate skin had flushed completely. Her perfectly sculpted breasts heaved, glistening with sweat.

"Will you come out with me today?" Dyon asked, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

Amphorae didn't trust her voice, so she only nodded. But, when she heard the cheering and whistling from the other concubines who had somehow appeared in the air at some point, she couldn't help but trying and pull Dyon close to hide her face in his chest.

Dyon's laughed, waving the girls away until it was just him and Amphorae again. That was when he said something that sent ripples through her heart.

"When this is all done, you'll be my Queen." Dyon said firmly. There was no hesitation in his voice.

Although Amphorae didn't say anything, her grip on Dyon tightened and tears began to drench his chest.

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This entire process was seen by Dyon's grand teacher, but he had completely lost his neutral expression. This only seemed to happen because of Dyon, but at the moment, he truly knew nothing of what was going on!

There was a very simple reason for all of this: He recognized that bracelet! It was none other than a weapon of the 33 Heavens, a member of the energy category, The Golden Dragon Lyre!

Did he just witness the creation of one of the 33 most legendary weapons? Did it always happen like this? That was impossible, in the original history, the King never repaired his relationship with Amphorae. The Angel Clan would have been wiped out, and Amphorae would have been taken in as a sex slave, only for her to kill herself. She would have never had the opportunity to create this weapon. What the hell was going on?!

This was way outside the scope of a trial. There's no way anyone witnessing any of this could still think in such a way.

Dyon's grand teacher understood what had just happened. That phenomenon wasn't caused by Amphorae's power. No, she wasn't strong enough to cause such a thing. What had happened was that a new will was born into the world!

The very first instance of any will being tapped into would always lead to such a phenomenon. Until the person who tapped into the will died, every other user of the will would be suppressed when facing the originator. However, music will was one of the few that was different.

Among the 11 energy weapons of the 33 heavens, there were a few exactly like this. Its dominance transcended the life of the originator because it was also tethered to the weapon! This meant that any wielder of this golden weapon would always dominate music will users, even stretching into sound will variants like Saru's vibrational will!

A sudden realization came over Dyon's grand teacher… There were two possibilities… One much less awe inspiring than the other.

The first, and normal possibility, was that this trial was simply realistic. Dyon had the advantage of knowing music will existed in the future, and therefore pushed the process forward much earlier. This meant that when the trial was over, none of this would matter and nothing that happened was real.

The second possibility was heaven shattering…

This possibility said that Dyon was part of the creation of music will and therefore a partial creator of a weapon of the 33 heavens! This meant that everything that happened here was real and time will was much more complicated that even Dyon's grand teacher knew.

What Dyon grand teacher didn't know was that this trial was already crossing the boundaries of reality…

When Amphorae called out to her husband, she didn't say Royal Husband… She didn't say my King… She didn't use any of the generic phrases the other concubines had been using… She said, very clearly: Dyon.

Even more conspicuously, the golden lightning that struck Dyon had done something even Dyon didn't know about…

With Dyon, his soul remained in a dormant state, nursing a slowly growing world along with its own injuries. Within this world, a domineering black and red tower stood tall, but what really held the main presence was a humanoid manifestation with wings of white and black and 6 flaming circles hovering behind it…

In the top three circles, floating in a triangular fashion, an eye, and a white and black flame filled their spaces…

In the bottom three circles, floating in the reverse fashion, the once empty bottom most flaming circle was flickering with an image that seemed to want to come into existence far ahead of its time…

That image was an arc of lightning..

Maybe… Just maybe… Dyon's overwhelming destiny had nothing to do with luck… Maybe… He forged his heaven's blessings here…

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703 Second Trial 21

Dyon stood in Amphorae's room, now fully clothed and looking out at the sky through the massive gapping hole that now replaced the roof. It was such an odd atmosphere, yet Dyon felt oddly comfortable. Maybe the only thing that was unsettled within him was his blood practically burning his veins up. But, he ignored the feeling, fully suppressing it.

It wasn't that he didn't want to take Amphorae right here and now, but he just didn't feel it was the right time. He was fully aware that Amphorae would never reject, but Dyon also knew that two days wasn't enough to repair a relationship that had been chipped away at for decades.

Turning back, Dyon watched as Amphorae's alluring back wrapped herself in delicate silks. He lamented the fact her long hair covered her plump ass, but he was also glad he didn't have a more stimulating view, or else maybe even his overwhelming will power would lose out.

Dyon walked over when he noticed how tightly Amphorae was binding her chest. His hands wrapped around her, stopping a process he thought had to be very painful. Why should she have to do such a thing?

Amphorae paused, "Why are you stopping me?"

Dyon smiled to himself. He had spent morning with Amphorae, trying his best to get her to speak less formally with him, it seemed it had worked.

"You're hurting yourself, that's why."

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Warmth filled Amphorae's heart, but she still shook her head. "It's proper etiquette. I have no choice."

Dyon thought for a moment before walking around to face her. "Let me."

Although Amphorae didn't know what Dyon meant, he let him try. However, instead of trying to bind her, Dyon directly undid the ties around her chest, causing two boundlessly beautiful mounds of soft flesh to drop into his view.

Dyon shook his head to focus. Seeing his reaction, Amphorae felt gratified in her heart, but she also inwardly giggled before catching herself. Since when did she giggle?

Contrary to Amphorae's expectations, Dyon didn't stop there. He proceeded to also remove the silk wrapping around Amphorae's hips and thighs. He realized that they also tried to hide the plumpness of her ass, Dyon found this more blasphemous than even the chest bindings.

Soon, Amphorae stood naked and confused. She blushed thinking that maybe Dyon had stopped holding back and wanted to take her here. A slight anticipation, but also a blanket of worry colored her heart, leaving her with a slight unsettled yet wanting feeling.

Her heart beat quickened as Dyon cupped her breasts and slightly supported them between his thumb and index finger. But, if Amphorae's mind wasn't wandering, she would have realized the focused expression on Dyon's face.

A slight moan escaped Amphorae's lips when Dyon's thumb accidently slid by her pink nipples. However, Dyon didn't seem to react. He was so focused on controlling his impulses that he had practically shut down all of his other senses.

A moment later, Dyon nodded to himself, finishing his calculations in his mind. He grasped onto the purple-gold aurora flame stone once again, causing a blinding purple light to fill the room and envelop the room, with Amphorae covered in specific.

Amphorae was snapped out of her fantasizing state to find the feeling of fabrics wrapping around her skin, but somehow, it felt much more comfortable and much less restrictive than usual.

When the light finally faded, Amphorae looked down at herself in amazement. To help her see, Dyon moved away from his position, allowing the mirror behind him to be seen by her.

Stunning red lace lingerie covered her important areas, and although this wasn't conservative in the least, she fell in love with the design and feel. Dyon had even replaced the normal uncomfortable metal why with a much comfier flexible fabric.

Seeing that Amphorae liked it, Dyon smiled, ignoring his fatigue and using the purple-gold stone again. Soon after, a beautiful red dress covered Amphorae's figure. It was loose and unrestrictive, but still maintained the air of conservatism that he knew she still wanted.

"Is it okay?" Dyon asked.

Not trusting her voice, Amphorae could only nod.

Smiling, Dyon approached her side, giving her his arm. "In the future, I'll show you something even more comfortable." A grin spread within Dyon's heart, thinking about the conservative and elegant Amphorae wearing sweat pants.

Although Dyon was trying to ignore his fatigue, it still caught Amphorae's attention, causing her gratitude to blossom even further. She happily accepted Dyon arm, and for the first time in a long while, she couldn't hide her smile.

When they walked out, it wasn't much of a surprise that the women were immediately caught up in Amphorae's new dress. In the end, Dyon had no choice but to promise to make one for each one of them. Having so many women was truly too tiring.

Despite this thought, Dyon actually felt quite happy having Amphorae cling to his arm. Her queenly aura caused the air around them to tremble in fear. It made those they passed realize that there was truly no man worthy of such a woman that wasn't a King.

For these few moments, Dyon was finally able to set Luna aside in his heart. He didn't forget her, and the love was still raging in his heart. But, what he could do was ignore her possible betrayal for now. All that mattered was Amphorae's happiness right now.

Just like that, the two of them headed toward a secluded part of the Palace. It was time to deal with the traitors.

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704 Second Trial 22

When Dyon walked in with Amphorae on his arm, the ministers in the throne room were stunned. How long had the seat by Dyon been completely empty? They had lost count of the number of years.

That said, many ministers had unconcealed happiness on the expressions. It seemed their King was finally growing up.

Amphorae didn't seem to notice the gazes on her, but her heart was fluttering the entire time. She felt gratified to finally be able to be by Dyon's side. The fact it was something so important too only made her feel better.

The truth was that a concubine didn't have any right to such an honor, but the fact Dyon ignored such an obvious and clear rule of etiquette made his stance clear. From today forward, Amphorae's status wouldn't be any less than that of Luna.

Dyon sat in the center throne with Amphorae directly to his right. He didn't speak for a long while, instead, he scanned the room silently. Unlike yesterday, he knew everyone in this room now. And it was very clear to him that three families were missing. To arrive after the King was a clear sign of disrespect, but for now, Dyon said not a single word. In fact, because of the atmosphere his aura created, not a single person dared to talk.

The throne room remained completely quiet.

Ten minutes passed. Then thirty. Then an hour. And still, no one said a word.

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Amphorae's heart couldn't help but feel a fiery heat spread through her chest. Dyon presence forced even those of the dao formation in this room to not dare to speak, even to ask what was wrong. His demeanor now was completely different than when they were alone, did her King always have such a side to him?

Despite Amphorae's thoughts, how could she not understand what was wrong? There were people missing, and the most embarrassing part for her was that one of them was her very own father.

A slight fury built in Amphorae's heart before she couldn't only helplessly and silently sigh. How could she not understand why her father would treat their King like this? However, this current King of theirs was very different. If her father continued to act like this, there would only be humiliation and death in his future.

There was an indescribable feeling welling up within her… Something that was telling her that there wasn't anything in existent capable of stopping her husband's current momentum.

Finally, after nearly another half an hour, the sound of three laughing men filled the hallways leading to the throne room.

Soon, the doors of the throne room opened. However, contrary to their previous attitudes, the laughter of the men completely stopped, immediately getting caught in their throats. Whereas they had expected the hall to be filled with discussion, and likely heated as it usually was, the reality was that the hall was completely quiet, making them the complete center of attention. Although this was their goal from the beginning, the circumstances in which is happened were vastly different from what they had imagined.

The man in the middle was tall and handsome, sporting long dark red hair. He was without a doubt Amphorae's father. Judging by how he was a dao formation expert, and could still manage to look so young, he had to have either just recently broken through to a new stage or was ridiculously talented.

Judging by Dyon's information on him, it was more likely the former, although any dao formation expert was an overwhelming talent. He was known as Minister Akhekhu.

The other two men had auras at the peak celestial realm and were very close to their next break through should they decide to forego increasing their cultivation grade. Considering they were only a few thousand years old, they not only had plenty of time, but were also much younger than Minister Akhekhu. They were known as Minister Baria and Minister Hesus.

One had to say, that although they were all family heads, such an arrangement of friends was truly odd. Whereas Minister Akhekhu was Dyon's grand uncle. Minister Baria and Minister Hesus were both his uncles. The difference of one generation in the martial world was much too wide to ignore.

Dyon noted this oddity but continued to stay silent. In fact, he had long since closed his eyes. He didn't even react to the laughter or the opening of the throne room door. The only clue that he was still very much here and very much aware was the stifling dominance of his aura.

Minister Akhekhu's heart froze over when he saw the situation. But, when he noticed that there was someone seated beside Dyon, and the fact that person was his daughter, he was completely stunned. He suddenly went from a completely embarrassing situation, to another situation he had no idea how to handle.

However, the coldness in his heart immediately returned. Did this King of his think that such empty gestures would change decades of suffering? He had to watch his own daughter brave through complete humiliation while never saying a word of complaint. How could such anger and frustration be washed away so easily?

Yet, despite this, Minister Akhekhu's eyes softened when he looked upon Amphorae. He rarely ever got to see his daughter now, after all, the Imperial Harem forbade men from entering. Unfortunately for him, this included fathers.

Amphorae's heart swam with complex feelings when she saw her father's eyes, but her expression remained unmoved. When a woman married, it was only right that her allegiances shifted. No matter what Dyon had done in the past, she still loved him. And from their talks, she could see the guilt that was wracking his heart all of this time and the heavy stone that weighed on his psyche. All that mattered to her now was that he was trying, yet he was also so patient with her.

Right now, Amphorae wasn't a daughter, she was a Queen and the wife of a King. A King who had just been disrespected by his subjects. The side she chose was clear to her.

In the next instant, the wave of pressure doubled… just as Dyon's eyes finally opened.

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705 Second Trial 23

At the moment, time seemed to completely condense in the air. Everyone present could feel ever second that passed, it was as though each one was ten times its normal length.

Dyon wasn't the type of person to lose himself in anger often. And even if he did, he rarely showed it. Even when an entire Universe tried to drown out his name in mud, he laughed before showing them why they weren't even worthy of knowing who he was, let alone attempting to tarnish his reputation. He stood tall over an entire generation of geniuses with barely two years of cultivation.

However, when Dyon did decide to show his anger, those who faced it would pay a grave price. He still hadn't forgotten how he had sworn to destroy Planet Deimos, nor had he not noticed that Tau Aumen had tried to help the Uidah take over their universe. He may have let it go for now, but that didn't mean it had left his heart. He had his own reasons for letting Tau believe that he had hidden himself from him, but one had to say that he had already signed his death contract.

Minister Akhekhu didn't dare to allow the coldness in his heart to spread. He felt that he didn't have the right to have such thoughts, how could he go against this mountain?

There was only one reason Dyon's mere gaze could pressure a dao formation expert like this: Heaven's Blessing.

Why was it that experts could have an invisible pressure to them even without releasing their cultivation? Heaven's Blessing.

However, there was something else growing within Dyon. Just like his perception in the last trial, this trial was once again increasing something within him.

One might wonder just why the ranks of the Epistemic Tower were labeled as such. The answer was simple. The presence of a martial warrior was decided within these trials. Whether one became a member of nobility, or transcended it all and became a God, it was all decided here.

In the first trial, Dyon began to cultivate an all-seeing eye, reaching a level of perception that could look down on the world and read it on a whim. This eye was a Martial Art, something that relied solely on one's body. However, such a thing was exceedingly difficult to cultivate, and as such, was separated into seven levels of foundation that decided its future level. A martial warrior who only entered the first viscount level would only be able to increase their perception within that range. But, Dyon now had the opportunity to cultivate his perception all the way to the peak of the God level.

Each level was split into four level. Early, Middle, Late and Peak.

The levels themselves were decided by titles of nobility. Viscount, Earl, Marquise, Duke, King, Emperor and God.

In order to pass the first trial of the viscount, one needed to birth the seed of viscount perception. However, in order to pass the first God trial, one needed the seed of God perception!

The seed decides the potential. But the level itself is decided by another ranking system. A seed of viscount perception is the equivalent of a half step to Early Viscount Perception.

But… The seed of a God Perception is the equivalent of a peak Duke Perception!

Even more interestingly, Dyon completely shattered the first trial's record. Knowing this, how could his perception possible be at the minimum requirement? No. Dyon's perception had already crossed over into Kingly levels. Currently, Dyon wielded a Late Stage King Perception.

It was no wonder why his Kingly aura was so overwhelming.

If this was all said, then what Martial Art was Dyon currently fostering within this second trial? It was none other than Presence.

This trial wasn't just about wielding the strongest hammer. It was about understanding the will of your people, maneuvering your kingdom even when it was at a disadvantage, and soothing the raging storms of war and politics. Dyon had already seen through this, likely because of his awakened Perception seed. As such, he treated his every action as important.

There would come a point where those of lower cultivation and Presence would directly kneel before him, not daring to fight. Such was the goal of this trial.

Knowing what was currently growing within Dyon, it was no wonder these family heads felt pressure. There was no doubt that any dao formation expert, or even quite a few celestials would have at least one of the Martial Arts. However, not everyone had the capabilities of fostering or cultivating them, and Presence was particularly difficult to cultivate. Many tried to fake it by using their cultivation, but such a thing would simply be fake bravado. It was the equivalent of a brawny man being willing to fight anyone weaker than him but running as soon as he saw true competition.

Dyon's grand teacher had a solid grasp on the fact that it was often the intangible things that formed what made you up on the inside that not only decided what type of person you were, but also the kind of road you would take on the martial path. As such, although some of the trials consisted of needing martial talent, another large segment required the proper mental make up and fortitude.

As for why he did this… Even Dyon didn't know fully… Only the grand teacher and those with him knew that even while he leisurely chatted with Dyon, he had an eyes on a never ending war in front of him… A war that only those prepared could help in.

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He didn't just need powerful allies. He needed unbreakable allies.

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706 Second Trial 24

Without even understanding why, the three Ministers stepped forward. The peak celestials directly kneeled, trembling and accepting their wrongs. They couldn't describe the feeling very accurately… But it was fear that overwhelmed their hearts, it was reverence and guilt… If one were to say fear was an aspect, they would be partially right, but it would more so be fear in concert with a disbelief that they had been so brazen before their King.

However, Minister Akhekhu did no such thing.

One could say that the combination of the two ministers knowing that Dyon was their rightful king, in combination with their relatively young age and the fact Dyon's Heaven's Blessing was the equivalent of a dao formation expert, they hardly stood a chance.

They knew that they were in the wrong from the beginning, and the prestige of the Angel Clan King was etched deeply into their hearts, so they were relatively easy to handle.

The problem was that Minister Akhekhu's Heaven's Blessing was also that of a dao formation expert. In addition, he had true reasons to hate the King, while his two followers were simply doing so for small benefits. In addition, his cultivation itself could resist Dyon's currently growing Presence. A powerful enough dao formation expert could even resist and Emperor level Presence if forced to do so. However, the benefit was that they would have to divert some of their strength to do so.

That said, Dyon hadn't even earned a King level Presence just yet. Currently, he was still within normal noble ranks, although he was steadily improving. He could currently be considered a Peak Marquis in Presence.

The truth was that Dyon had long since fostered Presence. His very own father had taught him without understanding that it was one of the most difficult things for even talented martial warriors to learn. The reason why people like General Mace could make Madeleine and Ri feel fear was because he had cultivated Presence.

In the mortal realm, in order to become an outstanding official, it was necessary to have a noble level Presence. So, even when Dyon had not a lick of cultivation, he already had a Viscount level Presence. By the world tournament, it had already broken into the Earl level. After he faced life and death, it had broken into the Marquis level. One can see how difficult it was to cultivate Presence. After all, Dyon faced a dao formation expert at the meridian formation level, and only increased by one stage.

"You've changed, my King." Minister Akhekhu bowed slightly, trying to avoid his pull to look at his daughter. He had wanted this for her for so long that he couldn't understand how he should act now.

Although it may seem like it, this slight bow by Akhekhu wasn't actually disrespectful. As a Minister of the highest order, this was just about the amount of respect he was due to show the King. This may seem like small gesture, it was at least something to move them in the right direction. Now, Dyon's reaction was all that remained.

Dyon glanced silently at this minister of his. Interestingly, he was neither cold nor angry. The wave of rage they had felt just earlier seemed to dissipate into smoke.

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They were used to their King restraining himself, after all, this wasn't the first time these three were purposely late to a meeting. However, this didn't seem like simply holding back. It seemed more like their King had decided that now wasn't the time. He eyes came off of them, almost as though to say "I'll deal with you later."

"Bring in the traitors."

The eyes of the three ministers widened. Traitors? They thought that this was supposed to be a normal war meeting, they knew nothing of these traitors. How could they, as high class ministers near the peak of this society, know nothing of such a big move by the King?

A cold sweat permeated on the back of not only them, but a few other ministers within the court. The sharp contrast between their attitudes and that of the rest meant only one thing: This was done purposely by their King.

When Dyon asked for a detail report that day and put in place all of those laws, he hadn't said a single word about traitors. What he had said very clearly was: "When they try to escape curfew tonight, let them." It was only afterwards that he gave commands to catch a few of them and only through those that he had judged were trustworthy.

If he had given this task to possible traitors, wouldn't they make sure to catch only those that knew nothing? If that was the case, wouldn't Dyon be in an even deeper well? He would have no cards, little trust of many of his ministers and people, all while facing an army of millions.

This seemingly simple move sense shivers down the backs of his ministers. Even those who knew of the traitors were trembling when they noticed the pale faces of some of those around them. All of this meant one simple thing: Their King had decided to no longer trust them.

The fact that the three before him now had the palest faces of all told everyone all they needed to know. The blood only continued to drain from their faces as 8 criminals in strong reinforced chains were dragged in, in dirty and ragged clothing, completely bloodied and beaten.

The message was clear.

This is your future if you continue to defy me.

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707 Second Trial 25

"Sit." Dyon's voice filled the hall, obviously referring to the three ministers before him. In one move, Dyon had shattered the spirits of those who wanted to oppose him. If it was just the three ministers who were singled out, it would be one thing. After all, what was impressive about seeing through their actions? They were always late and disrespectful. It was obvious to single them out. However, the fact there were others, and judging by their reaction, it told a completely different story… It meant their King had seen through their subtle movements. This was their last chance, and they knew it.

The power of a King wasn't limited to himself, but was rather found within the scope of control he wielded. Dyon understood this, therefore he didn't have to supress these men with his own cultivation. All he had to do was use his authority as a King. And the moment he did, the wave of pressure in the room doubled once again. Dyon's Presence had broken into the Duke levels.

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Moments later, the eight traitors were laid at feet of the stairs leading to the thrones that held Dyon and Amphorae.

Dyon and the ministers silently scanned the traitors while those who were essentially called out by their king tried their best to regain their composure.

From what they could see, four of the eight were merchants, and judging by their injuries, they were treated much better. This was because Dyon took into consideration the fact that their betrayal may not be so simple. In the mortal realm, companies usually benefitted from war, but that wasn't all companies. In the same vein, war was clearly detrimental to these merchants. They likely sold luxury items that would be completely useless in these times. Who needed furs and jewels when their lives were on the line?

However, there was a fifth merchant that they took much longer to recognize, and that was simply due to the bloodiness of his face. He was almost completely disfigured.

By this point, it was clear that Dyon decided the treatment of these traitors based on a series of rules. What those rules were? The ministers could only make some guesses.

Firstly, they were correct about the first four merchants being luxury peddlers. This made it less likely that their betrayal was a stand against their Clan. That said, this was, of course, not enough for Dyon to trust them. For one, despite his deductions, he treated them as prisoners regardless. Secondly, they had been escaping with their luxury items in tow. This made their motives more acceptable, although still punishable.

Secondly, when the ministers finally recognized the fifth merchant, a coldness swept over their hearts. This merchant was the very first to be allowed into their village and many ministers here thought highly of him. In fact, he was invited to many important functions.

After the death of the former King, the one thing that the ministers managed to appreciate about their King was the fact that he built up the economy of their little clan very well. He took advantage of their spiritual vein's ability to produce rare stones and cornered a market all to their own, but he also facilitated trade between clans as well. Much of this was because he wanted Queen Luna to feel more at home, so he tried his best to reflect her experiences here, however despite the slight bitterness that brought, it still held an overall good within.

This was one of the few bright spots of his rule. Unfortunately, it seemed that the very first merchant they allowed in, one many of them called friend and even spoke secret matters with, was actually a spy implanted from the very beginning. How could their hearts not go cold? Just how deep did the schemes of the Moon Royal God Clan go?

It was very clear to them that a merchant truly had the best disguise. They could freely enter and leave the clan, and only had to undergo minimal inspection at the gates. Considering what they were truly dealing in was hidden in their minds, how could that be checked?

With the knowledge that Merchant Brinsop was a traitor, Dyon immediately knew that the Moon clan had full knowledge of not only their military strength and numbers, but also their equipment. After all, he was responsible for dealing in such things. Although the Moon clan had many capable Weapon-smiths, they had been forbidden by their ancestors to dig out the resources of their land. This was much of the reason why their young King's new innovations were so well received. He allowed precious metals and minerals that the Angel Clan hadn't seen in millions of years to come back into their society.

Unfortunately, with every bulk order of precious metals suitable for weapon making made by the Royal Angel family, the easier it was for their enemies to calculate just what kind of weapons they were working with. This was especially so since Merchant Brinsop had many private dealings with weapon-smiths.

The truth was that the scouts last night had almost let him go. After all, Dyon ordered a mix of escapees to be taken in. The scout assigned to Brinsop's area just happened to be one assigned to watch and not capture. However, because of Dyon's communication devices and the fact he had thoroughly studied everyone in the village through his reports, he was able to organize a proper ambush.

Dyon immediately made a mental note to inspect every weapon before war. Worst case scenario, they would have to start from scratch…

Suddenly, Dyon's perception caught of something odd.

He abruptly stood, his actions catching the attention of the entire hall.

'Am I really so lucky?... If he had managed to slip through…' A cold sweat permeated Dyon's back. He finally realized a flaw in his plans to allow a few to escape. If he hadn't been lucky enough for this person to be on the docket to be caught, who knows what kind of disaster would have been stirred.

Dyon's figure flashed toward the prisoners. Amphorae's heart was caught in her chest, injured and chained or not, many of these traitors were beyond Dyon's strength. He was being too reckless!

The aurora flame stone on Dyon's neck roared to life as he picked up a traitor they had all seemingly ignored to now by the throat. Panic overwhelmed the eyes of the traitor. He couldn't help but think: How?!

Dyon didn't respond. He didn't have to. His perception had grown to an unprecedented level. This disguise technique was near perfection, and somehow maintained through a beating. The only explanation was that it wasn't a technique at all, but rather, a pill capable of changing one's appearance.

The aurora flames scorched the inside of the traitor, causing him to scream in horror. The cold sweat of the singled out Ministers came back in full force, each one imagining that he was them.

But, the next moment, a resounding shock shook the room. Even Dyon couldn't help but widen his eyes as complete confusion colored his features. When had he ever been so confused? This feeling was nearly foreign to him! He could be in the dark about something. He could not know something. But confusion?!

He couldn't be blamed. As the pills effects were cruelly burned away by Dyon, the appearance of the traitor began to slowly change…

This traitor was none other than the father of the dead Michael… Minister Brodaya…

There was no doubt that this meant that the "Minister Brodaya" currently in the stands beside his fellow ministers… The one completely white as a sheet… Was a false replacement…

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But, then… Why was the real Minister Brodaya in on it?... Why would he betray a clan his son gave up his life to protect?!

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708 Second Trial 26

The throne room was silent. Or, it would have been if it wasn't for the screams of the Minister Brodaya. This only managed to send yet another cold sweat down the backs of those Dyon had singled out. Who had ever heard of a mere saint causing a dao formation expert to scream like this?

The truth was the aurora flames were very volatile and dangerous. It wasn't until Dyon's grand teacher that they were managed to be reigned in. However, that only worked when the power they flames wielded was closely tied to your soul – this was, of course, something that old man learned after hundreds of thousands of years of experimentation.

As you might expect, this was also one of the requirements for creating a technique that fused with the will of the universe and could be passed down. Dyon's grand teacher had taken a natural substance, and tamed it, thus making it docile.

That said, it was no wonder why the old man said his technique was imperfect. His technique was the equivalent of domesticating a wild animal. On the surface, it seems like a great idea, but if you toss that animal back into the wilds, they'd be at a severe disadvantage. Although you gained something, it was an inferior and much weaker product. This was why Dyon's grand teacher said that, in many ways, the aurora was actually holding back Dyon's soul.

However, Dyon didn't have any thoughts of improving the aurora despite having deduced this. How could he not figure it out after having seen the original form of the flames? The problem was that it was truly much too dangerous and the soul was much too fragile. One couldn't even attack directly with their soul, even when facing a much weaker opponent, without fear of being severely injured. How could you then, in good conscious, place a combustible and violent flame near it? Wouldn't you be asking to die?

Acknowledging this, Dyon placed the idea at the back of his mind. Maybe in the future he'd find a way. But, for now, his grand teacher was right in taming these flames.

All of that said, it wasn't like Dyon didn't have an idea of how it could work.

Why was he able to use these violent flames now? It was because of his overwhelming Perception and body control – that latter of which stemmed from his drastic increase in body cultivation talent. He treated the flames as though they were part of his blood, using his body's prowess to forcibly take on their violent nature and manipulate it to his will. This was why he was restricted and also why it was much more tiresome to use them.

Seemingly, that meant the solution was to either find a way to form an aurora that used the body as its power source, or somehow link his existing aurora to his body. There were other ideas Dyon had, but they seemed even more fantastical. After all, how could he make his soul as robust as his body? If such a thing was possible, wouldn't he be invisible with his current soul talent?

"Why is it you…" Dyon's brow furrowed as he held Minister Brodaya's neck.

Suddenly, in the midst of his screams, a dangerous light flashed within Minister Brodaya's eyes. Hate, anger, regret – all of it swirled within.

Amphorae's heart clenched, she knew it was much too dangerous for Dyon to get so close. How could she be fast enough to help him now?

Dyon's Perception immediately caught onto the killing intent. However, he didn't panic. Hadn't he faced odds like this before? Except this time, it was different. This time… He was in control.

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His Presence dampened his heart and forced him to remain cool headed. It had only been fractions of a second since he detected this traitorous Minister's intentions, but he had more time to work with than most. As Dyon had decided during the first trial, if his body wasn't fast enough to react, what he needed wasn't just faster reaction, but Prediction!

"Husband!" Amphorae's voice sounded out, but Dyon had already made his move. Minister Brodaya's first mistake was pretending to be weak and allowing the aurora flames into his body. Now that he had, he would bend to Dyon's will now.

In an instant, the aurora flames diverted from the blood in Minister Brodaya's veins and propelled themselves toward his meridians. Minister Brodaya's eyes widened when he realized what was happening, but it was already too let… He had let a tiger into his home.

Raging gold flames stormed through the once enigmatic energy filled meridians, completely disrupting the flow of energy. It stalled Minister Brodaya for half a second, and that was all Dyon needed.

A majestic twin pair of black and white wings erupted from Dyon's back as he shot backwards. Moments later, three ministers sprang forward and restrained the raging Brodaya. From start to finish, he never got the opportunity to attack.

Dyon smirked to himself when he realized all three of the ministers who moved were three he had called out. It seemed they were eager to prove their loyalty.

Although Dyon seemed focused on saving himself, he had actually been inspecting the room. Those who were traitors would likely know that Brodaya was also one, no? In that case, why would they move to help? If the King died, that was even better for them.

After his inspections, Dyon pretended not to notice anything. It seemed this round of noble games was getting interesting.

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709 Second Trial 27

"You have a lot of nerve attacking the King in our presence!"

Punches and kicks flew toward Minster Brodaya. They were restrained, of course. That said, it wasn't to a great extent. After all, as a dao formation expert, he was quite resilient.

Amphorae placed her small hand on her chest, taking a deep breath to steady her breathing. That was much too dangerous.

However, at this point in time, the hall was eerily quiet. When Amphorae noticed it, she too had her eyes widen in shock. Without exception, every single one in this room couldn't take their eyes off of Dyon.

Inwardly, Dyon raised an eyebrow. 'Is there something on my face? Or is it because they're surprised that I evaded a dao formation expert's attempted attack?'

Just as he thought that, Dyon's Perception picked up something odd. They weren't looking at him… Or, more accurately, they were looking at his wings?...

If Dyon thought about it, this was indeed the first time he had used his wings in public. The last time he did, was in the dead of night in his and Luna's private garden. At the time, even Luna hadn't seen him take off since she was in the room. Her field of vision wouldn't have picked up on it.

Amphorae's heartbeat quickened. The sheen of her husband's wings were so holy, yet somehow also so devilish. She felt her bloodline trembling under his presence. But, the problem was that her senses were sharp. This suppression wasn't coming from Dyon's bloodline, it was coming from something else.

All of the experts were thinking the same thing. If they hadn't been here to witness Dyon grow up themselves, they would almost not believe that he was a member of their clan at all. Somehow, the moment that the golden lightning dragon struck down, the boundaries of reality and fantasy were becoming blurred.

Just yesterday, Dyon was known as a prodigy of the Angel bloodline and one with the purist inheritance of it in hundreds of thousands of years. However, in that moment, the story changed, it was a completely imperceptible change…. To those of this time, things had always been this way. Unfortunately, it caused more trouble for Dyon.

The reason was simple. They felt no bloodline power from Dyon. How could they accept a King with such a weakness? Suddenly, it was not only Dyon's leadership that came under question, but also his right to lead at all. It was suffice to say that those two Ministers that bowed to him were doing so in respect to his Presence, but also the legacy of the Angel Clan.

This was something Dyon had not a single clue about. To him, this was just an adaptation of the trial. It made sense that anyone who entered the trial would have troubles, and he just assumed that this was one of them.

But, none of that mattered. Dyon had seemingly grasped yet another advantage.

"King!"

The Ministers stood. Angelic wings burst from their backs, filling the room with a pressure that made traitors tremble.

Minister Brodaya finally saw this and an unwillingness and regret filled his eyes. He felt to the ground, unwilling to support his own self to look up.

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The loud thumping of kneeling filled the room. Even Amphorae felt the need to do so, but Dyon's words reverberated in her ears, so she refrained from doing so. She understood that it wasn't proper to do so.

Dyon silently landed on the floor, retracting his wings before looking around.

It was quite the majestic scene. Some elders had white wings. Others had black wings. Some more powerful ministers even had slight mutations. For example, Amphorae's father's black wings faded to red at their tips, giving them a sinister feel.

It was definitely a surprise to see even that man kneeling. Were his wings truly so compelling?

When Dyon thought back, he knew that his soul was responsible for his wings, not his bloodline. However, what he also understood was that the Martial World wasn't so simple. For example, the Ancient Elvin Tomes technically resulted in specific soul manifestations, however, they weren't so simple, right?

The Ancient Elvin Tomes required Dyon to body cultivate in order to manifest a particular Ancient Manifestation. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact Dyon realized that doing this was silly when he had such an overwhelming blood essence within his, he would already have foster an Elvin body.

Using this line of logic, it was clear that bloodlines could lead to manifestations… So, why wouldn't the opposite also be possible?

The moment Dyon manifested his humanoid manifestation, it caused him endless pain, but it also etched tattoos of white, black and gold into his back. Of those colors, his wings had already very clearly manifested the first two, but there were no signs of any gold currently.

Dyon knew little about Angels. His knowledge was limited to what his master knew, and even she was only aware that they were the limit of evolution for humans. If a created human universe had great potential, then after a few tens of billion years, they would begin to birth Angels. Obviously, not every universe was destined for this, but those that had relatively higher purity in Gama energy would eventually accrue enough Heaven's Blessings for such a thing.

But… The problem was that the universe Dyon was from was much too young to have produced an Angel…

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710 Second Trial 28

Dyon was aware of this as well. He knew that it took much longer to produce a universe than the length of time his universe had lived for.

Furthermore, there were other differences between him and this Angel Clan.

While there were some mutations, none were as drastic as Dyon's. Most mutations were held to slight changes in color using white and black as a base – like Amphorae's father and his red tint. However, Dyon had drastically different colors. He had two white wings, and two black wings. None of those in the hall had such dichotomy.

The other clear difference was that even the most powerful Ministers here only had one set of wings, so why did he have two?

The last difference was just a bit petty on his part, honestly speaking. Whenever he used his wings, his shirt stood no chance. However, it seemed that these Angel Clan ministers had a way around that.

Dyon placed this to the back of his mind for now. It seemed he needed to do more to understand this Angel Clan. He spent too much time trying to comprehend their people and culture, and not enough understanding what their history was. He couldn't believe he made such a mistake.

Only when you understand yourself could you look down on others.

Dyon sat back onto his throne. Minister Brodaya had his chains replaced by those reserved for powerful prisoners. Before, they had been fooled and used chains for saint experts on him, which gave him the opportunity to attack Dyon. Luckily, their King was a genius. However, that didn't stop those who captured him from feeling guilty. Dyon simply waved them away when they asked for punishment.

"Merchant Brinsop. Are you going to speak of your own accord, or would you like to experience a few more days of torture?" Dyon spoke out, causing the Ministers to stop their acts of worship and go back to their seats. He decided to first focus on the merchant because he could tell that Brodaya's story was complex. Also, for a man to be willing to betray the country his son lost his life to defend, it could be said that his conviction far surpassed the rest.

That said, the "Minister Brodaya" in the stands that had been pretending to be the real man was captured immediately as well. With so many dao formation experts around him, he had no chance. Soon, he was kneeling amongst the prisoners as well, making the total of 8, 9.

"Just kill me." Minister Brinsop spit on the ground to stop the blood from filling up his mouth. He looked weak and defeated, but he also had no intention of betraying whoever it was sent him here.

"Interesting." Dyon smiled.

Seeing this, Amphorae felt a cold sweat permeate her back. Something was telling her this smile wasn't so simple. Maybe one day she'd be able to giggle at it like Madeleine.

The ministers could only sigh. They didn't have much hope for this interrogation. Someone able to infiltrate a clan for so long, with cultivation as weak as him, would obviously be ether very good at what he does, or have ample reason to keep doing what he was doing. In the worst case, maybe even both would be true. So, how could it be so simple to get answers?

Even worse, so what if they got answers? For one, how could they be trust worthy? Even if most of what was said had an air of truth, if even the smallest detail was twisted with sinister intentions, their supposed advantage could be wiped. Secondly, would any information they have truly be helpful? After all, no amount of information would change the fact they were facing an army of millions with tens of thousands.

However, there was a new-found respect for their King in their eyes. While Dyon may not understand why, they did. So, when they saw him smiling instead of frowning, they felt an unknown calmness come over them.

Dyon's hand flashed as a formation flag appeared in his hand. Ignoring the odd gazes he got, his hands began to work.

Formation flags in this time were made of the same material as array plates. Interestingly enough, they were of higher quality as well.

Array plates were made of special metals capable of conducting and housing aurora flames and thus had the ability to store arrays and release them at the will of their wielders.

Formation flags used this same principle to store higher cores of aurora energies at key points of large arrays. This helped stabilize them, something that was very necessary for the crude arrays of this time.

The moment Dyon saw the use of formation flags, he immediately realized he could use them to draw arrays to bolster the power of the army. Of course, he handed this task to the women of the clan to do. This was the second task he had for them, the first of which was making pills.

One might wonder why Dyon was using the array plate now. Didn't he freely use the aurora flames in the air already?

The difference here was that the arrays he wanted to use were on a completely other level. Some of them even needed to be used on dao formation traitors. How could he create such a powerful array in this state? So, he handed the job to Amphorae's mother, who was very eager to help. Although she too was dissatisfied with Dyon's treatment of her daughter, when she learned that Dyon wanted to give the women a true place in the clan, her eyes flashed with youthful vigor. With her soul power, creating a comet level array with Dyon's guidance wasn't a problem.

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Dyon smiled, leisurely tapping the formation flag, "It seems you want to do this the hard way."

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711 Second Trial 29

Merchant Brinsop shivered, but could do nothing as Dyon crushed the plate, forcibly flicking the array toward him. In mere moments, Brinsop was restricted by an array similar to the one Dyon used on the Uidah and General Mace, although much stronger.

At this point, the ministers still didn't understand what was going on. They had heard of techniques capable of enslaving people, even things like soul contracts existed in this time, but using an array to do so? It was unheard of!

Seeing Merchant Brinsop struggle so hard, shivers went up the spines of those present for what felt like the millionth time. This King of their had barely displayed much effort, and yet had made them all bow down in respect.

"Let's try this again, shall we?" Dyon smile faded, replaced by a cold glint. "Firstly, chop off your own finger if you want the pain to stop."

At first, the minister and Brinsop almost asked what pain? But, as time passed by and the merchant didn't listen to Dyon's words, a burning sensation filled his chest. It was as though molten lava was encasing his veins and meridians, coursing through his organs and searing them black.

Soon, Brinsop's cold sweat became heavy panting, and his heavy panting became the audible sound of his gritting teeth, and then screams filled the hall.

Dyon watched this expressionlessly, as though he was looking down on an idiot. Didn't I already tell you what you had to do? Tsk tsk.

Brinsop's agony raged onward. Eventually, the poor man started slamming his head against the ground, trying to kill himself to escape.

Dyon sighed, shaking his head. The wave of pain doubled and Brinsop's muscles seized. How could an array like this allow the slave to kill himself when he pleased? How ridiculous.

Brinsop pulled his hand up to his mouth, viciously chomping down on two fingers. Blood flew into the air as he collapsed, the pain finally disappearing.

"Well, that's one way to waste 10 minutes of everyone's time." Dyon shook his head. "I hope it's clear to you now that the pain will only increase as time passed and you will never reach a point where it kills you. You either feel more pain, or do you do as you're told. If you try to kill yourself, your energy flow and muscles will seize, and the gradual increase of pain will jump forward drastically. Don't waste my time again." Dyon's voice was cold and commanding. Even looking down on the Brinsop who had clearly pissed himself, he felt nothing. The only thing he felt bad about was that Amphorae had to see this.

Brinsop grit his teeth, but the moment the pain started to spread again, he gave up. "Yes… King."

The Ministers all looked at each other, not knowing what to think. Such a large problem was solved so easily… But the question was, just how useful would this information be.

"Excellent." Dyon smiled. To him, these ministers were far too short sighted. Presence wasn't just about having a domineering aura, it was also about having leader and foresight. Dyon was well aware that they thought this interrogation might only bear useless fruits. However, he was of a different opinion. Any small bit of information was important.

"First," Dyon's eyes flashed, "Who are you?"

Brinsop was stunned by this odd question, but he didn't dare to be slow in his answer. "My name is Brinsop. I am from a small branch family of the Moon clan. I have poor cultivation talent, but my management skills and intelligence managed to gain my family wealth. Unfortunately, without power, wealth means next to nothing. I understood this, so I tried to spread my influence, showing my worth to higher echelons.

"Eventually, I had enough power to be recognized, but that kind of political power means nothing in the martial world. In a manner of a night, everything that I had spent centuries building was claimed by the main moon clan…"

"Then why aren't you dead?" One of the ministers couldn't help but ask. Dyon didn't mind this, of course. These ministers might also have good ideas for questions, by allowing this question to be asked without reprimand, it would let the Ministers relax and do their jobs better. He had gone through a round of instilling fear in them, but ruling by fear wasn't smart in the long run. He had to use a push and pull approach. A true King isn't the only talent in his Kingdom… A true King knows how to make the best use of those around him.

Brinsop sighed, "I believe it is because someone in the higher echelons found a use for me. At the price of a large part of my profits, I was allowed to live, but I had to make myself useful by infiltrating clans that were deemed as threats."

Dyon's eyes flashed as he inwardly grinned.

In this seemingly useless information, he had already grasped two things.

The first was that his opponents were clever enough to think of such a plan. Such planning and foresight… It didn't match the description of the current Moon Clan King. That meant Dyon couldn't plan based on his rashness. There was someone else in the background pulling strings intelligently.

The second point was even more important. Brinsop didn't say that he infiltrated just their clan. He said clans.

'I can use this…'

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In the highest palace room, one reserved for only the King and Queen, Luna watched this scene on a reflective mirror silently, her heart shaking.

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She didn't understand why, but she was moved by these scenes. For so long, her husband had been the shell of a man, hardly even treating her like a woman. But, recently, maybe because of the danger they were facing, he had become someone that she couldn't push out of her mind.

It was safe to say that the previous King did not understand Luna at all, nor did he ever truly gain her affections. He somehow thought that the way to a woman's heart was to constantly shower her with needlessly empty things, and protect her "oh so fragile feelings". Without a doubt, he was wrong. And the way he changed had even turned the Amphorae who did love him away from him.

But now, Luna felt her heart quicken. For the first time, she felt guilt… Even to the point where she didn't have the heart to report in yesterday…

"You've changed…" She said softly.

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712 Second Trial 30

Hearing the explanations of Merchant Brinsop, Dyon smiled.

"Take Merchant Brinsop to Lady Penelope, our best, to be healed. Provide him with lodging, food, and also prepare the same evacuation measures for him as one of our citizens." Dyon spoke quickly and didn't explain his words. After finishing, he looked at Merchant Brinsop, "Be ready to leave early tomorrow morning. If you perform well, saving your family will be a part of our plans. Do you understand?"

The change was much too quick. They had gone from torturing Brinsop to making him one of their own? What was going on?

However, those more intelligent had an imperceptible light flash in their eyes. This was especially so for Amphorae. It seemed that from beginning to end, Dyon had all of the happenings well within his control. It was almost as though… He didn't need to ask the questions at all…

As the thoughts spun in Amphorae's mind, her evaluation of her husband seemed to continue sky rocketing.

When you thought about it, what would have made people the most unsatisfied with taking Merchant Brinsop in? Wouldn't it be the lack of punishment? Yet, didn't he lose two fingers after facing unimaginable pain?

'Could it be that Dyon let himself be placed in a dangerous situation in hopes that Brinsop would attack?...' Amphorae shook her head. Such planning and foresight had to be beyond the scope of humans. It was simply inconceivable. It would imply that Dyon knew that Brinsop would be useful before hand and was prepared to set up a situation where he was punished enough, and yet in good enough shape to be used for the next day.

This was even a two-pronged attack. Dyon purposefully used this opportunity to bring his integration of women into their fold. How could the Angel Clan not have male healers? Yet, he not only crown Lady Penelope as the best, he also thrust her into affairs of war before everyone. Anyone insightful enough could see his motives.

The most stunned individual was, without a doubt, Brinsop. Never did he imagine that he would have another chance at life. He had made many friends here, but in one fell sweep, he had betrayed them all. He wouldn't have been surprised if he received the worst punishment and torture possible even after telling them everything he knew. But, this was well outside of his expectations.

This was, of course, within Dyon's calculations as well. Although he could rule Brinsop's future with his array, it wasn't ideal. He needed Brinsop for diplomatic reasons, and much of that would require Brinsop admitting that he was a spy to those clans. This would automatically shatter much of his prestige in those clans. Because of this, Dyon needed him to be his very best, and him being fearful and restrained wasn't the right way.

Again. A King needed to understand how to best use his subjects.

This was also of benefit for his questioning of the other traitors as well. They saw that there was a way out. But, they also saw that it was the only way out. If Dyon wanted, he didn't have to treat them well at all, because he could force them to answer anyway. This left only one person with the worst of cold sweats: Minister Brodaya.

No matter what, anyone here knew that it was impossible for him to be forgiven. While Merchant Brinsop was coerced, forced and technically not of their people, Minister Brodaya was different. He was of Angel Clan blood. He felt the need to kneel when he saw Dyon's wings. He had grown up with them all. His son had died for them! His only future was to spill his everything, then die.

Before Merchant Brinsop left to be healed and fed, Dyon made sure to ask detailed questions about his network of people in the Angel Clan. His network in those other clans could wait for the trip tomorrow, but Dyon needed this short cut toward uprooting his own clan's issues first.

As much as Dyon wanted to use Brinsop's influence to control them all, he knew that would be naïve. Everyone had their own interests and their own families and futures to worry about. Because of this, there was only one possibility, and that was to force arrays into them all as well. Only then would Dyon be at ease.

After learning of the network, Dyon left this task to his trusted soldiers. They were actually made of his male friends from youth. While everyone else was scheming behind his back, only they had his back because only they truly understood what was going through his mind. Their group of about 20 had become his personal guard, as was tradition. Of course, Dyon was also wary of the feelings of this body of his clouding his Perception of the situation. But, luckily he hadn't triggered any of those between them yet when he investigated them thoroughly. For now, they were clean.

Finally, Dyon sent Brinsop off with his eyes, tasking his protection to a couple guards. Then, ignoring the ministers in the room for a moment, he turned toward Amphorae who sat by his side.

"Amphorae," Dyon smiled, taking her hand.

A faint blush colored her features, but she still managed to keep her composure, nodding faintly. She could tell that Dyon was about to task her with something important.

"Tomorrow, I leave with Queen Luna. Do you understand?"

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Amphorae's heart beat quickened, "You mean…"

Dyon nodded. "While I'm gone, the highest authority in our clan is you."

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The ministers were stunned by Dyon's words. After all, this wasn't protocol. Amphorae might not even be hundredth in line for such a responsibility. Although that was an exaggeration, it wasn't too far from the truth. Concubines truly weren't given much power, and this was doubly true with Dyon's ignoring them for so many decades.

However, the ministers had no right to protest. Just as a few wanted to, they were reminded of Dyon's words just yesterday, words that had become law as soon as he uttered them. He had said that all decisions during this time of war would be made through him, and only him. They were in a state of martial law, as such, Dyon could do whatever he wanted.

This was without a doubt yet another power move. It not only gave silent consent to women gaining more power in the clan, it also elevated Amphorae's status to an all new level. Without even the words being uttered, those around already began to think the words: Queen Amphorae, even without noticing it.

There was, of course, another reason for this as well. Many here thought that Dyon bringing Amphorae here was just an empty gesture. Like duct tape to try and cover over a gaping hole. Even Amphorae couldn't help but hide such a feeling deep within her heart. However, Dyon simply shattered all of that in one move. This was the ultimate showing of strength, a move that was nothing less than a master stroke.

Amphorae nodded, "Yes… Royal Husband."

With how intelligent Amphorae was, how could she not see these hidden reasons? Maybe a normal woman would be jealous that her husband was taking her competition out instead of her, but Amphorae saw through all of this. In fact, it could be said that the one who would truly be jealous was Queen Luna.

Not only has Queen Luna never had such a privilege, Dyon taking her with him only proved one thing: He didn't trust her to stay here without his supervision. While it may seem only right for a King and Queen to take diplomatic visits together, this was nothing more than a façade. It also let the other ministers rest their hearts easy… Even the Queen wasn't safe from the label of traitor.

This worked doubly to strike fear into the hearts of those Dyon called out as well. If the Queen wasn't safe when the King loved her so much, how could they be?

Dyon smiled, raising Amphorae's place in his heart once again before turning his attention to the rest of the traitors. By now, there were only three left. The traitorous merchants were obviously a part of Brinsop's network, so they were controlled with Arrays and sent off to be healed.

After doing this, Dyon also sent out half of his personal guard to re-capture those he allowed to escape. He realized and was willing to admit his mistakes. Although the plan seemed perfect, who knows what would have happened had they let Minister Brodaya escape? They could only be described as lucky for catching him, he could have very well been on the "allow to escape" list.

Eventually, Dyon probably would have realized that the fake Minister Brodaya in their hall had something off with him. After all, it was his high Perception that caught something wrong with the prisoner to begin with. However, that only happened because Dyon was closely inspecting the traitors with such a purpose. He, obviously, wasn't inspecting the ministers so closely. At most, he judged their reactions to certain situations, but didn't delve too deeply. After all, there were more than 50 of them. Even his Perception had limits.

In truth, Dyon thought it was risky to recapture all of those he allowed to escape. But, he had no choice. He would rather the Moon clan catch wind that something was wrong instead of allowing another Minister Brodaya to be under their nose. So, he ordered this recapture secretly.

In reality, though, Dyon was lucky once again. What he hadn't known for sure all of this time was that Queen Luna was more than just suspicious, she was a main culprit, although even Merchant Brinsop was unaware of this – such was the caution of the Queen.

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What this meant was that was any change of Queen Luna would be even more easily detectable by their enemies. And, even worse, Queen Luna herself could secretly communicate the clan's situation herself.

That said, she did none of those things. But, even then, the fact she didn't check in because of her guilt, was already noticed by the Moon Clan.

The reason none of this mattered at all was that the fool of a King leading the Moon Clan now actually decided to not change his battle plans at all, even knowing the likelihood that the Angel Clan was preparing.

This was why whether Dyon captured them or let a few escape meant nothing. Whether they escaped or not, the Moon clan was already aware of the situation, and were still not doing a thing. So, Dyon's worries were baseless.

Maybe he was too blinded by his love for Luna… Such a mistake wasn't something Dyon would ever make…

Without realizing it, he had left a large blind spot in his preparations. A mistake only a fool would make. However, he seemed to not notice at all. Maybe… He already knew the truth and was just giving his wife a chance to change her mind…

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714 Second Trial 32

Dyon looked down on the three kneeling figures.

There had been eight initially, but then with the appearance of Minister Brodaya, it had climbed to nine.

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Five were merchant, one of that number being Merchant Brinsop.

That left four, but one of them was easily dealt with. It turned out that she was a spy from one of the clans Minister Brinsop happened to also have connections in, leaving them with three. Not surprisingly, putting aside the two Minister Brodaya's, the third kneeling figure was yet another spy from a neighboring clan. This made the visits Dyon had to make tomorrow hundreds of times easier, but it also made his disdain of the previous King increase even more.

It was clear from these two spies that other Kings had foresight while he didn't. The only reason that the Angel Clan King even allowed their economy to grow was under the suggestion of Queen Luna, and all that did was allow even more spies to infiltrate them easily. It was pathetic.

Dyon wasn't angry that the neighboring clans sent spies, though. In the human world, before its destruction, such a thing was beyond normal. Countries would always keep an eye on each other. It didn't have to be out of malicious intent, it was just a matter of maintaining personal security. In fact, Dyon treated them even better than Merchant Brinsop, even "shattering" the arrays he put in them.

In truth, Dyon was only putting on a show. He still needed some leverage, so in reality, he only forced the arrays into a dormant state and placed them under heavy observation.

After dealing with everything, there were only two kneeling figures left. Currently, both of them looked the exact same since Dyon hadn't burned away the pill the fake one was using. Although Dyon could burn it away, he doubted the same plan would work again, so he didn't feel up to the task of toying with a dao formation expert. In the end, it hardly mattered anyway since there were arrays placed within them.

"You two have nothing to say for yourselves?" Dyon sat lazily in his throne. The mental fatigue he underwent planning through every minute detail was quite taxing, so he was getting annoyed with this whole process. The fact that these two traitors had the face of someone he had warm memories for didn't nothing to help his mood. It was only when Amphorae's hand found its way to his that he felt himself calm down a bit. Dyon couldn't sense the exact will she used without his soul, but he could tell it was more effective than his own celestial will.

He smiled faintly, thanking her. But in his heart, waves were flying through. He had always known that there was one will that surpassed celestial will in terms of purity, could it be that Amphorae had mastered it?

A holy light coursed through his veins, pumping him with vitality.

Suddenly, Amphorae sensed something. She frowned lightly but immediately went back to a neutral expression.

'Dyon … He's heavily injured …' Amphorae's heart ached. This man beside her looked so strong, but she sensed a deep scar in him that surpassed the emotional turmoil he had been going through. His soul was in tattered pieces.

What Amphorae had sensed was none other than the state of Dyon's soul. She was astonished by how strong her husband's soul was, but that was overshadowed by the worry that was building up. She couldn't understand how Dyon could walk around with a soul that was so injured.

Amphorae didn't let go of Dyon's hand. In fact, she held on tighter, pouring her will into him.

There was only a single will in existence that surpassed celestial will in purity, and only a single will that was unparalleled in healing.

Much like celestial will, it was nearly impossible to comprehend this will without the appropriate bloodline or a kernel to study from. However, unlike celestial will, this will's bloodline had disappeared from the world, making it impossible for anyone to use the latter option.

Madeleine learned celestial will from Dyon who was able to give her the kernel to learn from because he received the bloodline from his master. But, there was no one with this bloodline in existence!

Dyon's eyes widened as he felt his soul mending. The process was slow, and would like take many months, if not years, but it was actually healing!

There was no doubt in Dyon's heart anymore… This will was none other than the peak-most purity will in existence. A will capable of healing even the soul – something even celestial will couldn't do to such a degree.

This was none other than Holy intent.

Simple Holy will wasn't enough to heal a soul as powerful as Dyon's. Not only had Amphorae reached the intent level, she had mastered it to the One With Will level – the fifth level – a step higher than even his demon generals had reached with their wills, and their wills weren't even at the supreme law level like this was!

What Dyon didn't know was that Amphorae was currently holding back. She wanted to help her husband as soon as possible, but she also didn't want these ministers to know he was injured.

The truth was even more shocking… Amphorae, a saint of less than a hundred years old… Was capable of using a supreme law to the One With Law level – the seventh level – as long as she released her wings!

Dyon's prediction was wrong. With Amphorae's help at her greatest potential, his soul would be fully mended in a few weeks.

The only oddity was that maybe Dyon was getting further and further lost in this world. Because if he was of right mind… He would wonder just how a trial that was meant to be an illusion, could possibly heal his true body…

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715 Second Trial 33

Seeing his daughter and his King interact so intimately, complex feelings welled up in Minister Akhekhu's heart. But, he could only bury them for now.

Dyon's expression relaxed and feeling the practical death grip Amphorae had on his hand, he didn't dare to let go. It was as though his wife was reminding him to not do anything reckless again.

Time slowly passed, and by now, it was clear to everyone from the dripping sweat on the two traitors' faces that they were trying to suppress the pain. They likely thought that Dyon exaggerated the effects of his array. After all, Merchant Brinsop was a mere lower saint despite his age, how could he compare to them?

However, they were quickly finding out from their King's leisurely expression that he was bluffing at all.

There was a reason the array worked gradually. The first reason was that an array made in a single setting didn't have infinite power, obviously. For an array to be able to accumulate enough energy to threaten a dao formation expert, it needed time. The way Dyon modified the array, it was capable of taking energy not just from the surroundings, but its victim as well, actin like a parasite. This made it harder to suppress the pain as time went on and also automatically scaled the pain appropriately. Meaning, saint energy taken from a victim would obviously provide less pain than enigmatic energy, and so on.

The second reason was just a simple torture tactic. The pain didn't disappear as soon as you did as you were told. No. The amount of time the pain spent accumulating is the amount of time it spent cooling down. This would be unknown to anyone until the experienced it for themselves. But, after the first time, it was doubtful that they'd want to experience it again. It saved Dyon the hassle of having to wait so long every time he asked a question. It also had the added benefit of providing a higher starting point when questions were asked consecutively.

"Okay! Okay!" Minister Brodaya roared into the skies. "The truth is I hate your guts! You're the worst thing that could have ever happened to this Angel Clan! If it wasn't for you, my son would have never died at all!

"You sit here with your look of surprise, wondering why I would betray a clan my son died for. Well, the reason is you!

"You're selfish, short-sighted, naïve and completely incompetent. Who would want to follow a King a like you!

"AAGHHH," Minister Brodaya fell against his chains, the pain searing to an all new level. In his rage, he had tried to circulate his enigmatic energy with ill-intent. One can imagine the result of that. Instead of venting his rage, he only fueled the array that was causing him pain.

Dyon sat on the throne silently, completely unperturbed.

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Seeing his reaction, his place in the hearts of his ministers seemed to rise another level. It wasn't easy, especially when you were so young, to stay so calm in the face of someone insulting you, even if that person was currently being tortured. What arrogant young master would accept such a thing? They'd probably want to torture the person who said such words, themselves.

However, Dyon didn't care for the words because they technically weren't about him. Even he hated this supposed King, let alone the people he directly offended. The question was, just what did this King do to this man? Or rather, his son.

"You didn't answer appropriately. You can only blame yourself." Dyon said faintly.

The fake Minister Brodaya was huffing and puffing, but his anger wasn't to the level of the real one. In fact, he seemed to be just about to crack.

In timely fashion, he spoke.

"We were sent here by the Queen of the Moon clan." He said through gritted teeth. A sigh of relief came over him as he felt the pain gradually fade away, he instantly felt better.

"Oh? Not the King?" Dyon caught this small tidbit with ease.

"The King of the Moon Clan isn't from the planet or even this universe. He would know nothing of our society if not for the Queen. I'm not sure what her plan is by bringing such a powerful family here, but I can say that the King is definitely not the one planning things."

Dyon fell into deep thought as Minister Brodaya continued to writhe on the ground. His eyes were becoming bloodshot, and he seemingly continued to try and attack Dyon. However, every time he did so, the pain would immediately double. It was likely that the only thing keeping him going was his deep hatred and humiliation.

As for the words of the fake, Dyon found them interesting. This Queen, from the small bits that Dyon knew, was Luna's elder sister and she was intelligent. She likely wouldn't invite a clan she couldn't control over, but from the words of this fake, that's exactly what she had done…

Even more oddly, the deaths of his father and hers were almost in perfect sync. At first, Dyon had found this odd, in fact, he still did. But, there was something that baffled him more.

By common sense, what was the most logical was for this third-party family to have forced their way. This "powerful family" would have killed his father, as well as Luna's father, before establishing their power here as King of the Moon clan, effectively gaining control.

However, according to this story, they didn't force their way in. Instead, they were invited…

What was going on? Why did Luna's sister do such a thing? How did her father die? And for that matter, how did his father die? Were their deaths related to her? If so, why? And if it was for their clan, why would the death of her father be necessary? And why would they wait decades before attacking?...

It seemed that this trial was only growing more complex…

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716 Second Trial 34

"Tell me more." Dyon ignored the screams of Minister Brodaya, focusing his attention, instead, on the fake.

He was quite intrigued by Luna's elder sister, Queen Laura. It seemed that this woman was pulling the strings. Although this may seem like a rushed conclusion, Dyon had multiple reasons to believe this.

The main reason was the characteristics of the current King. According to the detailed reports that Dyon had received, the Angel Clan had had interactions with him before.

As a subordinate clan, they were, of course, obligated to attend the wedding of Queen Laura to her current husband. One had to say that the humiliation that the Angel Clan sustained during those few days was not a small amount. It was even to the point where he blatantly flirted with Queen Luna in the presence of both Dyon's current body and his wife to be, Laura.

The previous owner of Dyon's current body was forced to endure. Firstly, because with his father dead, the Angel Clan had fallen in status. The second reason was actually because of Queen Luna herself.

Coming to this point, flashes of memories entered Dyon's mind as he triggered more of them.

He remembered Queen Luna acting extremely respectful and almost subservient, despite being in the presence of her husband.

Dyon knew that with his personality, he would never allow something like this to happen. Even if it meant offending the Moon clan and warring, he would rather die than allow another man to freely treat his own woman as he pleased.

The truth of the matter was that if Queen Luna hadn't acted as she did, the outcome would have been very different. Despite her previous husband's cowardice, he was head over heals in love. If she showed dissatisfaction, he would act. And yet, she chose not to.

Dyon decided to keep this observation in the back of his mind. But, the more he learned, the colder Luna's place in his heart became. It was likely that if Dyon knew that Luna had promised herself to that King, he would dispel her from his heart completely.

No matter how the trial affected Dyon's feelings, his personality was still his own. With how arrogant and prideful he was, would he accept such a treatment? He had no intentions of being played a fool.

Ironically, this was likely the very change in Dyon that made Luna see him in a completely different light.

That aside, how could a King with such a personality – one with complete lack of regard for proper etiquette and diplomacy have the patience to wait decades before attacking?

Somehow, this greedy King with powerful backing, saw a woman he liked in Luna, and yet waited before taking her?

The cold light that flashed in Dyon's eyes when this memory surfaced in his mind caused the fake to tremble and not dare to be slow in answering his question.

"DON'T TELL THIS MONSTER A DAMN THING!"

Dyon sighed as the fake was interrupted by the still writhing Minister Brodaya.

It wasn't as though Dyon couldn't guess why he was angry. If one thought logically, Minister Brodaya was mad that his son had died and for some reason, blamed him. Clearly, that meant that for some reason or another, he believed it was Dyon's fault that his son was forced into his scouting position and therefore his fault that he died.

Even the world's worst fool would find such reasoning ridiculous. So, Dyon knew that there was likely more to this story. "Dyon" had to have had a stronger role to play in this minister's son's displacement.

Dyon did find it odd that a man from such a prominent family would be a scout, though. Not only was Michael from a major family, he was also, clearly, very loved by his father. To have the doting of a dao formation expert from birth wasn't something to look down upon. In fact, it was luck beyond belief. By all rights, this young man should have had a much more prominent role.

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Minister Brodaya sobbed, seeming like a broken man. His soul was close to given in, so he just spoke. After all, Dyon's question was very broad, as long as Brodaya felt that he was answering it, the pain would lessen. However, if he tried to attack Dyon again, there would only be more pain.

"My son… My son…" Minister Brodaya's words choked.

Dyon decided to listen silently, signaling for the fake to remain quiet for now.

Even before Brodaya began to speak, another flood of memories was triggered, causing Dyon's anger to raise to another level.

'This bullshit King.' Dyon grit his teeth, reaching a moral dilemma.

Michael used to be a member of Dyon's personal guard, among his most trusted. However, the problem was that he fell in love with Amphorae.

Under normal circumstances, these feelings would be buried, avoiding a Lancelot situation. After all, in reality, Dyon was his King and best friend of decades. In addition, Amphorae had only ever had eyes for one man her entire life.

The problem was that Dyon practically treated Amphorae like dirt. His treatment of her made it impossible for Michael to bury his feelings, even causing them to fester.

In the end, he couldn't take it anymore and tried to break Amphorae out to give her a life she deserved. Unfortunately, Amphorae wasn't swayed and was completely duty bound.

Feeling guilty, Michael confessed his crimes to Dyon, and insisted on being punished. As such, he was banished….

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It was no wonder Minister Brodaya hated Dyon. This was all the fault of him.

Dyon didn't, not even for an instant, blame Michael. And, in truth, neither did the previous owner of this body. If it wasn't for Michael's insistence, Dyon would have pretended like it hadn't happened at all. However, this was something that only Dyon and Michael knew… To everyone else, Michael was sent away in a fit of his own anger.

Now that Michael was dead, even if Dyon told this story, it was hard to say how many would believe him. It would only seem like he was trying to cover his own tracks doing such a thing.

From these memories, Dyon realized two things.

For one, Michael was banished. Therefore, Dyon was wrong about him being a scout. He likely just caught wind of something he shouldn't have and ignored his banishment to rush back to the clan to inform them.

Secondly, the reports he asked for weren't perfect. Not a single one had anything about these events within their pages. That meant that, in all likelihood, this was something the previous King had ordered to never be talked about again. Or else the ministers who put together the report would have never missed something so important.

So, the question was whether or not there were any other things of importance that were left off of the reports. It seemed Dyon needed to be wary. He was too naïve in believing he would receive a perfect accounting.

At the moment though, Dyon ignored this. He was facing his first major dilemma as a King. Before, everything had been smooth and logical, one plan just made sense in flowing into the next. However, now, he was dealing with emotions much too complex to make a quick and assertive decision on.

On one hand, Minister Brodaya had to be made an example of. He was a member of the upper echelon of their society. If he could break the rules and get away with it, what kind of precedent would that set?

On the other hand, Brodaya had every right to blame him. This King was much too incompetent. He couldn't even understand the feelings of those closest to him, how could he understand the feelings of the people he ruled then?

Luckily, though, it seemed Amphorae wasn't willing to allow Dyon to carry this burden all on his own. She didn't ask Dyon for permission to speak. Much like a real Queen, she simply stepped in when she deemed it appropriate, causing Dyon to inwardly nod with satisfaction. The Amphorae of a day ago would definitely not have done this. It was clear she wanted to take this opportunity to place a stamp on the hearts of the ministers before Dyon left.

"As a father," She began, "It is important for you to protect your son. As a family head, it is important for you to protect your honor."

Minister Brodaya looked up at Amphorae with complex emotions, it was likely, and maybe irrationally, that the person he hated the third most in this world was Amphorae. The first was Dyon. The second was Luna. And the third was her.

To him, if Amphorae had accepted his son's invitation, how could his son be dead now? Instead, she decided to side with an inferior man. Was his son not good enough?

"However," Amphorae's eyes became sharp, radiating the Presence of a Queen, "You've failed in both aspects."

Minister Brodaya's feature twisted with an ugly expression.

The minsters were shocked by her words. Many of them thought that Amphorae would take a softer approach. After all, many of them had deeply engrained biases against women. They knew that Amphorae had a cold exterior, but did that also come with a strong heart?

Dyon couldn't help but shake his head in disdain for such thoughts. Amphorae weathered through humiliation for decades, all in the name of doing her duty – a duty she was born into and had no choice about. And yet, in the face of temptation, in the face of a better man and a better life, she turned it all down.

With Michael's talent, how could they not flourish elsewhere in the universe? With her talent, how could she not be a pillar to his growth? Together, they could have become something great. Yet, Amphorae turned it all down for the life of a humiliated and neglected concubine.

If anyone had the rights to say the words she was saying, it was her.

"Michael was young and naïve. He was kind hearted, and thought what he was doing was for the best. However, the truth of the matter was that he was blinded by his emotion, something that you, as an elder, should have been able to help him through.

"And yet, not only were you not there for him to avoid this mistake of his, you actually tarnish his memory by betraying the people he so fervently wanted to protect?

"You've failed as a father by not understanding the heart of your son. And you've failed as a clan head by not protecting the honor of your family? Is this what you wanted? For the successor of the Brodaya family to be dead and for its current head to be labeled as a traitor?

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"Tell me, how is it that you haven't failed?"

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718 Second Trial 36

Amphorae's words were sharp and to the point. Not only did she managed to cherish the memory Michael left behind, she also expertly left leeway for Minister Brodaya to be punished. In this way, the Royal family wouldn't seem ungrateful for the sacrifices of one of their own, but could also hold someone accountable.

There were no lies in her words. As a father, Brodaya should have seen the struggle of his son. While their King should have as well, he had less of a burden to do so because his relationship was, obviously, shallower than a father to son one with Michael.

Minister Brodaya's anger twisted into sadness and despair. Maybe if Dyon had said these words, he wouldn't have taken them to heart and his anger would have just deepened. But, hearing it from the woman that his son loved shook him to the core.

"Former Minister Brodaya," Amphorae's words cut deep once again, immediately stripping him of his title, "You should know that the punishment Michael undertook was chosen by him and him alone.

"My husband would never tell you this. Nor did he tell me this. If it wasn't for the fact Michael told me himself, I would never have known.

"This King that you hate so much was prepared to forgive and forget. He had no intention of removing Michael from his personal guard, nor did he have any thoughts of handing out punishment. It was your son that insisted on banishment.

"Learn from him." Amphorae suddenly said. "Learn to take responsibility for your actions instead of blaming others. These were your mistakes. These were your flaws. You have no right to blame any one else.

"Not only will you be stripped of your title. The Brodaya family with be regulated to a sub family and its power and resources will be limited as such. No ministers will rise from your family for three generations. In addition, you will face forced seclusion for ten thousand years without light or food."

A cold air was sucked out of the room as Minister Brodaya sunk to the ground, completely defeated. He hadn't expected Amphorae's words to place such a dampening on his feelings before hitting him with such a massive shock.

Dyon eyes flashed with something imperceptible as he inwardly smirked.

"As for Michael Brodaya, we have yet to award him for his service.

"Firstly, his status as a banished member of the clan will be revoked. He will be buried along with his ancestors with the highest honors.

"Secondly, the Brodaya family will be promoted to a Major family due to his service. Even in the face of a clan who threw him away, he was willing to remain loyal. Such a man is admirable.

"Thirdly, the penalty of no ministers will be erased. A new minister of the Brodaya family will be chosen to replace you immediately.

"Fourthly, the Brodaya family will receive 10% more resources than a standard major family. All in reward of Michael.

"Take him away." Amphorae waved her hand. Her word was law. Before the guards even noticed, they had followed her words to the letter without even looking to Dyon for approval. When they realized this, a cold sweat spread as they glanced at their King, but all they found was a man smiling warmly.

The following few hours were spent learning all they could from the fake. In the end, Dyon didn't bother with his identity. It seemed he was just a branch member of the Moon clan who was particularly adept at spying due to the techniques he practiced.

Much later, Amphorae walked out of the throne room with Dyon by her side, never losing her queenly aura even as she lovingly clung to his arm.

Soon, they had made it back to the Imperial Harem, but it seemed much more quiet than usual. It was likely because the women were away doing the various tasks Dyon had asked of them. With Amphorae in the lead, they seemed to always have something to do.

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By the time they got to Amphorae's cabin that was apparently fixed in the time they had been away, Amphorae was feeling more and more nervous.

Biting her lip, she suddenly paused, "You're not mad… Are you?"

Dyon stopped his steps as well, looking over at this otherworldly beauty with a puzzled expression. "Why would I be mad?"

"I .. I made decisions without asking you."

Dyon suddenly laughed, taking Amphorae's hand and leading her into the cozy cabin. "If you couldn't do at least that, how could I trust you with the clan? You handled the situation perfectly. In fact, you handled it much better than I could have."

Amphorae looked up at Dyon with her sparkling light blue eyes, but her emotions didn't seem settled.

"Are you feeling guilty that you wanted to accept Michael offer?" Dyon asked knowingly. He could see the guilt in Amphorae's eyes, and it was an emotion he had become all too familiar with in the past two days.

Amphorae trembled at these words, no longer capable of holding Dyon's gaze. However, she suddenly froze when she felt her slim body fall into a warm torso.

"There's nothing you have to feel guilty about. Even if you left, I would never blame you. I've had such a perfect woman by my side all this time, and I've done nothing to earn you.

"I want to be not only the man you love, but also a man you don't have to be ashamed to love… A man you never feel guilty for loving… A man that never causes you pain…"

Dyon felt Amphorae's head move as she tilted it upward, breathing lightly as the knots in her heart fell away, shedding the scars and pumping with a renewed vigor.

Her soft pink lips lightly grazed Dyon's before their kiss deepened.

Amphorae pulled back, out of breath and blushing profusely. "Take me…" She said in a voice so soft that Dyon's heart fluttered.

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719 Second Trial 37

Dyon carefully lay Amphorae's soft body on the carpet floor. His actions were slow and delicate, as though he was afraid that any rash movement would shatter the red headed beauty below him.

The somber lights and the flickering of the fire place and candles set the mood, even Amphorae couldn't find herself feeling embarrassed, it was as though this was the most right and perfect moment in the world.

Dyon's hands trailed up Amphorae's flawless thighs as they clung to his waist, gliding over the straps of her underwear all while sliding her dress up.

Amphorae's eyes never left Dyon's. Their soft blue light reflected a face he didn't recognize, but the one thing that remained the same were his eyes. The love they held, their sharp and Kingly nature, it was something that Dyon would never lose.

Even Amphorae seemed to notice this even as her perfect skin was exposed more and more with each passing moment. She didn't know when it happened, but she had long since stopped paying attention to what Dyon looked like, it was as though the King she used to know was being erased and replaced with a man she could love without regret.

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The more she stared into Dyon's eyes, the ordinary appearance of the past King seemed to fade away, replaced by a young man so handsome that Amphorae's heart beat quickened.

Her hand inadvertently reached upward, gently cupping the side of Dyon's face.

What she saw was so unfamiliar to her, and yet so familiar at the same time. Was this the true visage of her King?... Her husband?... Her love?

Without having yet crossed the line with one another, Amphorae and Dyon's souls began to resonate, causing Dyon's former appearance in Amphorae's mind to shatter, replaced by a young man that she had never seen before, and yet had grown up with all her life.

Memories of their life together began to flood her memories as Dyon trailed gentle kisses down her neck, sliding his hand down her soft back and expertly unclipping her bra strap.

Two beautiful mounds of flesh seemed to fall from the heavens themselves, pressing against Dyon's bare chest. His lips found their way to hers, allowing her small tongue to intertwine with his own.

Amphorae's past seemed to burn away. Images of her childhood friend smile, of his jokes, of his presence… They were all replaced with Dyon.

In that instant, there were no longer any holes his Dyon's memories. Never again would he have to trigger a fragmented piece… A life that he had substituted into had somehow become his own.

Black, white and gold balls of light suddenly lit on Dyon's back.

Although Dyon could use all of the abilities of his real body in this trial world, it wasn't his true body that was here, as such, he could use his wings, but didn't have tattoos on his back. And yet, with his soul resonating with Amphorae more and more, and his wounds slowly healed, his overwhelming soul began to bear down on this world.

Searing pain overwhelmed Dyon's senses, but in the same instant, the delicate juices of Amphorae washed it all away.

Their kiss deepened as she clung to Dyon's neck, wrapping her hands around the back of neck and pressing their bodies closer.

The tattoos on Dyon's back grew more pronounced and complex. Their intricacies deepened, tearing through Dyon's skin without regard.

Amphorae's skin began to glow, a holy light radiating from her inadvertently. Her flaming red hair suddenly locked onto its faint golden hues, making them become more and more prominent.

Suddenly, blazing golden flames erupted from Dyon's neck, coursing through Amphorae's delicate body gently, as though they had already lost all of their edge.

Her heartbeat quickened. Dyon's every touch suddenly felt as though it was hot as coals, and yet so comfortable and alluring at the same time. His hands trailed her thighs and torso, lightly playing with her perfect pink nipples.

Amphorae suddenly felt a hard mass in between her legs when she inadvertently thrust her hips forward. The spike of pleasure was enough to drive her insane, causing her first soft moan to escape her lips.

Dyon's hands ripped Amphorae's panties away, revealing a scene that quickened his breath. His eyes reddened. He was nearly unable to control himself as he watched Amphorae grind into him. Everything from the fragrant smell of her juices, to the way the slight parting of her delicate lips felt on him, to the deep want and impatience in her eyes, was too much for any man to handle.

Dyon ripped off his own pants, kneeling over Amphorae with heavy breath, trying to steady the beating of his heart.

The feelings were so overwhelming that Dyon couldn't sense the changes in his body.

Dyon's soul continued to mend at a ridiculous pace, his tattoos began to etch themselves at a level that surpassed even his true body, and even more damning, he didn't even notice himself losing sight of the fact this was a trial.

Instead, he ignored it all, sliding himself between Amphorae's gently parting lips as he kissed her deeply. Amphorae's hips grinded against his own, beginning for him to stop teasing her entrance and enter. Even for her, this young man before her who seemingly came from another world was the only man remaining in her heart.

So, when she felt Dyon finally slowly glide into her, piercing her completely as her legs quivered, she didn't feel an ounce of regret.

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720 Second Trial 38

The moment Amphorae and Dyon finally connected, blinding lights erupted. Holy intent flooded into Dyon, bearing down on his soul and forcing its tears to heal.

Amphorae's walls convulsed with Dyon's every stroke, causing her to cling to him even tighter, unwilling to let go for even a moment.

Her gentle and soft moans were constantly being interrupted by their deep kisshoes. Neither of them seemed to notice that the reds in Amphorae's hair were becoming blinding golds, and that those golds, were then becoming blinding whites.

Amphorae's soul intertwined with Dyon's. Within Dyon's slowly building inner world, a goddess descended from the skies with wings of pure white. A halo of gold graced the crown of her head, reflecting off of her snow-white hair and eyes.

She floated downward, smiling with a light that caused grasses of deep green and ancient trees and beautiful spiritual flowers to sprout from the once dead ground.

Soon, she found herself in front of Dyon's Humanoid manifestation. He gentle aura was in complete contrast to his domineering and demonic aura, but the once emotionless king seemed to finally have a gentle expression on his features as he watched this goddess descend.

His face was pale, clearly severely injured, but even then, there was happiness in his heart for what felt like the first time.

The goddess cupped his face lovingly, tilting his head upward and gently planting a kiss on his forehead.

The humanoid manifestation was suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of comfort. The pain he had endured for nearly four years now was being washed away. His strength slowly returned to him, feeding the weapon's pagoda and causing it to reawaken from its slumbering state.

The inner world suddenly erupted with energy, expanding rapidly. It suddenly went from the size of a small city, directly to the size of a country, skipping over the size of a continent, to the size of an entire planet.

Its foundation became sturdier, solidifying the once quaking world.

In the real world, Amphorae's red hair was replaced by a pristine and unblemished white. Her skin became softer and fairer, her eyes deepened to a profound and royal blue, and the faint signs of a halo trying to force its way into reality hovered above her head.

As for Dyon, it seemed the faster his soul was mended, the faster the tattoos of black, white and gold etched their way into his back, nearing completion with his every stroke.

In the next instant, the tattoos stopped. A violent tremor shook the Angel Clan as an unbreakable aura forced its way through the depths of everyone's soul.

The goddess within Dyon's inner world smiled, hugging the humanoid manifestation and clinging to his back tightly. Love permeated her gentle eyes and happiness flooded her heart.

Dyon's soul erupted, tearing through the barrier of the peak 7th stage, and storming toward the 8th. After being suppressed for so many years, it roared into the skies, causing tremors and natural disasters to overrun Dyon's inner world.

Cracks raged through the ground and the recently formed grasses and trees crumbled, unable to withstand the aura.

Celestial energy spiraled out of control in the real world, causing massive changes in the skies. The entire planet trembled, bowing down to the birth of a celestial.

Dyon's bones groaned and his muscles tore, but he seemed to not notice, focused entirely on making love to the woman beneath him.

With every bone that cracked, Amphorae's intent would wash over it, healing it instantly. With every muscle that tore, a holy light would mend it, strengthening it to an all new level.

Dyon's blood essence percentage integration began to steadily climb. He had already integrated a whole five percent because of Clara, and now he was being washed over with yet another powerful primordial yin.

Every time a virginity was taken, the universe would display its power, transferring over the primordial yin from the female to the male she loved. Depending on the power of this primordial yin, the energy the universe would provide varied. This was why there was an initial jump in cultivation during the first time a martial couple dual cultivated, but a decline in this jump during later times.

Because of the overwhelming power of Clara's primordial yin, and the fact she was technically rebirthed and lost her virginity twice, the first primordial yin of hers that Dyon took boosted him by several partial percentages – because her soul talent could be considered high. However, since Dyon already had a saint body, there was barely a change at all.

And yet, the second time Dyon took Clara's virginity, and her two primordial yins combined, he jumped up by 5 whole percentages. Storming straight from 15% integration, all the way to 20%!

This was shocking. One may not understand why… But if the world were to know that a woman with no cultivation and a soul of barely the third stage was able to so heavily effect a saint level character, it would implode. This shows just how overwhelming the Origin primordial yin is and how beneficial it will be in the future.

However, this jump to 20% integration still left 10 more percent before Dyon could reach the level of having a celestial level body. If Clara had been a saint, there was no doubt he would have fulfilled this requirement. But… As fate would have it, she wasn't… And Dyon's overbearing soul talent was threatening him once again.

That said. It wouldn't succeed.

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721 Second Trial 39

Dyon's soul roared, disdaining the technique that would have it sealed like so. It threatened to shatter the would completely, holding his goddess in his arms and making love to her in the air.

Their passionate love making shook Dyon's inner world, tearing down everything that had formed in the past four years.

The goddess' snow-white skin seemed to glow fiercer under the humanoid manifestations ravaging. Her moans caused the world to collapse just as much, as though it didn't have the right to hear her.

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The twin wings of the humanoid manifestation trembled, expanding to double their size and arcing through the inner world, sending tremors of sharp winds careening. In the next instant, a magnificent third set of wings erupted from its back, causing its roars to increase.

The six rings of black gold shook, rearranging themselves. The still flickering arc of lightning shifted up, making way for a ring of blinding lights to replace it.

At the peak-most circle, an overbearing eye was housed. Just on its bottom left, was a blazing black flame. On its bottom right, a flickering flame of pure white was housed. Just below that, the arc of golden lighting fading into and out of existence sat, although the time it spent being corporeal increased dramatically.

However, the most eye-catching flaming circle was now on the foremost bottom. The entire structure of the six rings shook violently, suddenly flipping completely. In that instant, the overbearing eye sat at the bottom, and at the top, a blinding light continued to increase in size.

In the real world, Amphorae breathed heavily. She had lost count of how many times she had reached her climax, her back arced, even as glowing whites etched into her back as well.

Her cultivation level climbed. Dyon's overbearing soul directly injected its energy into her, not minding for one moment that it was currently a funnel for celestial energy.

Planet Haven continued to quake, giving in all of its celestial energy to this one place, and yet the appetite of Dyon's soul wasn't satisfied.

Those in the real world didn't know what was going on. Anyone intelligent could tell that this was the break through of a celestial, but considering there was no tribulation, it was definitely the break through of a soul. Body break throughs weren't nearly as dynamic because they relied more on resources than anything else. This was why Dyon never had any peculiar phenomenon when he raised his body cultivation.

But, who had a soul so powerful to overwhelm an entire planet in this way?!

One had to know that the area effected during a breakthrough was directly related to talent of the person, the very same way the difficulty of a tribulation did.

To affect a few tens of miles meant that your talent was mediocre to quite poor. Breaking through the hundred-mile mark was about average, and the five hundred mile mark meant that you were above average. The thousand mile mark gave you the bearings of a genius of about the third grade, while the first grade was represented by the ten thousand mile mark.

All of this was true regardless of what the cultivation break through was. This is because the higher the cultivation break through, the higher the quality of energy, and therefore the higher the requirement for calling upon it. Therefore, as your cultivation scaled upwards, so did the difficulty.

When Dyon's soul broke through to the saint level, he had already been able to affect an entire continent, to the point where the celestials across Earth could sense his breakthrough.

However, what one forgets was that Earth's size was increased to millions of time its original size. So, what kind of concept was it for Dyon to be able to affect an entire continent? It was simply unfathomable!

Now that Dyon broke through on a normal sized planet, one could finally witness his true soul talent. He was capable of causing the complete shift of its energy… On his own!

While a first grade genius was characterized by ten thousand miles… Dyon nearly covered fifty thousand with ease!

This wasn't the scariest part… Dyon's soul wanted more… The problem was that there was no energy floating around in space, and the nearly planets weren't thousands of miles away, but millions to billions and even trillions. No matter how much it wanted to reach, it just couldn't.

Dyon's soul roared with disdain for this planet's lack of energy. If one knew, they would choke on the blood they spewed. This was the Ancient era. The energy density was at least thousands of times better than the times Dyon came from, and yet it was being disdained.

At this moment, the vein beneath the clan seemed to have sensed something. If one were to see the size of this vein, they would tremble…. It reached deep into the earth, wrapping around its core with ease.

It sung happily, releasing energy in droves.

The energy around the Angel Clan multiplied… Ten time… A hundred times…. A thousand times… Ten thousand times….

Dyon's soul greedily accepted, funneling all of into itself.

Suddenly, Dyon's inner world resonated. The inferior earth crumbled away, the weak trees became fertilizer, and the grass was burned away by the energy of the god and goddess making love in the skies.

In the real world, Dyon's back finally erupted. Six majestic wings tore their way into existence, but somehow, they were much different. They were no longer alternating in white and black, instead, they were a blinding gold. Origin flames of black and white danced along them, occasionally flickering with golden arcs of lightning.

In that instant, the Weapon's hall perfectly fused with the humanoid manifestation, taking up the sixth and final slot. To its right was an arc of lightning that was becoming more and more real, yet somehow remained incomplete. However, at the very top the blinding light was starting to fade away…

A blast of energy radiated outward causing rings of gold to erupt in the inner world. Everything it touched was cleansed to an all new level, changing the structure of Dyon's inner world to become a true holy land.

The original [Inner World: Sanctuary] technique was only capable of creating the lowest quality of world's, one comparable to a bottom rung universe with the thinnest of energies. And even then, it wouldn't truly be able to be compared to one. The fact that Dyon's soul was damaged the instant he began the technique made the situation even worse. However, even with those flaws, this technique was without a doubt the greatest energy cultivation technique ever created.

But… Dyon's soul disdained the world it was in. If it had to live such a place, it had to become the best it could be!

A golden crown fitted with blinding crystal jewels finally appeared at the top, radiating out with a sovereign aura and changing the structure of the inner world.

Ancient aura only found in these olden times stormed in, turning the land into one only found in the olden times… The cultivation golden ages!

Dyon's inner world healed itself, suddenly going from a mediocre piece of land, to a pristine one that even the top 3 universes on the Epistemic Tower rankings would drool over.

In the real world, the crown appeared on Dyon's head, hovering like a halo as he held Amphorae in his arms.

Her wings of snow-white bloomed into existence, snuggling into Dyon's golden wings almost in an attempt to get even closer with Dyon than she already was.

In the final instead, the rings of gold-black flames flickered into existence, floating behind Dyon's ten yard wide golden wings as he wrapped them around Amphorae gently.

The flames of white and black, and even the infrequent flickers of lightning didn't harm Amphorae at all, instead, it felt comfortable…

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722 Second Trial 40

Soon, everything calmed and Planet Haven finally stopped quaking. Dyon sat with his back against the nearby couch with Amphorae two small fist and head gently resting on his chest. Her eyes were closed as she fell into a deep sleep, a small smile playing her delicate lips.

What Dyon didn't know was that there was another surprise waiting for him in his inner world, one he wouldn't know about until it fully awakened a few years from now. However, it was a surprise that made his soul finally content with its sealed situation, enough for it to calm down and enjoy the beauty in its arms.

The spiritual vein was large. So large, in fact, that it didn't make sense for it to be so. However, at the center of it all was a blinding sphere of light, flickering with all sorts of colors.

This was the true secret of the Angel Clan. The reason for its overpowering spiritual vein wasn't because of luck, it was because of the most sought after Energy treasure of the 33 Heavens… Energy Core.

When this weapon saw the momentum of Dyon's soul breakthrough, it didn't care. In fact, it remained silent. However, what caught its attention wasn't that, but rather Dyon's energy cultivation technique.

All of the weapons of 33 Heavens spent their time looking for the most suitable masters. With Dyon's current energy talent, he would be ignored by all 11 of the energy category, in all likelihood. However, the Energy Core was slightly unique.

Unlike the other ten, like Amphorae's Golden Dragon Lyre, it didn't rely on the cultivation of its owner to be the most effective. In fact, much of what it produced couldn't even be used just because you have great energy cultivation talent.

For example, the aurora flame stones. These were extinct in the modern realm, but would technically still have many uses. Yet, Dyon didn't need energy cultivation to use them at all. In fact, he was the most effective that the Energy Core had ever seen in using that particular stone of its, which made it interested in Dyon. It was just that Dyon's energy talent was still far too low for it.

The energy core had the ability to manifest all sorts of rare crystals. From ones that produced aurora flames, to ones that could store soul power, to even producing abyssal cores. Producing these crystals would be its active ability, meaning it required some sort of input to do these things.

However, its passive ability was even more heaven defying. If stored within the meridians of an expert, it could directly boost the energy available and the replenishing ability of that expert by hundreds to even thousands of time. Quite simply put, if you lost a battle with the Energy Core at your side, it wouldn't be because of energy cultivation stamina. And considering the fact energy cultivation could heal the body and soul, you should lose a battle due to stamina ever!

Not to mention the fact that this would also vastly increase the rate of energy accumulation and absorption, thereby increasing cultivation speed by several fold.

Because of these two abilities, one could see the Energy Core's dilemma. The first ability hardly cared for talent, anyone who had intelligence could make great use of it. However, the second ability was much more demanding. If you didn't have the talent, how could you handle the vast increase in energy accumulation?

The universe didn't slow the cultivation speed of the less talented just to be biased or mean. It did so to save lives. This was the restriction of the Energy Core. No matter how talented a person was, there was a limit to the energy they could wield safely without imploding. This was simply the way of life.

Because of these reasons, the Energy Core decided to not choose Dyon as its owner…. Until it saw the changed Dyon's soul was making to his inner world.

Unlike other energy cultivation techniques, [Inner World: Sanctuary] required the cooperation of the soul. As such, while Dyon's energy talent limited the technique, his soul talent made up for it by leaps and bounds, completely shattering the mold created as soon as it was healed and building up a new world with Amphorae's help.

When the Energy Core sensed this, it realized that even the best of geniuses would pale in comparison to Dyon's ability to accumulate energy. Although Dyon would be limited in the amount he could control, the Energy Core could output as much as it wanted without worry. After all, Dyon's meridians had essentially been replaced by an entire world! And it was still growing!

So, the Energy Core made its decision, rooting itself deeply into Dyon's inner world and beginning its journey toward crafting a new spiritual vein.

However, Dyon was oblivious of this. His Perception was distracted by the beauty that laid on top of him, and his energy talent was too poor to sense such a thing. Even if it wasn't, it was currently sealed, so he wouldn't be able to sense it anyway.

In the end, Dyon's golden wings finally retracted along with Amphorae's dove-like wings. The sun set in the distance, but Dyon had no intention of leaving.

When Amphorae noticed this, her smile widened even more, snuggling into Dyon further.

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What they didn't notice was that fact that the appearance of their king had completely changed. It could be said that Dyon had regained his true body in this mysterious trial world.

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723 Second Trial 41

Dawn was being to assert its dominance over the darkness of night even as a beauty with blazing red and gold hair slept soundly against the chest of the man she loved. They both sat upright, letting the flickering lights of the fire place warm them as they wrapped around each other.

Although Dyon had a relaxed expression on his face, he was actually quite surprised. His body had shot upward in blood essence integration, shattering the 28% barrier and approaching 29%. At this point, Dyon met a strong bottle neck that let him know he was closing in on the level of a celestial body. He had only just recently turned 20, yet he could already boast having a celestial soul and a peak saint body.

This shocked Dyon. But, he dismissed it as a reward for the trial. Maybe his grand teacher had methods he didn't consider before. What he didn't notice was that the primordial yins within him had increased by one, becoming six.

He now had Kukan's, Amethyst's, Madeleine's, Ri's, Clara's and Amphorae's. Clara's two should have technically made it seven, however they had fused due to their overwhelming compatibility. This confirmed the theories that faith seeds should be separate from one's foundation.

Despite Kukan and Ri, and Madeleine and Amethyst, shared a body, their primordial yins didn't fuse, while Clara's did. It was no wonder why those who relied too much on their faith seeds failed to reach the final steps of cultivation. After all, you'd be following a dao that wasn't truly yours.

But, Dyon wasn't worried about Madeleine and Ri. His wives were all highly intelligent and didn't need him looking over their shoulder all the time. This was obvious considering the improvement in their cultivation while he was in a coma.

Although Ri and Madeleine had lost to the Uidah during the first two tries, Dyon had no doubt that had he not awoken, they would have broken through the third time. After all, they were both very young, the progress they made in two years would have blown the Uidah out of the water.

Within his inner world, Dyon Primordial yang hovered in the center of those six balls of light, each a differing color. Kukan's was a dense black, wafting a thick fog. Amethyst's was a blazing ball of fire, radiating piercing cold and fiery heat all at once while shining a beautiful violet. Ri's was a bright gold, forcing the world to want to bow in allegiance, perfectly matching her Elvin Queen's Reign constitution. Madeleine's was a gentle white light, almost like a pearl, befitting of her Goddess' Disposition. Clara's was a beautiful opal color, swirling with all sort of purples, reds, blues and even golds, matching Dyon's to perfection while only being a lighter shade. As for Amphorae's, it radiated an aura almost identical to Ri's, but had less arrogance and innocence, and a more elegant and mature air. Flames of gold, red and white danced around its perfect white center like the wings of a divine bird.

All six rotated in harmony, not showing any signs of dissatisfaction.

One had to know that there was a reason only powerful men had many wives. It was simply impossible for a man with a weak primordial yang to support so many powerful primordial yins. If one were to try, it would only result in disaster.

Should a weak primordial yang take on multiple powerful primordial yins, it would shatter. Although the man would live, he would be forever impotent. In fact, often times, if the primordial yin was strong enough, it wouldn't even allow itself to leave the body of the woman.

Luckily for Dyon, although primordial yins and yangs were technically energy cultivation based, that was only because of where they resided: the meridians or dantian. In reality, they touched on all three paths. If they didn't, how could taking a virginity of a powerful woman cause a boost in Dyon's body and soul cultivation?

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Because of this truth, Dyon's overwhelming soul talent was able to sustain the four primordial yins given to him by Ri and Madeleine. If not, one could only lament Dyon's talent for wooing women, because they would have destroyed him.

'It seems like need some body cultivation materials to break into the celestial tier.' Dyon looked down at himself, inadvertently smiling when he saw Amphorae lightly and adorably snoring.

The truth was that he wouldn't have much of a bottle neck body cultivating at all. Not only did he have his blood essence, his understanding of his body had increased by millions of times because of this increase in his body talent.

Unlike the soul kernel, the effect of the body kernel was much more indirect. It essentially gave Dyon the ability of multiple body constitutions, and their abilities as well. However, there wasn't a powerful enough constitution awakening pill in the entire world that would be enough to awaken them all. Therefore, Dyon had to be exceptionally selective with which abilities he chose to awaken, and which he chose to ignore. It was unfortunate, but such was the way of the martial world.

Because of the complexity of that situation, Dyon didn't choose just yet. In fact, since Clara was in the same situation as him, he told her to be extremely selective as well. Unless Dyon could find the body category weapon of 33 Heavens, Spirit Body, he would be limited in the amount of constitutions he could awaken.

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724 Second Trial 42

Spirit Body was actually quite a misleading name for the weapon. While it sounded holy and righteous, it was the very opposite.

The passive ability was innocent enough. With as long as the user sensed the constitution within them, it could communicate with the heavens to awaken it. This required little to no effort on the part of its wielder and was the legendary aspect of the weapon.

However, the active ability was truly sinister. If the wielder was more powerful than the victim, they could directly steal the opponent's constitution and take it for their own.

There was no shortage of stories of wielders of this weapon seeking out talented children to steal from…

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After having their constitutions stolen, not only would the victim have their cultivation based irreparably harmed, causing a drastic fall in whatever cultivation existed, their talent would be forever stripped of them…

It was not difficult to understand why these people targeted children. No matter how talented a child was, that's all they were: a child. How could they resist an expert capable of subduing a weapon of that caliber?

Much of the taboo around sharing bloodlines stemmed from this exact weapon and the bloody history behind it.

Firstly, one had to understand that there was a difference between bloodlines and constitutions.

A constitution can be born to anyone depending on their Heaven's Blessing. It was a matter of luck, but also had, in part, to do with one's talent. The more talented a person was, the more likely they were to have a constitution.

A faith seed worked the same way, however it was tied to a very specific bloodline. It could be considered to be a bridge between constitutions and bloodlines, sharing characteristics of both.

A bloodline, however, was passed down through a gene pool. Much like constitutions, it could be awakened further and stimulated to higher forms. For example, Little Black was birthed by two parents who were both transcendent beasts. However, both the demon qilin and celestial deer bloodlines had the potential to evolve. This was because the celestial deer was once a race of supreme beasts, while the demon qilin had faint traces of overwhelming dragon blood.

When they came together, they catalyzed Little Black's blood to an all new level, awakening both bloodlines. This, of course, was due to more luck than science. It wasn't a sure thing for such a thing to happen.

While beast bloodlines followed the following rankings system: Common, Earth, Heaven, Transcendent and Supreme, other bloodlines followed the very same ranking system.

As for constitutions, they too followed a similar ranking system: Common, Earth, Heaven, God and True Deity. True Deities were also known as faith seed wielders. However, that is only because of the changes in modern times.

Although it is true that a faith seed is the equivalent of a True Deity constitution, it can only be considered to be a fake approximation.

Faith seeds are about as powerful as weaker True Deity bloodlines and Supreme beast potential. This is because although the affinities given by them are no weaker than even their peak True Deity and Supreme counter parts, unlike the latter two, it is impossible to rely on them to the end.

In truth, both Ri and Madeleine's faith seeds provide support comparable to peak level True Deity and supreme bloodlines. This was especially so for Ri since her faith seed was in resonance with her beast bloodline which was comparable to a lower tier Supreme bloodline due to the branch family of kitsune she originated from.

However, they would both face problems, lowering the value of their seeds.

While Madeleine was highly compatible with the Life portion of Amethyst's faith seed, the reincarnation portion was exceedingly difficult for her. In the same vein, she was highly compatible with the Ice Blue Flame portions, but struggled with the Fire Red Flame portions. Unfortunately, they were inseparable. This meant that while Madeleine could use some portions of Amethyst's legacy, if she used too much, she would join a path that she couldn't complete.

As for Ri, although she was a kitsune, her particular faith seed was highly incompatible with her. Like her mother, Ri came from a snow-white Kitsune branch family known as the Snow family. It was a lowly branch because its bloodline was far weaker than others. However, Ri had somehow awakened a faith seed that originated from a family of black-gold Kitsune, the Void family.

Luckily for Ri, her father's side gave her the compatibility she needed, in part. While Ri wasn't compatible at all with the space portions of Kukan's legacy, she was highly compatible with the darkness and chaos portions. This was, of course, because of the Acacia family's Tree of Life and Death legacy, which contained major legacies that could be considered to follow the wicked path of cultivation. After all, any technique capable of stealing the energy and life force of an opponent could be said to follow a dark path.

Following these lines of logic, one could see the problem with faith seeds. But, Madeleine and Ri were intelligent enough to understand this for themselves. Although this didn't mean they wouldn't use their incompatible side – for example, Madeleine could still use her red flames and Ri would still use her flames – they understood that they couldn't take it too far, or, at the very least, they needed to focus on what they were good at.

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As anyone could see, the importance of bloodlines were not only important, they were heavily tied to what a family represented.

Dyon could already see that Ri and Madeleine were following the right paths. Ri was especially fond of her dark ice techniques which took advantage of her Snow family bloodline and her Acacia family bloodline. As for Madeleine, she started with her Queen Peacock techniques which were modified from a yang version of the technique. Although this wasn't anywhere near the most powerful technique Amethyst had, it was the one that aligned with her constitution the best.

All of this said, when the Spirit Body was thrown into the mix, all of this was interrupted. The weapon itself could be considered to be banned and wouldn't be a surprise if anyone wielding was immediately wanted dead.

The real problem was that this wasn't even the limit of the Spirit Body. Not only could it gift bloodlines and constitutions, after stealing them, to its owner, it could even store them to give to subordinates! It was truly a demonic weapon…

Unfortunately for Dyon, he needed that weapon to make full use of his Origin constitution. He didn't plan on awakening all of the constitutions within him, because that would be a waste of time, but awakening a few of the most helpful ones would aid him greatly.

For example, if he had Femi's God level body constitution from the World Tournament, Tyranny's Rage, his battle power would increase as he fought, tapping into his potential with each punch. With the body kernel within him, the potential of his Tyranny's Rage would far surpass the norm, likely being the equivalent of a lower tier True Deity bloodline.

Even more shockingly, Tyranny's Rage wasn't even ranked that highly among male God constitutions. The fact the body kernel could boost it in such a way was already shocking, just what kind of effect would it have on the top ten? There were even constitutions a step above Tyranny's Rage that could not only increase battle power, but also steal battle power from opponents on contact, thus lowering the strain of the constitution.

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The possibilities were too many. What about constitutions that specialized in the rare magic that Loki practiced? Or ones related to the eyes? What about constitutions that guaranteed great talent among your children? All of these were thoughts swimming in Dyon's head.

The only problem was quite a glaring one… Without the Spirit Body, all of this was impossible.

Just like other pills, Constitution Awakening pills lowered in effectiveness with every dose taken. Normally, this wasn't a problem. After all, usually, martial warriors were born with only a single constitution to worry about. Even those who were lucky enough to be born with two, or three – those absolute geniuses from old and ancient universes – usually had only a single one that was worth awakening. For example, they might have only a single God constitution, while the other might pale in comparison – being a Heaven or even Earth constitution not worth awakening.

In the extremely rare cases where a true genius was born with multiple high tier constitutions, usually they could awaken at most two of them. After the second time, the pills would lose effectiveness, only being capable of awakening less than 50% of the third. And for the fourth, less than 20%.

Even then, it was rare to be able to awaken two fully. It would require a moon level constitution awakening pill.

These were the pills that the Celestial Deer Sect had. Unfortunately, Dyon had already used them all.

This said, there was one other way to awaken a constitution, and that was by using the method Delia used. Unfortunately, this was again, a very rare occurrence and required finding the very essence of the constitution. Such a thing usually required centuries. The only reason Delia succeeded was because her mother's life was on the line, and she spent centuries with her constitution within her mother's womb with her birth being suppressed. As such, her resonance with her constitution far surpassed those of her age.

Obviously, Dyon didn't have centuries to spend resonating with hundreds to thousands of constitutions.

The only other way Dyon could think of to take advantage of constitutions, although it was the weaker methods, was to dual cultivate. Through dual cultivation, Lionel was able to gain Evelyn's Eternal Balance constitution in order to perfectly fuse his red and blue flames. His version of the constitution was much weaker than Evelyn's, and he had many limitations that would have taken decades if not centuries to surpass, but it was still effective nonetheless.

Using this logic, Dyon could possibly use this method to increase the resonance he had with his constitutions and shorten the time needed to awaken them naturally. After all, he had Clara's Origin primordial yin, he could pick whichever he wanted to use. Unfortunately, they would only be from the female constitutions which was a very different list. And if he didn't want to become too feminine, he'd have to be really selective about which he chose. But, some female versions had male counter parts which could increase his resonance.

Suddenly, Dyon's thoughts were interrupted by Amphorae who had seemingly been awake and staring at him for a while.

"You look… Different." She whispered.

Amphorae no longer felt like her husband was the same man… In fact, he could be said to be someone else entirely.

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Dyon smiled. He had realized that his real body had come into this world for some odd reason, but again, he attributed it to rewards from the trial. After all, if his real body wasn't taken in, how could they reward him with a boost in cultivation that would have taken him years to accomplish?

From Dyon's prior knowledge, those taking trials usually spent decades in them, if not longer. Only the best of the best would taken a short time. And even those geniuses would spend a long time within the God level trial. If the trial didn't help cultivation, wouldn't those geniuses stall out for all this time? No one would want to give up so many years of potential.

"Bigger?" Dyon grinned, not taking Amphorae's question too seriously.

Amphorae blushed, remembering how Dyon really had gotten bigger inside of her during the night. She hadn't thought much of it then, mostly because it made her mind go blank, but maybe it was because his body was changing.

"More handsome?" Dyon's grin widened.

This only made Amphorae's blush deepen. Somehow this husband of hers was right again.

The previous king couldn't be said to be an ugly man, in fact, he was above average. However, in terms of martial warriors, his looks were 'meh'.

But, this current version of him made it hard for Amphorae to look him in the eye. The combination of his demeanor and his features that seemed to be perfectly sculpted out of the most precious of stones was too much for her handle, even with her queenly aura.

Amphorae hid her face in Dyon's chest, unable to withstand his teasing. It seemed the easily embarrassed Amphorae was back, causing Dyon to smile lovingly.

Dyon absentmindedly stroked her hair, almost falling back into his thoughts.

"I've never seen wings like yours before," She said softly. "I've also never seen a mutation that adds pairs of wings. Your Angel blood is quite overwhelming." A light breath escaped her delicate lips. She meant every word she said. Even their ancient books didn't speak of such a thing.

One pair of Angel wings was oppressive enough. Not only could they rival the fastest of species, from wind Dragons, to lightning transcendent beasts, to even light elemental bloodlines, Angel wings also had a myriad of other mysterious effects.

For example, an Angel could break Heaven's rules to a limited extent. They had profound spatial abilities which were a huge part of the reason for their oppressive speed. They were constantly bathed with Heaven's Light which boosted healing abilities by hundreds of times. Maybe one of its scariest abilities was known as a soul flame, which allowed its wielder to spark flames using the power of their soul to directly damage the soul of an opponent.

The price was that Angels faced heavy penalties during break throughs, making their tribulations many times more powerful than normal.

Considering the fact that these abilities were only the tip of the ice berg, maybe such a penalty was worth it.

"You also seemed to have both Angel and Hell's Angel abilities within you… I've never seen anyone have both…"

That's right. Those abilities listed were merely Angel abilities. Hell's Angel abilities could be considered to be even scarier, although they lacked in healing properties.

They provided a major boost to fire based attacks. They had the ability to call down Heaven's Judgement, smiting opponents. They also had profound abilities directly opposing to the will of highest purity: Holy Light. Hell's Angels had access to the will of highest darkness: Chaos, which was many steps above destruction will. Even Void will only had faint traces of chaos within it.

None of this even touched the most heaven defying ability of Angels and Hell's Angels alike. Innately born with powerful souls, they could split their souls at no cost to themselves, breaking Heaven's laws, and focus on multiple things at once. Imagine training in multiple techniques at once without losing efficiency or talent! The Florence family technique tried to replicate this, but it resulted in a vastly inferior version.

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Unfortunately, Dyon knew none of this. Or, more accurately, he had never tried because he didn't know there was any connection between him and Angels at all. He couldn't be blamed. After all, he was born a mortal. Not only was his knowledge of the martial world still limited compared to others, how could he think he was born with something so amazing?

Listening to Amphorae, Dyon decided to do his best to learn as much about Angels as he could while he was here. Although he had never sensed these abilities before, maybe that was because his talent was too low before. Maybe he'd have a chance if he focused. If he failed, that only meant his soul had mimicked something it had no right to be.

Dyon gently picked up Amphorae, holding her tightly as he climbed the steps to her bed. It was almost dawn and the skies were starting to hold a faint dark blue, it was time he went to Queen Luna.

Laying Amphorae down, he kissed her forehead. "I believe in you. Let me know if anyone bullies you today, I'll teach them a good lesson."

Amphorae smiled, kissing Dyon before letting him go. They both had very important things to do today, so now wasn't the time to cling to him.

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"Of course I'll go with you." Queen Luna's smile made Dyon heart quake as she stepped closer, tracing her small hand against his strong chin as her long silver hair and violet eyes sparkled.

Although Luna didn't show it, her own heart was trembling as well. The pressure and Presence of this husband of hers far exceeded something she could be nonchalant about. When did he get so handsome? She couldn't help but think to herself.

If Queen Luna was bothered by Dyon being away all night, she didn't show it. Instead, she left the room to dress and prepare, leaving Dyon behind to do the same.

Dyon glanced at a mirror Luna left by the bed stand. His brow furrowed, he had never seen this mirror before, but even without his soul, he could see that this was at the very least a transcendent level treasure.

He looked away, pretending he hadn't seen anything. But, unbeknownst to her for now, Luna's shell had finally shown a crack.

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Dyon looked down the cobbled road with Queen Luna sitting by his side. The ride was eerily quiet a faint tension hanging in the air.

Both sat in a carriage fit for royalty, pulled by what Dyon saw as mutated horses. Their speed was easily comparable to celestials, but such a thing wasn't as surprising as their aura and size. The horses themselves were easily ten meters tall. Their skin was a dark red that flashed with the occasional gold from the blood pumping through their veins.

Dyon knew that if he pushed the speed of these Heaven tier beasts to the limit, they could reach their destination in just a few minutes. However, he purposefully asked their trainer to slow their speed to peak essence gatherer levels, making the quick trip stretch to a few hours.

The carriage itself was the size of an entire home and floated above the air, currently holding Dyon and Queen Luna in a lounging area.

Despite the tension, Luna's head rested on Dyon's shoulder and her arms wrapped about his, sliding her small hands in his.

Queen Luna felt an overwhelming peace come over her. But, it was followed by bitterness and dread. She felt a mixture of anger, anticipation and helplessness, yet, she wasn't willing to let go of Dyon's arm.

She too realized that she made a mistake this morning. Flustered by her emotions, she had left out her treasured mirror. With the newfound sharpness of her husband, how could he not realize this was something he had never seen before?

This may seem odd, but it threw a fold in their relationship. If you spent decades with someone as your husband or wife, would you not know all of their belongings? Would you not be familiar with all of their most treasured possessions? Of course you would.

If a husband came to find that his wife had a necklace he had never seen before – an expensive necklace at that – what would he think?

Even worse, Dyon had spent the past two days studying the ins and outs of the Angel Clan. He knew what their craftsmanship looked like. So, how did a Queen Luna, who never went out and didn't have any servants, manage to get such a treasured mirror without Dyon ever noticing it?

One had to realize that after his intimate actions with Amphorae, all of Dyon's memories were unlocked. Therefore, there was no longer the excuse of him simply not having that particular fragment. And, even if such an unlocking hadn't happened, seeing the mirror itself should have triggered a memory.

There was only one explanation: Dyon had never seen the mirror before.

This explanation left two possibilities. Either Luna had always had this mirror, or she somehow had the ability to take things in and out of the Angel Clan without moving a finger. Maybe the scariest part was that if Dyon was his usual cautious and thoughtful self, he wouldn't hesitate to believe that both were true. Unfortunately, the gentle fragrance of the petite woman by his side seemed to be all he could focus on. He had all but forgotten what he had seen this morning.

"Do you remember the first day we met?" Luna said softly.

Dyon's eyes blinked in surprise, snapping him out of his daze, but he still nodded. "Of course. How could I forget?"

Luna's delicate features blushed. "You were so forceful."

Dyon scratched the back of his head, laughing awkwardly. He had really turned into a man who nothing of how to deal with women. He thought that maybe since his real body came here, he'd have more control. But, clearly, that wasn't the case. In fact, his feelings for Luna became more magnified. Even this morning, when he noticed the mirror on the bed side table, his brows only furrowed before he didn't think of it anymore. How pathetic.

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There was something faint in the back of Dyon's mind, telling him that something was wrong. With his new memories, he now knew, first hand, that the King didn't use to act like this. In fact, the previous King could be said to have been very similar to Dyon. He was decisive, talented, and intelligent. He also didn't fear speaking with women. If this wasn't the case, how could a woman as outstanding as Amphorae fall for him?

However, when he left the village to temper himself, that all changed. It was as though he came back a completely different person with a completely different personality.

The only difference between him before he left and after he came back? It was obvious… The only change was Luna.

It was only at that moment that Dyon realized he had no idea what his first wife's cultivation was. He was inwardly stunned. He had been married to this woman for almost 3 decades, and he knew nothing of her cultivation? How did that make any sense? She had to have cultivation, no? She should be almost 50 years old now, yet she looked just as young as she did all those years ago when he first met her…. Just as delicate… Just as beautiful…

The more Dyon compared memories of the past to his current understanding, the more he realized something was wrong. But, the more he realized something was wrong, the stronger his feelings for Luna seemed to get. She was so fragile… He wanted to protect her… But what did protecting her truly mean?...

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Amphorae was a genius, and was also less than 50 years old and already approaching the peak stages of sainthood. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact she wanted to break through from the second grade toward the peak of the first, she would have long since broken through.

On top of that, losing her virginity to Dyon had brought her untold benefits. Her soul broke through continuously, shaking off the shackles of its essence gatherer level and breaking into lower saint levels, and her body seemed to have also gotten a boost in talent along with her Angel bloodline. Dyon had witnessed the latter for himself. Before, Amphorae had white wings with red tips, similar to her father's black wings with red tips. However, after dual cultivating with Dyon, she gained a mutation. She now had the purest of white wings, a halo, and even the ability for her hair to shift between red, gold and white colors. In fact, her current hair had shifted from a fiery red, to a red with heavy golden accents.

This was all to say that in the Ancient era Dyon was currently in, this is what it took be known as a genius. And yet, wasn't Luna also labeled a genius? In fact, she was known as the foremost genius of the entire Moon Clan. Having such a feat had to mean there was something special about her, right? So why did Dyon know nothing?...

'Why am I in love with you?' The words spun around in Dyon's mind with no answer.

He knew he loved Madeleine. She was the woman to opened his heart, the one who showed him that there was something else to life than mourning his parents. When Dyon saw the death sentence hanging over Madeleine's head, and how she still managed to keep a beautiful smile, he didn't think he had the right to complain about his life. She deserved his love.

He knew he loved Ri. She was strong and resilient. Her parents left her, without a word, and yet she took the responsibility of saving their kingdom on her own shoulders. She planned, she bided her time, and even if Dyon hadn't shown up, Dyon was certain that she would have taken hold of the Kingdom without him.

He knew he loved Clara. She was his childhood friend… They had shared the losses of their mothers together, they had grown strong together… He owed her so much, but he knew that it was more than just guilt that sat in his heart for Clara, there was something deeper… something purer.

He knew he loved Amphorae. Strong didn't seem like a powerful enough word to describe her. She was a woman of duty and loyalty, one he was sure would never leave his side even if it meant ruining her own life…

Each and every one of these women had a reason for their place in Dyon's heart. And each and every one of them deserved it…

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Dyon knew that, even if it hurt as much as having his heart ripped from his chest, if it meant their happiness, he would be willing to let any one of his wives go… He didn't want to be the reason for their suffering…

And yet, when he thought of Luna, he hated such an idea. He would rather die than let her leave him.

But… The problem was that he didn't have any reasons for it…

Was it because she was beautiful? Because she was gentle? Caring? All of those sounded like shallow explanations that held no water compared to the other four, and yet his feelings for her were easily 100x what he felt for any of the others.

Dyon thought back to the first time he met Luna. He was on an trip to temper himself, hoping to break through a bottleneck he was having in comprehending intents when he stumbled onto tournament.

At first, he didn't think much of it. He was only focused on cultivation and already had a woman in his heart. So, he didn't even care for the fact Luna, her elder sister and her father were watching the proceedings.

In the end, it turned out that this was actually what they called a Universe Tournament. It was a step up from World Tournaments. Whereas the latter pit worlds against each other, the former pit entire universes.

Dyon didn't think about why a mere Royal God Clan would have the honor of hosting such an event, because again, he didn't particularly care. He only wanted to fight, and this was the perfect stage for him.

He went all out, and his bloodline ignited along with his intent, helping him soar to all new levels. Since these were ancient times, and the universes were on another level, even celestials were considered to be juniors. However, there was an age restriction of 100 years old, so Dyon's strongest opponent wasn't even the one with the highest cultivation. After all, many geniuses stalled their break throughs to achieve higher grade levels. But, none of that meant anything to Dyon.

He was eventually rewarded for his effort and became among the youngest to ever place first. Taking his position above the rest, Dyon stood proudly as a lower saint capable of defeating even first grade saints. A difference of 12 whole small cultivation levels was decimated by him….

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729 Second Trial 47

Dyon didn't care about his achievement. To him, it only made sense that he was first place. He was the crown prince of the Angel Clan! Despite their decline in numbers, their True Deity bloodline was unrivaled among humans and even suppressed most beasts. Dyon didn't need a faith seed, all he needed was himself.

However, it was obvious that not everyone was happy about this result. The Angel Clan was relatively unknown, only fit to be a subsidiary clan of a mere Royal God Clan, how could the myriad of King and Emperor God Clans that participated be satisfied?

This was where the previous prince was eerily similar to Dyon. He didn't care about offending those greater powers. In fact, unlike Dyon, he had the backing of a father who could be considered top 1 in experts in the entire quadrant. Offending the son of such a man was tantamount to asking for trouble.

Unfortunately, the clans that found this out only took more offense. They thought that Dyon was only acting arrogant because he wanted to rely on his father, and that would likely cause future problems.

To Dyon, however, he wasn't even aware that his father was so famous, nor did he know that his father was so powerful. He only acted so arrogantly because he wanted to rely on himself. He earned his first place spot, why should he apologize or be ashamed of such a thing?

But… This was when Dyon found out why the Moon clan was hosting such a large event, and also why so many were angry. It turned out that this tournament was actually meant to be a formality. The Ahpuch Emperor God Clan's crown prince was essentially guaranteed to be the victor according to many.

Not only had Jabari Ahpuch filled 101 saint meridians at a mere 87 years old, his body held an overwhelming Devil bloodline within it that could only be compared to a Mid-tier True Deity bloodline. Even in Ancient times, such a thing was rare beyond belief.

When Dyon thought to this point, the Pakal family flashed in his mind. Maybe they had a connection?

When the Ahpuch family stimulated their bloodline and fought, their skin would become red. However, the Pakals had mutated to always have faintly red skin. Maybe this was the reason for the Demon Sage's body cultivation talent?

But, Dyon dismissed this idea for now. There were too many millions to even billions of years between now and the time of the Pakals. He couldn't connect them just because of red skin.

That said, neither the talent of the Pakals, nor the Ahpuchs could be underestimated. And that was especially so for their young crown prince. He was blood thirsty and even Dyon had to admit his battle intent nearly shattered when he stood on the stage for their final fight.

None of that mattered in the end. Dyon battle power soared under the pressure and his Angel bloodline evolved to an all new level, shattering preconceived notions. He became a genius towering over the rest. And that was when the truth was revealed to him…

The Ahpuch had decided that the Moon Clan would host this event in order to propose marriage… But, the façade of the tournament didn't say this. The rule was simple. Whoever placed first would be Luna's husband.

When Dyon learned this he was stunned. Although he didn't care about offending clans, he had always had a soft spot for women, and he wasn't willing to reject Luna in front of so many people. However, in his heart, there was only one woman: Amphorae.

The world didn't know about Amphorae because they didn't even know about the Angel Clan. His father was extremely famous, but he had never made his affiliations clear. In fact, the only reason his father even let himself be known was in rare moments when prime legacies for the older generation opened up, so that he could take resources and treasures for the Angel Clan. He never acted out of selfishness.

However, to Dyon, Amphorae was vastly superior to Luna, whether it be in demeanor or talent, and, he didn't believe that his Amphorae lost out to anyone in talent. Since he had taken first place here while being so young, and since Amphorae was very close in talent to himself, how could this Luna be better than her?

It could be said, the from the bottom of his heart, Dyon was more than satisfied with Amphorae as his primary wife although he knew he would be forced to take concubines.

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But, in typical Dyon fashion, he was soft hearted. So, when Luna's father called him son-in-law for the first time in front of trillions of people, he could only smile and pretend to be on board with everything that was going on.

The problem was that not only were the Ahpuch family livid, Luna's elder sister, Laura, seemed to sense that there was something off about Dyon's attitude. In the end, time proved her right.

After the tournament ended, in private, Dyon proclaimed that Luna was his woman now to the Moon family, but he also let them know that he had a wife. This was likely what Luna meant by him being forceful, but it just wasn't in his personality to go back on his word, nor did he have the heart to embarrass Luna by rescinding or disappearing.

And yet… The memories afterward were all a blur for Dyon…

Somehow… That Dyon that hated to hurt women… That Dyon unwilling to pain those close to him… Stabbed dagger after dagger into the heart of the woman he supposedly loved with his everything.

"I liked it though," Luna said, with a rare serious expression, referring to Dyon's forcefulness.

These words snapped Dyon out of his flashback, causing more complex feelings to swirl in his eyes. He thought he had all of his memories back now? What the hell happened after he confronted Luna's father?!

Luna giggled, "This trip will be interesting though. Our first visit is to the fifth-place finisher of that Universe Tournament you stole me at. I wonder if he still hates you."

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730 Second Trial 48

Dyon looked at the silver haired beauty clinging to his arm, not understanding anymore whether that smile of hers that made his heart quake was truly the woman she was… Or if she was something else entirely…

She always seemed so carefree and honest, yet something about her was making Dyon uneasy.

Dyon was a person that had pride etched deeply into his bones. The only people he'd set it aside for without hesitation, were those he loved. And yet, there was a deep competitive fire stirring within him the more time he spent with Luna.

On one hand, the persona he had taken over wanted to love and fawn over this woman. It was to the point where he wanted to keep her on a pedestal and never touch her. The fact that Luna was still a virgin spoke volumes about that truth. How could you be married to such a beautiful woman and yet never touch her? Dyon demon sage blood was running wild at such a ridiculous notion. That feeling only grew due to the fact he had integrated another 8%.

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But, on the other hand, there was Dyon's true personality. When had he ever lost to a woman just because of how they looked?

In truth, Dyon didn't mind losing to his wives. He never felt the need to "one up" them because their victory felt like his. He didn't feel inferior at all even though he knew that both Ri and Madeleine were more powerful than him after he awoke from his coma. He felt nothing but happiness.

However, that was where the oddity for his feelings with Luna shone through. Whereas with Amphorae, the previous persona of this body and his true persona had merged in their love of her, with Luna, they stood diametrically opposed.

The push and pull was eating him alive. But, the more he sifted through his memories of his past persona, the more his competitive nature flamed.

This was simply the way Dyon was. When he met Mithrandir for the first time in the Elvin Kingdom, she had tried to seduce him in order to enslave him. Instead of succeeding, she ended up losing face in front of thousands, even moaning and clinging to him in the end.

When Jade tried to toy with his emotions, he led her on until she was panting on the floor, calling out his name.

In the beginning, both of those women tried to win over his heart with their beauty and charm, and in the end, both had lost their way, falling for him instead.

Mithrandir likely hadn't accepted Zaltarish's advances just yet because he still cast a shadow over her heart. As for Jade, regardless of how sociopathic she was, she had never once tried to kill Dyon. In fact, the reason she set fire to the orphanage and killed Miss Everdeen to begin with was to force Dyon into despair so that he'd come to her and forget about Madeleine. In the end, her actions only brought Dyon closer to Ri and she was likely a large portion of the reason why Dyon opened himself up to a second wife.

The pattern was clear. Dyon didn't take kindly to anyone toying with his heart. He rarely hit women – although he wouldn't hold back if he had to – but, he would always respond in kind. If Luna wanted to play games, he'd play. If she was going to betray him, she wouldn't be getting out of this unscathed.

Dyon couldn't help but think how embarrassing it would be to be betrayed by a wife you were married to for decades, only for everyone to find out that she had not only led you by her finger, she also managed to keep her virginity this whole time. How ridiculous.

Dyon wasn't a man who was forceful with his women. In every case of virginity he took, every single one of them asked him to do it, often times more than once before he did so. He waited patiently for Madeleine. Ri directly asked him to while he was trying to take it slow. Clara quite literally bound him to a bed and did it herself. As for Amphorae, he was willing to wait even longer for her heart to heal, but she directly asked him as well.

But, right now, Dyon didn't feel like waiting, or being patient. His two personas were clashing with each other, fighting over the right to dominate his thoughts.

"I was worried when you didn't come to me last night, you know." Luna said softly. She didn't admit it, but a large reason for her mistake this morning was because Dyon didn't come. She was flustered and didn't know how to feel. In a complete daze, and her heart being left in a complex place, she made a mistake.

In Luna's mind, she already knew that she had lost Dyon's trust. In fact, she knew that this was the case long before this morning because she had directly asked about it.

Back then, she didn't think it would effect her much. But, slowly watching Dyon's demeanor change… Slowly forming back to the way he once was… The reason he caught her eye to begin with began to resurface, burning away decades of what had become normal for her and becoming something else entirely.

The situation was more complex that Dyon had the heart to accept. And maybe Luna couldn't accept it either. All she knew was what she said that fateful day… What's done is done.

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Dyon silently took a glance at Luna. When he heard her say those words, his heart was immediately caught in his throat. All fighting between his personas seemed to calm down, both seemingly wanting to comfort her.

Although something at the back of Dyon's mind was nagging him that this was just another play, another façade she put up.

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However, the one thing that wouldn't ever leave Dyon, something etched into his bones, something he built his dao on… Was his arrogance. Even if this Luna had his other persona's love, he'd be the one to choose how he expressed it.

There were two reasons why Dyon took Luna on this trip. The first was that he didn't trust her to be alone in their clan without him. The second was more calculated. This was already his third day here, and with so few days remaining in his five-day deadline, this would be his best opportunity to truly test this wife of his.

It was time he went on the attack.

"You know, there's something I've always wondered." Dyon said playfully. He lightly pulled his arm away from Luna's grasp, instead wrapping it around her small frame.

Luna froze for a moment, her chest heating up under Dyon overwhelming masculine smell. Although Dyon no longer imperceptibly leaked demonic will, since it was currently sealed, with his growing body cultivation, his existence alone was enough to shake the hearts of women.

With his increased essence integration, and the break through of his soul, all coupled with the fact he was now approaching 20 years old and true adulthood, it could be said that Dyon now had a sophistication and alluring Presence to him that he didn't have before.

"What's that?" Luna managed to speak, but her words were soft. It wasn't only that Dyon was particularly alluring to her right now – after all, she was a married woman who had never been truly touched by her husband, what woman wouldn't be frustrated? – it was also that she was afraid of the question. Was Dyon about to confront her? Now?

"I was just wondering –"

The words seemed to tumble out of Dyon's mouth much too slowly, and Luna's anxiety only made the situation worse. To her, time might as well have been stopped.

" – how special this wife of mine had to be to catch the attention of an Emperor God Clan on this small planet of ours."

Luna froze. Was her husband toying with her? This question was right on the borderline. On one hand, it directly referred to maybe the most key thing leading to this whole situation. But, on another, it could also be completely innocent. After all, wasn't she the one who brought up when they first met? How could she blame him for continuing the conversation she started?

However, Luna regained her composure quickly. It had been a long time since her husband had shown any semblance of a real personality. This was the sort of playfulness their relationship was missing. Whether or not he was only probing her, she'd dive in head first to find out.

If this situation had to be painted out with artistic freedom, one would likely see a Noble Knight facing off against a Silver haired goddess. Both with cunning in their eyes and both with a purpose.

It seemed that this husband/wife pair never truly understood who their partner was as a person at all… And they were now about to use the next few hours to find out…

"Shouldn't you have found the answer for yourself by now?" Luna's small hand rested on Dyon's inner thigh. She pretended to do so innocently. After all, Dyon was the one who took the arm she had wrapped around away, no? "It's your job to know everything about me, isn't it?"

The competitive fire in Dyon's eyes lit with a brighter flame. The fact they were meeting a man who supposedly hated him to essentially ask for an alliance was thrown to the back of his mind. Right now, all he worried about to bending this woman to his will.

"Ai. You must forgive your husband for being blind and stupid. I only just found out that you liked a forceful man. Clearly I'm quite slow."

Luna smiled, snuggling her head on Dyon's shoulder once again. "What are you going to do with that new information?"

"It depends."

"On?"

"I could give you exactly what you want. But, that depends on if you'll give me what I want."

A playful giggle left Luna's lips, seemingly causing the atmosphere to brighten up. "What have you done to deserve such a reward?"

"I may have been a bad husband who didn't know enough about his wife." Dyon said, before suddenly grinning. "But, how much does my wife know about her husband?"

Luna paused. Although she thought the card she played was quite unexpected, this was probably even more so. Dyon was correct, how much did she know about this husband of hers?

They met by accident. His personality suddenly changed drastically form what she thought it was. And then in the blink of an eye, almost 30 years had passed before his personality suddenly changed drastically again… And seemingly changed to the personality she thought he once had…. The personality she thought was perfect for her future husband.

Luna was suddenly stumped. How could she answer this question?

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Luna thought for a moment. This wasn't a contest of speed, but she couldn't exactly stay silent for minutes at a time without response when Dyon seemingly responded immediately. What she didn't know was that Dyon's speed of thought far exceeded even normal celestials. His soul was too powerful and had the perfect effect on his mind. In reality, despite the fact he answered immediately, he likely spent more "time" thinking that Luna.

Suddenly, Luna realized her biggest advantage.

Why was it that the Ahpuch family traveled hundreds of millions of light years to come to Planet Haven? Why was it that even her husband didn't dare to touch her? Why was it that she was likely one of the only women clans would fight an entire war for?

Luna stood, startling Dyon for a moment.

Currently, they sat in an elegantly furnished lounging area on comfortable couches. So, when Luna got up and stood before Dyon, he was still seated. Yet, because of Luna's petite frame, her eye level was still a mere inch or two higher than Dyon's even while he sat.

Luna smiled, dazzling Dyon as she slipped the flats on her feet off, not minding the flash of snow-white skin that assaulted Dyon's vision as she lifted her legs. Whether by her design or not, she placed her foot right between Dyon's thighs each time, using the couch as a stabilizer for her feet.

Although waves were rocking Dyon's heart, he reclined leisurely, never changing the expression on his face. In fact, he spread his legs, leaving Luna with enough room for her teasing.

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Despite the fact that Luna was still a virgin, that didn't mean that she had experienced nothing in the past almost 30 years. Dyon's last persona wasn't that pathetic, right?

Dyon had frequently held her in his arms, and they frequently kissed, although it was almost always initiated by her. In those years of interactions, she had felt and seen her husbands "excitement" many times, and had also become quite familiar with how to trigger it. This was why although Luna was still a virgin, she was still quite proud of her ability as a woman. She knew she elicited a reaction in her man, he was just too guilty to take advantage of it.

Knowing all of this, Luna planned to do the same again. Since Dyon wanted to play games, she would play with him. In the end, wouldn't he lose if he once again backed out due to guilt? Then he would stop questioning her again and they could continue to pretend as though nothing was wrong with their relationship.

However, when Luna glanced at Dyon's open legs, she was stunned when she saw no difference. No bulge, no anything. For the first time, she felt doubt.

She had never acted so deliberately before, but in the past, even just the faint outline of her leg would get this husband of hers excited. Now, he had seen nearly the entire way up her dress without reacting at all? How was this possible?

Dyon smiled to himself, still watching Luna's seductive actions. She wore a pure white dress that only lightly clung to her petite curves. Her snow-white shoulders were exposed by its thin straps, giving her an alluring yet still innocent air. However, what Dyon found most attractive right now was the flash of competitiveness in her beautiful and sparkling violet eyes.

Clearly, Luna was unwillingly to give up. Unfortunately for her, Dyon's body cultivation talent was so ridiculously high right now that the tempering his body had gone through during the foundation stage was millions of times more effective. Before, he could only faintly understand how to control his body from everything to digestion to the circulation of his blood, but now he felt like he could enter his own mind and turn dials as he pleased.

Simply put, if Dyon didn't want to have an erection, nothing on this planet, barring someone with overwhelming cultivation making him lose control of his body, could make him.

However, considering the flash in her eyes, Luna was still not perturbed by this. If nothing but his own will could allow it to happen, then didn't she just have to make it his will?

The answer to the previous questions was still burning in Luna's mind. It was her beauty. And no one could resist it. Least of all the man she wanted to show it to.

Thinking to this part, Luna's heart suddenly became as still as a lake, the only ripples were no longer caused by anxiety, but rather pure and unbridled attraction to the handsome man sitting across from her. Maybe only he could compliment her beauty perfectly.

This was the first fact Dyon learned about Luna. This couldn't be faked. This wasn't a façade she put up. This was who she truly was. It seemed that other than Clara, he had yet another overly competitive woman for a wife.

"Husband, you said we don't know each other enough, right?" Luna smiled lightly, reaching her small hand toward her back and allowing the sound of a zipper to fill the quiet room and cause Dyon's pupils to shrink to the size of the point of a pin.

On one hand, his overly analytical brain couldn't help but wonder how zippers made it to these ancient times. On the other, his every cell was anticipating what would happen next.

"I think we should get to know each other better than, no?" Luna's dress fell from her shoulders, catching slightly on her chest, before sliding down completely.

Luna's body was perfect. There was a single blemish on her white skin, and not a single impurity in her proportions.

Her chest wasn't large, but Dyon didn't doubt that it could still fill his hand. The fact she wasn't wearing a bra was seared into Dyon's mind, leaving him wondering how he didn't notice such a thing before he got lost in the delicate pinks of her nipples.

His heart beat quickened as he realized this was the very first time he had ever seen Luna's body. Everything from the flashing silvers of her hair, to the twinkling of her violet eyes, to the way her pure white panties were partially see through made Dyon's blood roar through his veins.

And yet, she wasn't finished, not in the least.

Luna took a step forward, leaning to place her two small hands on Dyon's thighs.

Dyon could hardly look her in the eyes, his vision still trained on her chest and scanning her body up and down without regard.

But, when Luna suddenly kneeling before him, everything seemed to freeze. He lost control of his body. It wasn't that he could regain it if he wanted, but his lower regions were screaming "Don't you dare!".

"I've shown you what it is Jabari wanted." Luna said softly, implying that Dyon could have what he couldn't. "But now I want to find out what you want."

Luna's eyes trained on the still growing bulge in Dyon's pants before reaching forward and gently gliding her hands over it.

"I want to know more about you…" She said softly.

Luna showed no signs of stopping as she undid Dyon's pants. In her mind, she had already won. It would only be a matter of time before Dyon stopped her, too wracked by guilt to continue.

A massive behemoth of seemed to pop out of Dyon's pants, startling Luna only for a moment before she regained her composure.

Her two small hands couldn't even wrap all the way around, as she grasped onto it with both, pulling it closer to her.

An overwhelming masculine scent shook Luna to the core. Her heart beat quickened as her mind went blank. With her petite frame, would this even fit?...

A small tongue dripping faintly with glistening saliva appeared as Luna opened her delicate lips… And in the next instant, she closed in, twirling it around Dyon's tip.

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Luna's small mouth struggled to envelop Dyon's tip, but that didn't stop her tongue from swirling with an awkwardness that made Dyon's blood boil.

Realizing her inability to fit her mouth over the rod that was throbbing in her hands, Luna changed tactics. Her hands delicately played with Dyon's shaft and balls, stroking them gently as her tongue continued to swirl. She was suddenly engrossed in her actions, completely forgetting that her purpose was only to make Dyon back away. It all of a sudden became less of a competition to her as a faint excitement filled her heart.

She had never done something like this ever before, as was seen by her awkward and often clumsy actions. But, she was always deliberate and gentle with her every action, causing Dyon to quiver and tremble. His muscles clenched, his eyes closing in hopes of limiting the stimuli. If he had to look upon Luna's immaculate figure and adorable features while feeling such sensations, he would have long since lost control.

"Do you like it, husband?" Luna's melodic voice filled the room, unifying with Dyon's heavy breathing. She didn't need to ask to know the answer to the question, but she felt a gratification in her heart seeing Dyon's closed eyes and clenched jaw.

She trailed kisses along it, enjoying the robust throbbing and twitching on her cheek. It felt almost like hot coals in her small palms, but somehow comfortable at the same time. There was no embarrassment or hesitation in her actions, it was almost as though this wasn't the Luna Dyon had thought he knew all this time.

Was this truly the same delicate and fragile beauty he met on his first night? The same one that almost burst into tears and asked him to hold her? The same one that spent her days leisurely looking at the moon? Was that her true self? Or was this it?

Luna's attack was relentless as the minutes passed by. Her teasing became bolder along with her actions more pronounced and shameless.

Her hands played with the hem of Dyon's shirt before she caught hold of his pants, pulling them away completely. Her heart beat quickened as she trailed over the hard and lean muscles of his torso, engraving every peak and valley into her mind.

"You're so big…" She said softly, deliberately trying to get a rise out of Dyon. It seemed to have worked because the throbbing of Dyon's cock intensified with those words, almost escaping her gentle grasp.

"Look, husband, I can't even cover it completely…" Luna giggled, enveloping Dyon with her breasts.

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If Dyon's eyes were opened at this point, they'd be entirely bloodshot and without focus. Luna's teasing was making him lose his mind.

"Husband, if you don't look, I'll feel sad. Am I not beautiful?" Luna said softly, a hint of melancholy playing her voice.

'This vixen.' Dyon clenched his jaw tighter as he opened his eyes, finding Luna's glistening violet ones staring up at him submissively. His blood pumped through his veins, somehow inadvertently causing him to jump into Demon Emperor's Will first act.

Luna gasped faintly as Dyon's cock grew to another size between her breasts. Veins of gold throbbed through it, coursing with a new level of vitality that overwhelmed Luna's senses.

It didn't take long for Luna to regain her composure though. Since Dyon had even lost control of his own techniques, it was clear that she was very close to winning. So what if it was a size bigger? It was already too much for her to handle before, but she'd never admit that.

The sight of Luna's small tongue licking his tip as her small breasts barely covered half of him caused steam to escape Dyon's lips. His muscles grew to another size, making him feeling like he could make Luna disappear in his embrace.

"Husband, if you get any bigger, how will you fit?" Luna said playfully. "Don't you know how much I want you inside me?"

She pulled back, using her finger to gently play with Dyon's tip. Her slender hand was so small that it almost slid into Dyon's hole, but it pulled back, taking with it a faint string of liquid that glistened under the large carriage's lights.

Dyon's blood pumped with he saw this. Even Luna's breathing quickened as Dyon's masculine smell raised to a new level, causing her cheeks to flush.

Then, Luna did something that made Dyon snap.

She looked her husband directly in the eyes, never daring to look away as she raised her finger to her mouth before licking the liquid away.

What Luna didn't know was that she had already lost the moment the she took Dyon's shaft into her mouth. Before, Dyon had made even the rowdy Clara bend to his will with just a drop of his blood. What kind of effect do you think his actual reproductive juices would have?

Dyon's body was at the point where it was dealing with unbridled lust constantly. If it wasn't for his will power and morals, he would fuck anything that even remotely caught his attention. This problem only grew to an all new level when his soul was sealed because now he couldn't use celestial will to calm himself.

The conclusion was simple. If Dyon lost him mind to the demonic side while his soul was sealed and without his wives by his side, an all new persona would come out. One that would make that silver haired beauty between his legs yield at all costs.

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Luna's loins imploded with a fiery heat the moment Dyon's liquid touched her tongue. Her snow-white skin flushed completely, blazing with a fiery red. And yet, to Dyon's surprise, her eyes remained clear and unfettered by lust.

At first, Dyon thought that Luna was much better than he thought then. After all, hadn't he just been wondering what her true cultivation was? Without his soul, he had no way of checking. And if she was too high level, even if he had his soul, he wouldn't be able to. The point was that only with overwhelming power could you ignore the effects Dyon had on your body as a woman.

However, the next moment shattered all of those thoughts.

Luna stood, turning her alluring back to Dyon and allowing him to see the plump ass that filled out her petite figure.

She bent down, slowly removing her slightly transparent white panties. Dyon's vision was suddenly assaulted by a delicate pink flower that had a faint moistness to it.

"Husband." Luna didn't look back. "If you reject me today, I'll never speak to you again."

Dyon arms moved swiftly, barely allowing the words to leave her mouth before he pulled her down and into his embrace. Luna seemed so small sitting on his lap, but when she felt the heat of her husband's rod separating the lips of her pink flower, her mind went blank of any such thoughts.

"You've been teasing me all this time." Dyon voice came out in a low rumble, causing Luna to heat up even further, feeling his every words reverberate in her mind. "And you think you can just get what you want by threatening me? If you want it, I'll make you bend down on all fours and beg for me to pierce you."

Luna's breathing quickened as Dyon's hot breath played on her ears. His lips wrapped around their outer edges, gently sucking.

Luna's moans immediately filled the room as Dyon's hands went to work with a skill far beyond his age. After all, he had fully integrated with his master's memories now.

It turned out that Dyon's master had, in fact, locked away some of her most indecent memories. It was just that there were so many of them she couldn't get to all of them. As such, what Dyon had been seeing before was only a percent of a percent that his master didn't get to seal. But, once Dyon became the owner of the seal, his master no longer had the qualifications to hide anything from him. Now, he suddenly had thousands of times more experience than he had before.

One could say that Dyon now had the qualifications to make a woman who had lived hundreds of thousands of years beg for him. How could he not handle an innocent princess who had only lived a few decades?

The 25th White Mother's memories weren't simply about sex. It was dual cultivation of the highest grade. There was no secret that beasts were top class in this branch of cultivation, so it was no surprise that his master and his martial father had reached such a high class, and it was also no wonder that the Dragon King had insisted on giving Dyon a proper dual cultivation technique when his cultivation was unsealed.

Luna stood no chance.

Dyon's large hands showed a nimbleness that shouldn't have been possible, passing through Luna's slit and gently playing with her inner thighs to a level that made her hips squirm. Her teeth clenched, not saying a word, but inwardly, she was begging him to touch her directly, to play with her delicate button and to delve deep within her. But, Dyon showed a restraint that made her go crazy.

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And then, it got worse.

All this time, Dyon hadn't once used his aurora flames. He had only relied on his body to send Luna to the edge, only to pull her back before she got there each and every time. It was to the point where Luna turned her head back toward Dyon, unable to stop from glaring at him before forcing her lips onto his.

The moment their tongues intertwined, the purple-gold aurora flame stone hanging from Dyon's neck began to glow.

The combination of Dyon's saliva dripping down her throat and the sudden surge of gentle flames coursing through her made Luna's mind go blank.

Suddenly, Dyon's fingers made their way to her clit, tapping lightly.

In the next instant, Luna's back arched as her first orgasm exploded out from her. "Oh God!"

Luna's exclamations were so loud that the personal guard following them on this trip could almost hear it clearly, causing them to look at each other and grin before pretending as though they hadn't heard anything. After all, they were all Dyon's best friends, the only thing they liked more than one of their brothers getting women was themselves getting a woman.

However, the two older dao formation experts looked at the young men and just shook their heads, pretending they too hadn't heard anything.

Unfortunately for Luna, Dyon no longer had the ability to put up concealment formations as easily as he once used to. But, in the state she was in now, Dyon think she cared about being heard anyway. She was lost in her own little world because Dyon's hands didn't stop, nor did they show any remorse.

He held Luna's petite body against him tightly, stopping her from escaping the pleasure.

"I need it." Luna gasped, breathing out her words and no longer caring.

Dyon grinned. "What was that?"

He allowed Luna to get up, watching her intently as she crawled along the couch. Her plump ass stuck in the air, waving around seductively as she obediently placed her soft cheek on the couch.

"Please punish me, my King." Luna's eyes were no longer clear. They were completely overwhelmed by unbridled lust.

Dyon was almost at a lost for words. It was only now that he understood just how serious Luna was about liking forcefulness. She didn't just like the fact her senses were being overwhelmed, she liked the fact she was being held down and wasn't allowed to escape it. She was, without a doubt, a full-blown masochist.

At this point, another odd thought flashed by in Dyon's mind. If this was Luna's true face, it was no wonder she'd betray him. How could such a perverted woman survive without being touched by her husband for so long? Dyon could only imagine the things she did to herself while he was gone.

"Please." Luna's voice pleaded, thinking that she hadn't been clear enough with her begging. "You can have any hole you want."

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Those words made Dyon snap out of his thoughts. A low growl escaped him lips as he leapt up, shifting Luna's ass toward himself. He gripped her hips tightly, lowering his tip to her wet entrance and splitting her lips apart as he thrust forward.

He wasn't gentle, nor was he patient. He didn't even truly treat Luna as a woman anymore, to him, she was just a beast to be tamed.

Luna's voice cried out as the mixture of pain and pleasure made her mind go blank. She could feel Dyon pierce all the way to her womb, toying with the entrance as though he would force his way through before pulling back and slamming forward again.

Moans of pleasure filled the room as Luna shivered again and again, unable to control herself.

Dyon's mind with blank as well, he couldn't understand this feeling. Never in his life had he felt something so good. Luna was so tight, yet so wet… Her walls continuously convulsed around him as though they were purposely massaging his shaft.

"Husband," Luna's cries became more bestial as she grasped the cushions of the cough, almost tearing through them. "Finish inside me, don't you dare pull out."

Dyon reached down, pressing Luna's face in further down with his hand as he slapped her ass with the other. "Was that an order?"

Luna whimpered, "I'm sorry. Please."

Dyon laughed to himself. Taming this vixen was almost too easy.

However, in his glee, he hadn't noticed one thing. There was no boost in cultivation, nor was there a moment of his soul intertwining with Luna like it had for his other wives. It was almost like two mortals having sex. There were no abnormal signs at all…. It was like the universe turned a blind eye to their union as husband and wife. The problem was that they were both too lost in their world to notice.

What did happen though, although Dyon couldn't sense it, was an odd-looking primordial yin appeared in Dyon's inner world.

It was hard to pinpoint its color as it was shrouded in white fog. Only the faint flickers of silver shone through occasionally. Unlike the other primordial yins that acted as though they were sisters, this one didn't seem to resonate with the group. In fact, whenever Dyon's primordial yang tried to interact with it, an overwhelming power shut it out, causing Dyon's inner world to tremble.

Luckily, Dyon's primordial yang had his own personality and was stubborn. Although the primordial yin wanted to run away, chains of swirling colors erupted from Dyon's, wrapping domineeringly around the white fog.

The primordial yin shrouded in white fog shook in anger, somehow summoning tribulation lightning within Dyon's inner world and sending it down toward his primordial yang, wanting nothing more than to shatter it completely, ruining Dyon's vitality forever.

However, this was when Dyon's manifestation took action. It was seemingly angry that its goddess had transformed into a ball of light instead of a remaining the beauty by his side, so it wanted to vent. When it saw a woman dared to have relations with him, yet leave as though she was not his, his arrogance was ignited to another level.

6 wings of bright gold flashed outward as a roar that shook the inner world sounded out almost as though to say "How dare you!?".

It seemed that although Luna had submitted in the real world, her primordial disdained her activities. Although it wouldn't ever harm her owner, obviously, it would cripple the man who dared to take advantage of her.

Truth be told, it was surprised that it was taken into this odd world so easily. After all, it was unmatched in the world, how could a measly essence gatherer coax her here so easily? Even a half-step transcendent would be too small of a character for her. How could she withstand such humiliation?!

When she peaked out of the world with her senses to see her supposed body writhing with pleasure as it was plowed by an object that should have been much too large for her to handle, she almost felt a faint disgust toward her own self. She was raised as a prim and proper princess, and this was supposedly her virgin bed, so how did she become such a pervert so quickly?

All of those emotions whirled around until she decided to blame the man. It was all his fault. Only he could make her react like this. How often had Jabari made advances on her only to be ignored? And he was the strongest prince of an Empire God Clan of the first ranked quadrant in the cosmos! How had this man forced her into submission like this?!

The tribulation lightning stormed down from the skies, filling Dyon's inner world with raging storms and towering cumulonimbus clouds. However, the next moment shook the arrogant primordial yin to its core.

The moment the manifestation finished its roar and spread out its golden wings, the 6 flaming black-gold circles to its back started to spin visciously, only stopping when one containing a flashing arc of lightning stopped at the very top.

It flew into the skies as blinding speeds before stopping like a God amongst the clouds. Raging lightning swarmed around it as the tribulation lightning fell, holding within it the blinding red of chaos and destruction.

In the next instant, it slammed into the manifestation.

At that very moment, outside in the real world, Dyon was grasping Luna's silver hair and pulling her up and into him, wrapping one arm around her waist firmly as he held her slender neck in the other. He relentlessly slammed into her, causing Luna to drip with a sweet fragrant liquid as her moans grew louder… Only to be stopped by Dyon's rough lips meeting her own.

In the last seconds, Dyon pulled back one more time before slamming forward with a force he held almost nothing back in, releasing a gushing and thick white liquid into Luna without any thought of consequences.

At the same time, in the inner world, the streak of red lightning did nothing to Dyon's manifestation. Instead, it met endless golden arcs of lightning that formed into a dragon and roared at it, causing it to quake in submission.

In the end, the red lightning submitted as the foggy primordial yin watched in shock. The chains sent out by Dyon's primordial yang took hold of the moment to fully control Luna's arrogant primordial yin, thrusting it down and away from the group as punishment, as though it wanted it to think about its actions.

Dyon's manifestation looked down with a blaze of fury in its eyes, causing the primordial yin to tremble. "Never think of betraying me again." were what its eyes said.

Dyon wouldn't find out about having Luna's primordial yin within him for a long time, nor would he know that his primordial yang and chained and sealed it, hiding it from his presence.

No matter how arrogant Dyon's primordial yang and manifestation were, they understood just how powerful Luna's primordial yin had to be to cause such a thing in their presence… So they knew that their true body wasn't ready to handle it…

In the end, their only option was to hide it from him, waiting for the day Dyon unlocked the mystery that was Luna Sacharro.

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That said, Dyon did benefit from this. In a moment, he would realize that his Heaven's Blessing, Perception, and Presence all got a massive upgrade…

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736 Second Trial 54

Luna lay on Dyon's lap, obedient as a little kitten. The cunning and mystery in her eyes had disappeared, filled with nothing but love with flashes and hints of reverence. Her husband's stamina seemed endless, and if it wasn't for the fact he new that they would be arriving at their destination in little more than a half an hour, who knows when he would have stopped? Luckily for her petite body, Dyon was giving them time to clean themselves in the carriage bathing room.

However, deep within Luna's heart, there was a dark fog spreading. Even if the barrier to accepting Dyon in her heart had disappeared, how could that change what she had done?

There were some things in life that couldn't be easily forgiven. Dyon knew this more than anyone else because he had witnessed it multiple times in his young life already.

Ava's brother and his trusted friend, Arios, was deeply in love with Tammy Ragnor. It was to the point where he couldn't bring himself to hate her even knowing she had every intention of killing him that day during their Elvin Kingdom trials. By all rights, if Arios wasn't hiding his cultivation as a young prince of the Sicarius family, he would have died that day without a doubt.

Arios knew that Tammy wasn't a match for him, and he knew that it would only take a bit of effort on his part to defend himself, yet he was caught in the pain and anxiety in her eyes. Something told him that she was struggling with the decision she was making and that it wasn't her choice to try and kill him. Knowing this, Arios faked his death, allowing Tammy to believe that he was dead so that she could fulfill her wish to protect her elder brother, Thor.

Despite this, Arios never hated her. Even when he practically lost his family, falling into the depths of gate, he didn't hate her. Even millions of years in the past, he couldn't bring himself to hate her. In fact, he even longed to see her.

However…. When he found out what she did to his little sister, Tammy crossed a line that Arios could no longer forgive. And scars or wounds she afflicted upon him, he could shrug off, but Arios loved Ava even more than he loved Tammy. He couldn't find it in himself to forgive that.

The concept here was the same. Although Dyon wasn't aware of the full scope of what Luna had done, how long would he be ignorant for? And although Luna was hiding it now, could she bear to hide it forever? Could she live a lie? Could she continue to betray a man that had won her heart?

Just like Tammy, it wasn't just a matter of Arios or Dyon forgiving these two women… It was also about whether they could forgive themselves…

So, Luna continued to sit in Dyon's lap, letting his soapy hands wash her body without struggling. If she couldn't enjoy this man's embrace forever, she would at least enjoy it for now…

When the time came, she would do everything in her power to help him. And then, she would punish her own self.

By now, she had decided that she had no right to be queen, and even less right to be his wife. In that moment, the flash of a red-headed beauty appeared in her mind. Luna could only sigh in her heart, lamenting the fact she never became friends with such a wonderful woman… Although their personalities were strikingly opposed, hadn't they both fallen for the same man? Couldn't it be said then that there was a threat of fate tying them?

There was another reason for Luna's decision though… She couldn't understand it fully, but ever since her youth, she had been able to see the world in a way completely different than others. Not only was she the most intelligent person she had ever known, as narcissistic as that may sound, she felt a oneness with nature. If her instincts were correct, there was an off current flowing around her husband, as though it was unnatural for him to be here.

This meant only one thing to Luna: he was here for a purpose. If that was the case, shouldn't Luna do everything she could to help him before he disappeared from her life completely… ?

A dull ache stabbed into Luna's chest when she thought these words. Maybe she wouldn't be the one to leave first… What if this husband that she had fallen for left them first?... What if the living hell that she had been suffering through came back?...

Luna, though, underestimated Amphorae. The worst part about all of this was that Luna wasn't the only one who had felt that Dyon's presence in this world was on a timer that was quickly running out…

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While Luna had resolved to do everything in her power to rectify her mistakes and repair her husband, Amphorae was speeding through the Angel Clan as fast as her long and slender blemish free legs would allow, determined to bring the clan to a level even higher than where her husband had left it at.

She organized the evacuation, organized the women with determination to help, and even calmed the waters politically, staving off the once unbridled misogyny with her fiery words and decisiveness actions…

All the while knowing that her and Luna may likely never see their husband again.

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Just about 40 minutes later, a celestial beauty radiating with satisfaction and endless love stepped out of a large carriage, clinging to the arm of maybe the only man that could complement her looks perfectly.

Just as they did so, the entrance of a grand clan greeted them, only to be interrupted by the whistling of Dyon's personal guards as though they were serenading a newly wed couple that had just consummated their marriage.

Dyon laughed, not minding. But, the dao formation experts gave the young men a side-eye that made them turn their heads and pretend as though they hadn't done anything.

But, maybe the most surprising thing for them was that Luna wasn't embarrassed at all. She happily held onto her husband's arm as though nothing else in the world mattered.

However, their happy moment was interrupted by the loud voices of the guards at the entrance.

"State your names and purpose! The Viserion clan is not a land to tread on lightly!"

Dyon laughed inwardly. He had been here once before and these were the exact words they said them. How full of yourself did you have to be to have your guards rehearse lines to make you sound more mighty than you really were?

At this point, Merchant Brinsop stepped forward, taking his job very seriously. He knew that Dyon had spared his life to be the figure head in their starting an alliance and he knew time was short. It usually took weeks to months of building a trusting relationship in order for such a thing to happen, but, he only had 2 days to convince 5 clans, all of which were larger than the Angel Clan. And, he also had to somehow convince them to allow Dyon to lead their troops.

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At first, he thought it was a blessing for his king to allow him to live. After all, traitors were always sentenced to death. However, when he learned more about his task, he almost felt that maybe dying would have been the better option. At least then, he would be free of all of this stress.

What Merchant Brinsop didn't know was that Dyon only needed him to get a foot in the door. He had his own plans after analyzing the landscape of Planet Haven, and was quite confident in succeeding. The only troublesome clan would be this one, because it was led by a battle crazed idiot. And, unfortunately, that battle crazed idiot was also quite the genius.

He placed 5th in the last Universe Tournament… One might think that that meant that Dyon was leagues above him for finishing first. But, the truth of the matter was that he finished 5th with the cultivation of a peak essence gatherer!

While it was impressive that Dyon was able to place first with a lower saint level cultivation. The chasm between essence gathering and sainthood was as vast as day and night!

Think about it, a saint was someone who was tempered by a heavenly tribulation!

Rumor had it that this Viserion family was actually a branch family of the second Emperor God Clan in this universe. In fact, when they saw King Viserion's talent at the Universe Tournament, they tried to do everything in their power to recruit him. After all, the entire point of branch families was to provide talented youths to their higher branches to bolster the clan's overall power.

However, King Viserion directly refused. Stating that he wanted to cultivation to dao formation first, before raising up his branch clan to overtake the Viserion Emperor God Clan!

He was arrogant beyond belief! He was angered by the fact that those higher branches and main branches had dared to dismiss him simply due to his birth. So, he vowed to eradicate them all.

He completely disdained the idea of supposed elders changing their colors just because he showed a little talent. What if he hadn't been so talented? What if he couldn't overcome the struggles of growing up on such a weak planet?

He hated the martial world's system to its core. It hardly gave those of branch families a chance, and unless you were easily 10 or more times as talented as those of the branch family, you would never rise up.

King Viserion lost count of how many geniuses he had seen that could easily match up to main branch disciples, if only they had the resources. It was like being twice as good, just to achieve half the result.

So, he completely rejected the Emperor God Clan's offer, telling them to wash their necks and wait for him to mature. Who knows what would have happened had the Ahpuch clan not stepped in to suppress them? The Viserion clan might have directly killed the young prince.

Obviously, Dyon knew that the Ahpuch clan didn't do this out of kindness. If the young prince was an Ahpuch instead, it was likely that it would have been the Viserion clan stepping in to be "righteous". In truth, both clans would like nothing more than to see the other obliterated. So what if it was done by a no name genius?

Unfortunately for Dyon, the reason why King Viserion hated him was because he thought he had no backbone. How could a man like him, who faced off against an Emperor God Clan alone, threatening to eradicate them to their faces, be okay with having a friend who was such a coward?

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It could be said that the two of them were once close friends, and although the young prince had taken a liking to Luna before the tournament, it wasn't to the point where he hated Dyon for having her. After all, he hardly knew Luna at all until those days.

No. The reason Viserion hated Dyon was because of his change in personality.

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Dyon had once been a man who feared nothing of the world right along with him. Their ages were very similar, it was just that Dyon broke through to sainthood a hair earlier than he had.

In their younger days, they had sworn to take the quadrant by storm together and form the first alliance of Emperor God Clans before sweeping through the rest of the cosmos. It wasn't that they were bloodthirsty, it was just that they understood the way of the martial world, and if they weren't strong, it would be their friends and family that suffered to their enemies. Their fathers would die, their mothers and wives raped, and their children murdered. How could they stand for such a thing?

And yet, the moment Dyon became Luna's husband, his perspective on the world seemed to change completely. Instead of using merchants of larger clans like Viserion had, Dyon tried to integrate them into his society, even to the point of trusting them. Instead of storming through his cultivation and reaching for the peak of the martial world, Dyon's cultivation had stalled while Viserion's was ready to break into the celestial level despite the short time that had passed. How could Viserion not be disgusted?

So, he cut off all ties with the Angel Clan when he took control of the Viserions from his father. To him, an ally like that would only stab him in the back. With such weak character, wouldn't Dyon crack at the first sign of pressure? How could he trust him?

"This lowly one is Merchant Brinsop." Brinsop stepped forward with incredible humility. Since he wasn't a true member of the Angel Clan higher class, it wouldn't belittle Dyon if he acted this. But, if he was a member of the Angel Clan, this would be highly disrespectful to Dyon. "I am here with Angel Clan King to seek an audience with the young Viserion King."

Surprise colored the features of the guards, but disdain overwhelmed them. They, of course, knew about Merchant Brinsop as he had passed by these gates before. The trouble was that him coming here with another King, while he was meant to be neutral… Didn't that mean that the Angel Clan King betrayed the Viserion's just how their young king had predicted? Why would they allow them in knowing this?

"Leave!" The guards boomed with their silver armor shining under the bright sun lights, "We don't accept cowards and traitors here!"

Dyon shook his head. He too didn't expect for Viserion's attitude to seep into the masses of his clan. It seemed he was much better at moving the hearts of his people than his once best friend.

That said, Dyon didn't expect Brinsop to be too useful for this clan. His role would become more important for the others. As for this alliance? It was a matter of the heart. As for his role in this one? It was accomplished. He allowed them to get to the gates without being stopped be the outposts in the further beyond radius.

"LITTLE GARDEN SNAKE!" Suddenly, Dyon's voice boomed with such volume that it covered the entire few ten thousand square mile area of the Viserion clan. "ARE YOU GOING TO KEEP HIDING WITH YOUR HEAD IN THE SOIL? OR ARE YOU GOING TO COME OUT HERE SO I CAN WHOOP YOUR ASS AGAIN?!"

Dyon's voice was powerful, but it was also laced with ridiculous amounts of Presence that made the guards at the gate shudder. Even the protective formations couldn't stop his voice from penetrating through the clan.

This was the ultimate sign of disrespect. Dyon's Presence was causing citizen after citizen of Viserion's clan to bow down to him! How could a King tolerate such a thing! Even the guards at the front who were battle worn veterans felt their knees weaken.

However, what truly shocked Dyon was the power his outputted… Last he checked, his Presence was at the initial to lower Duke levels… So when did it reach the peak of King?!

Dyon didn't have time to mind this as a smirk spread across his features. Taking Luna's hand, he kissed her on the forehead before pushing her between the two dao formation experts and his personal guard. "Don't interfere." He said strictly.

Just as those words left Dyon's mouth, a roar the shook the heavens sounded out as the top of a Palace in the distance burst into dust.

"COWARD! YOU DARE COME HERE AND STRUT AROUND IN MY CLAN?!" Viserion's voice boomed, tearing through Dyon's Presence with sheer oppressive power. Although many experts appeared around him, they did nothing to stop him. This was clearly a direct challenge to their King, so they would only step in during a life or death situation.

Luna's eyes sparkled as she looked at the strong back of her husband. Even while his personal guards quaked, he stood unmoved. This was the man she had always wanted!

It took Viserion a mere instant to appear before the eyes of everyone, staring down at Dyon with unquenched anger. There were no complex feelings in his eyes, nor was there any remorse. Only a thick killing intent permeated. Today would be the day he killed this traitor and put the Angel Clan out of its misery!

With his appearance, it suddenly became clear to every why Dyon called this man in the air "little garden snake", although it also made their lips twitch at the sheer incredulous nature of such a name.

The first reason Dyon wanted to ally with the Viserions was to strengthen himself. However, the second reason was even more selfish.

When his memories awakened after mending his ties with Amphorae, he had learned something outstanding. The Viserions were originally a human clan that managed to integrate perfectly with their God Dragon bloodline to form a new humanoid-drago True Deity bloodline, even forming their own reverse scales at the silver-gold level!

The King Viserion that stood in the skies right now wasn't just a human. His skin was covered in thick bright green scales that gave him a vicious appearance. It was no wonder he tore through Dyon's Presence so easily… His reverse scale was almost at the King level!

The problem was… Despite his green scales… Maybe only Dyon would dare to call him a little garden snake…

"SINCE YOU'VE COME, DON'T THINK OF LEAVING." Viserion boomed. "THE ANGEL CLAN, AS OF TODAY, WILL BECOME A PART OF THE VISERIONS."

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739 Second Trial 57

Dyon stood at the ground, looking up at the man he once called friend.

In martial world terms, the two of them, despite their talent, were nothing but children. And yet, the two of them had already been through so much. While this was good for their experience going into the future, it was apparently quite terrible for their relationship.

Both the Angel and Viserion clans of this universe were two oddities. Both were small, not even worthy of being a God Clans in the past, let alone a Royal God Clan, and yet so powerful that even the Moon Clan was wary of them. And, even more ironically, said Moon Clan wouldn't even know of their existences if it wasn't for their two princes, now Kings. It could be said that they were tied by a string of fate that was inescapable.

Now, however, King Viserion had grown, leaving Dyon behind. A clan once not even worthy of being recognized by the moon clan had expanded to the size capable of rivalling any God Clan, and a strength that even Dyon couldn't see the true depth of.

Yet, despite King Viserion's conquests and thirst for war and bloodshed, he had never once turned his eye to the Angel Clan. This was why Dyon knew he could trust this man. He completely disregarded the flames of anger in King Viserion's eyes, knowing that behind that façade of unbridled furosity, there was a man of compassion… A man who took his relationships of the past seriously.

Considering the relationship between this Viserion branch family and the Angel Clan, Dyon knew well that his friend's father likely knew as much about their clan as he did. Therefore, how could a clan with aspirations of conquering the quadrant give up such a valuable resource as the Angel Clan spiritual vein?

Although Dyon's soul was still sealed, during his break through to the celestial realm, it was necessary for his soul to accept within it, celestial energy. This was obvious, of course. As a result, during that moment, Dyon was able to use his soul to sense the world around him since a small leak in the seal was needed to accept such energy. Despite the fact he had now lost that ability, with Dyon's memory, did he really need a second attempt?

As a result, maybe only Dyon truly understood the sheer vastness of the Angel Clan spiritual vein. It was so large that it wrapped around the core of Planet Haven!

To put this into perspective, one must first understand the rarity of spiritual veins. In Dyon's time, only a King God Clan close to becoming an Emperor God Clan would have one at the very center of its empire! And even then, that spiritual vein would only span a few dozen miles, barely cracking through the crust of its planet. In fact, even an Emperor God Clan that had been established for millions of years might only have a handful of spiritual veins of that size, and only one that might span a few hundred miles.

However, a spiritual vein capable of spanning thousands of miles was nothing more than legend in Dyon's time. Such a spiritual vein wouldn't only affect the area of the clan, but rather the planet as a whole!

Understanding this, how could the Angel Clan not understand how coveted such a spiritual vein would be? Even though they were more common in these ancient times, a spiritual vein capable of spanning thousands of miles was still unseen!

There was actually a reason for this. Spiritual veins had the follow the laws of the universe it resided in. If one were to grow too large, it would begin to rival the universe's energy balance, and throw things into chaos. If there was more than one main flow of energy, it would no longer be a benefit, but rather, a detriment.

As a result, only the best and most robust universes could afford to grow larger spiritual veins. And even then, it required a stringent set of circumstances to occur. A spiritual vein was akin to a wonder of the martial world!

This said, there was one item capable of growing the large spiritual veins without effecting the universe's flow of energy at all! In fact, it could help and nurture a universe, making its life line extend and thus increase it life span. This item was without a doubt the treasure of the 33 Heavens that was currently residing within Dyon's inner world!

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The problem was that any competent clan knew this. This was why, although those 33 treasures and weapons didn't yet have the cumulative name in these ancient times – mostly because there had yet to be 33 of them, which is obvious considering Amphorae created one just days earlier – they were coveted by all. Each of them were capable of breaking a law of universe, reaching legendary status, and being capable of changing the fate of an entire clan.

So, if a clan detected the overwhelming spiritual vein of the Angel Clan, yet also noticed that their universe was also unusually stable, there was only one conclusion to make!

Dyon saw through this immediately, the moment he read through the reports of the Angel Clan. He also realized that there was no way the Viserion branch clan didn't know about this. And yet, this friend of his never attacked out of greed despite his ambition!

This was a man Dyon could go to battle with. He had no doubt.

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740 Second Trial 58

One might find this analysis odd, but Dyon was sure in his ways.

A skeptic might say that since the Angel Clan was powerful, maybe King Viserion was only biding his time, accumulating and annexing smaller clans to bolster his power before making an actual move. After all, it had only been slightly less than 30 years since they had their falling out. Such a short time was a mere blink to a talented martial warrior.

However, how could Dyon not have considered something like this already? Although he was a person who truly valued relationships, he was also an intelligent and cautious person who was well aware that this was still very much a trial – and a trial that heavily placed importance on understanding the feelings of those around you.

Of those who took this trial, maybe only a handful truly grasped the essence of this. To reach the top of the martial world, becoming a conqueror was inevitable. Raising a clan from a common one, to an Emperor God Clan that could lord over an entire quadrant wasn't just for sating simple ambition, and this true reason wasn't just about being allowed into the top level of the Epistemic Tower.

Dyon's grand teacher had two reasons for restricting tower level access by clan prowess. The most obvious was one Dyon had already taken advantage of, and that was to ensure that no one could monopolize the towers for themselves.

Protecting the universe that housed the Epistemic Tower was too easy given the powers of the key. Because of this, why would a clan ever expand out of that universe? They could keep a small group of elites, groom their young, and eventually grow an unparalleled foundation.

By restricting access, anyone who tried to monopolize the tower would only be able to do so for the lower saint floors. As they expanded, the harder it would be to defend their territory, and thus they would accrue the anger of those clans surrounding them, thus resulting in a compromise having to made among those of the same quadrant.

Dyon used this to his advantage before, pinning down the Uidah for 20 years because he knew they had to defend against both the Pakals and Ragnor.

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The second reason was one that Dyon had already touched on as well. Or, more accurately, it was the reason his [Inner World: Sanctuary] existed for.

Long ago, when Dyon first asked about the reason people campaign, Ri had given him this reason as well.

In the martial world, the Emperor of an Emperor God Clan is far more powerful than the King of a King God Clan, even if they have the same talent, cultivation, and techniques. This is because an Emperor God Clan has more accumulated will or faith.

This will is what permeates the martial world and is also the reason why the human world Dyon was born in was so easily influenced by things that exist in the martial world despite having little to no contact with it. This was also why faith seeds were called as such. They represented the god-like figures who had reached the pinnacle of this concept, allowing their names to easily influence weaker societies. Which was why so many religions and myths in Dyon's human world were carried by their names.

This faith is even more tangible than Heaven's Blessing. While Heaven's Blessings deal with the intangible, reminiscent of a human world game's "luck stat", while also helping with cultivation and Presence, faith directly affects battle power, allowing stronger clans to lord over weaker ones.

Having this knowledge was exactly why Dyon didn't underestimate the geniuses of the Epistemic Tower. Almost without fail, they would all be the legacy holders of these powerful clans. This meant that their battle prowess wouldn't be limited to just their own merit, leaving Dyon at a terrible disadvantage.

For context, if Dyon's grand teacher hadn't taken measures to prevent faith from influencing the Epistemic Tower trials, Dyon wouldn't hold a record so easily. In fact, it wouldn't be surprising if his record was shattered.

This, was of course, not a for sure thing. Even with faith, it would be ridiculously difficult for them to do so. This was why Dyon still had a fighting chance. It was just important to note and understand why walking all over the geniuses of Dyon's universe meant nothing in the grand scheme. Because they couldn't compare to the geniuses of King and Emperor God Clans at all!

A genius that earned the legacy of their Emperor God clan could completely annihilate even a peak saint at the lower essence gathering level, as long as that peak saint wasn't also a legatee!

Not only was the strength of this legacy reliant on the power of the clan, but it was also reliant on the strength of the universe. An Emperor God Clan of a top ten quadrant was worlds apart of an Emperor God Clan of a bottom ten quadrant.

The martial world was, without a doubt, a land of survival of the fittest. Even if the fittest were your powerful ancestors.

There was no doubt that this was unfair. But, such was the way of the martial world. There was no such thing as perfect fairness, and Dyon didn't expect it.

This was why, when a friend of King Viserion's caliber stood before Dyon, even if he floated loftily in the air, Dyon wouldn't feel even small bit of disdain or dissatisfaction.

With how weak the Angel Clan had been under his rule, and how much internal conflict there was, anyone would have attacked long ago, let alone waiting 30 years!

There was only one reason King Viserion didn't attack. And that was because he still hoped for the day Dyon would become his friend of old!

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741 Second Trial 59

So, Dyon looked up at him, rolling his wrists and neck before shedding his robes and rolling up his pants.

His caramel skin bronzed under the high sun, vibrating with vitality and reflecting veins that pumped with a faint gold liquid King Viserion couldn't help but narrow his slit eyes at.

Luna's violet eyes sparkled with desire as she looked at Dyon's tattooed back with an unconcealed longing. It was as though she didn't feel the aching between her legs at all. If anything, the pain made the wetness far more pronounced before she blinked her eyes to fight back the desire.

The moment King Viserion noticed Dyon's knew bearing, he couldn't help but immediately touch down to the ground. Could it be his friend had finally come back to him?

He was far too used to battle, and his instincts weren't any less than that of a true dragon. Everything from the determination in Dyon's eyes, to the robustness of his body, not even a tiny detail escaped his eyes.

Not only was this an added ability of fusing with a transcendent level dragon bloodline – that being overwhelming eyesight – it was also an ability that came with his Perception. Unlike humans, beasts were born with a much higher baseline of this martial art.

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This said, although King Viserion could see the changes in Dyon, he couldn't just erase 30 years of pain so easily. Unlike the fool that was Dyon's past persona, King Viserion was highly intelligent despite what his bestial appearance might denote. He had long since placed spies within the Moon Clan. After all, they were his strongest, most immediate, opponent. How could he neglect such a thing?

Therefore, he knew about their odd movements even before Dyon's trial started. And therefore, he also knew why Dyon was here. The problem was that his Viserion clan, despite his arrogance, still wasn't ready to face the Moon clan quite yet. Unless Dyon could prove to him that he was truly back, and that he could contribute as much as his Viserion clan, he wouldn't lift a finger!

Dyon smiled, noting the intelligence in his friend's eyes, "Little garden snake, it seems you've gotten more intelligent. That's good. It means I don't have to talk as much. It's also good that you've come in your battle form. Shall I beat you into submission as per usual?"

"Same pigeon brain I remember. Should I get some bread crumbs for you to peck off the ground?" King Viserion sneered, his half-step King dragon domain pulsing within him and threatening to erupt at any moment. "It might befit that cowardly persona of yours a bit more."

"Aiyah. I heard you snakes were color blind, but to think you'd see my majestic wings as comparable to a pigeon's. It seems you're only fit to continue wiggling through the soil, never knowing how high the heavens are." How could Dyon lose in a battle of wit so easily? This friend of his was going to have to try harder than that.

King Viserion suddenly laughed a sinister laugh, darkening the light of the day, "I'm going to have fun tearing that arrogant smile off that gigolo face of yours."

Dyon grinned, "Maybe if you didn't cover your face with those disgusting scales, you could be a tenth as handsome as me."

Silence reigned for what seemed like eternity as the two former friends radiating with battle intent.

The atmosphere seemed to respond, turning an eerie shade of red and black as the clouds began to swirl in the once clear sky. Violent winds wrapped around them, causing small rocks to tear through the air.

The two of them held no expression, as though none of what was happening had anything to with them. Their fists were relaxed, their eyes nonchalant, and their techniques unready.

Suddenly, they both spoke at once. "The usual?"

Two former friends grinned at each before they disappeared in a flash.

The observers immediately ran back, giving them hundreds of meters of space, grimacing as they watched the once immaculately paved marble roads destroyed beneath the feet of their two young geniuses.

And then, their fists met.

A loud bang sounded out. It was no longer as though skin was slamming against skin, but was rather akin to boulders falling from a tall cliff before being crushed against the hard ground.

Dyon's fists groaned in pain as they threatened to give way. How could his defenses compare to King Viserion's? Even if he tapped into his demon qilin bloodline, it wouldn't even remotely make a difference.

Dyon had only integrated 5% of that bloodline, an integration level that was only beneficial at the meridian formation level. That was why he hadn't bothered to use it. He also ignored his celestial deer bloodline for the same reason. The remaining percentages of both were now a part of his humanoid manifestation, but that was only helpful in aiding him comprehend and boost their related wills. So, since his wills were locked away, it couldn't help him with his battle prowess.

Even worse, even if his soul and wills weren't sealed, he wouldn't be able to use them anyway.

"The usual?" only meant one thing to these two friends. With nothing more than their body's prowess, they would fight until one of them yielded. Dyon would only have himself to fight against this dragon scaled friend of his.

And yet, he didn't have a bit of pain on his face when he was forced to retreat. In fact, he grinned like a maniac.

"Demon Emperor's Will. Act Two. Stage One. Perfection."

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742 Second Trial 60

Sounds of thunder erupted, forcing those with lesser cultivation levels to cover their ears only for them to realize that the vibrations were reverberating through their ears.

King Viserion's emerald gem-like eyes flashed with astonishment as he watched the changes in Dyon's body. It wasn't that he didn't want to attack, but his heightened senses were screaming at him to run. Yet, unexpectedly, it only caused him to reveal a toothy green filled with jagged and sharp teeth.

Dyon's Demon Emperor's Will was far from its height. Without the ability to use demonic will, the technique itself was only half as effective as usual. This meant that Act Two's usual 16x multiplier had plummeted to just 8x. However, that was enough to bring Dyon's body, which was already close to breaking through to the celestial level, straight to the pseudo-celestial level.

The vitality that pumped through his body was incomparable to before, and yet, having perfected this technique, he felt extremely comfortable. This was partly because the technique was now much easier to use with demonic will stripped from it, and therefore put less stress on Dyon's body. However, Dyon didn't mind this as it allowed him to take full advantage. Because the technique was nerfed, it allowed Dyon's body to not grow excessively large, and he also wouldn't be forced to cut his hair again. As such, all of the energy would be used more efficiently, allowing Dyon to stay in this state for much longer.

Dyon flexed his fists, rolling his neck as though he was getting used to is new strength. Although he had reached the 8x multiplier before, how could then be compared to now? His body was so much more powerful!

However, what Dyon didn't realize was that his simple action sent the observers into an uproar. It was only when he moved that they realized that the sounds of thunder weren't from the rolling clouds in the sky, but rather came from Dyon's body!

Although King Viserion didn't say anything, his battle intent rose to a fiendish level. He couldn't hide his disappointment when he realized how easy it was to rebuff Dyon in their first exchange. He had been lonely in the past few decades because those of his generation just couldn't stack up to him. Truly, if it wasn't for Dyon, he would have no opponents at all. So, one could understand his disappointment at the apparent weakness of his former friend. But now? The danger that screamed in his mind, the excessive thumping of his heart, even the way he inadvertently clenched his fists… This was what he wanted. This was what any dragon warrior wanted. He was trembling with excitement!

No words were spoken. The had already said all they needed to say. All that was left was to decide a victor.

King Viserion no longer held back. He roared into the skies, causing every animal within hundreds of miles to shiver in obedience, not daring to raise their heads.

Dyon had no need to do the same. The thumping of his heart beat was so loud that it threatened to drown out even King Viserion's roar. He felt as though his every cell was being drenched with an overwhelming amount of energy and he faintly touched on the essence of Act Two. He had the indistinct feeling that if he spent more time in this state, he would learn something quite important.

The ground trembled. And in the next instant, the two men disappeared.

Rings of exploding air filled the skies, rippling outward with such speed that the sounds of the clashes lagged behind.

The marbled ground the had just stood on then finally exploded, as though it was confused about what caused the damage to itself in the first place.

On the ground, the celestial level characters trembled. They were all aware that these two young men were still saints, so why were their movements compared to their own?! Even the clashes were with such ferocity that they didn't dare to believe they could come out unscathed. Everyone was so focused on the fight that no one noticed a city-toppling beauty with silver hair and violet eyes had closed the latter, even while her head moved continuously. It was as though she could follow what was happening easily, yet didn't need her eyes to do so!

That said, there was another thing that these observers hadn't noticed until just now. Neither of the two were using wills, nor were they using any saint energy. They made no attempt to replenish their stamina, nor did they take any breaks. In fact, even their clashes in the air were the result of them simply jumping into the skies before crash down and jumping again. It was as though the both of them forgot about how to do anything but brawl!

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Blood flew from Dyon's fists. Every time he connected, skin would sheer off. If it wasn't for the fact they were matted in blood, the white bone beneath would be easily seen. And yet, just as quickly as they were injured, a vital golden liquid was surge forward, repairing them in an instant.

King Viserion's speed of rejuvenation didn't lag behind even a bit. His bright green scales were constantly being dented and cracked, only to fall off and reveal one even more robust. Even though neither made an attempt to replenish themselves, it was as though their bodies were too arrogant to fall behind the other.

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743 Second Trial 61

Dyon's fist flew forward, smashing in King Viserion's before his foot flashed upward, barely missing the green scaled chin he aimed for.

King Viserion took advantage of the partial block Dyon's standing split caused in his vision, hooking toward Dyon's blind spot. However, how could Dyon not be prepared for such a thing? Since his youth, his father had trained him in mixed martial arts, especially hand to hand combat. Such were the woes of growing up with a military general for a father.

His foot pivoted, not lowering his raised leg and instead using a physics defying momentum to narrowly dodge the incoming fist.

His raised leg slammed downward, tearing through the sound barrier only to still narrowly miss the crown of King Viserion's head. But, unfortunately for his green-scaled friend, his leg combinations weren't finish quite yet.

With ungodly speed, Dyon's foot slammed into the ground, causing King Viserion to lose his footing. The power was so violent, yet so controlled that the ground beneath Dyon's feet was completely unaffected, allowing his other foot to flash forward, crashing into the side of King Viserion's head without remorse.

King Viserion's hand rebounded off the shattered ground before his head hit, using that very moment to send a flurry of kicks as though he was never hit at all.

Dyon's knee jumped upward, blocking the kicks and flashing out of range.

Their battle descended into chaos once again. Neither seemed to ever react when the took solid blows, if one couldn't feel the earth-shattering vibrations, they might be fooled into thinking they were two stuntmen instead of warriors embroiled in a fight to what seemed like the death.

None of these small details escaped King Viserion's eyes. The arrogance that was so clear and present in his former friend right now, was the same arrogance that King Viserion had been missing all this time. It was the same arrogance that led to their promise of storming through the cosmos. It was the same arrogance that led this former friend to be the first man of his generation that this King ever respected.

But, with those thoughts, the same bitterness resurfaced. He could still remember when he learned that his friend had bowed to the Moon Clan. He could remember the anger he felt, the feelings of betrayal and loneliness that pervaded his life for the last thirty years.

The more King Viserion thought about it, the stronger his attacks became… The more hate filled and violent… The more unabashed killing intent coated his fists.

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King Viserion grew to another size, causing bat-like wings to tear from his back in a shower of golden blood. He roared into the skies, breaking through to a new level.

The claws on his hands and feet became more pronounced, sheering through the air with every strike as though each was a knife of its own. His wings arced with vicious intent, spanning more than three meters.

The spectating elders couldn't help but gasp, before clapping in excitement. They all knew that it was only a matter of time before their most highly lauded genius reached this level of integration with his ancestral bloodline. But hoping and actually seeing it come true were two completely different concepts. They couldn't hide their elation at all.

The personal guard who came with Dyon, who had just been trying to keep up with the battle to the best of their abilities all while praising their King for being so powerful, were more or less confused by the sudden reaction of the Viserions. However, the two dao formation elders couldn't help but frown, allowing their brows to furrow in unconcealed worry.

King Viserion's attacks beat Dyon back. Dyon frowned as he suddenly noticed the bones in his arms were quaking under the pressure of the strikes. He was forced to immediately switch to a more defensive approach, neutralizing King Viserion's strikes by evenly distributing his weight and pulling back an almost imperceptible amount during each attack.

However, with King Viserion's instincts, how could he not notice such a thing? He immediately used Dyon's tactics against him, pressing forward and taking the initiative. In an instant, it was as though Dyon had no opportunity or window to attack at all. While the damage was at a minimum, Dyon had lost one of the most important keys to victory!

Having heard the loud noises, and considering the commotion that Dyon had caused when he first arrived. Many of the Viserion branch clan citizens had made their way over to spectate. Many of them even stood on the tops of buildings and houses just to get a better view. When they caught the bold wings of their King, many of them felt endless reverence deep within their hearts, unable to tear their eyes away.

As Viserions, each and every one of them were taught from youth the legends of their people. After all, how could the story of a clan capable of fusing the bloodlines of a human and dragon together be simple? Their stories were never bereft of sky toppling heroes and world-shaking heroines. However, as with all legends, some were embellishments while very few were true to the core. Such was the way of history. The losers were erased while the victors wrote the story.

That said, there was one legend playing out in front of them right this moment.

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The truth of the matter was that it defied the rules of the universe for humans to meld together with the bloodline of beasts. Under normal circumstances, there were only a few ways for this to work out naturally.

The first way was for a beast to take the human path. By doing so, having a child with a human would result in a baby with both beast and human blood.

The draw back to this method is that the legacies of this baby would be most sealed away. This is because by choosing the human path, the beast parent, him or herself, would have also sealed those legacies away from themselves.

Ri was a child of such a union. This was why learning ice will was difficult for her despite being a member of the Snow family. Although she could access those legacies with a bit of practice and help, her mother wasn't by her side during her childhood, thus she had no one to support her in doing so.

That said, even if Kawa had been by Ri's side, the legacies they could access would be highly limited. Although it was possible to eventually unlock all legacies, even including the core bestial ones that Kawa gave up, the payment and time required to do so would vastly outpace that of a normal beast child. And, often, it would require core secrets of its clan of origin.

Although this may sound simple, it was highly difficult. The clan of origin might not necessarily be the family you were born into. The Snow family was a lower tier True Deity bloodline. While in terms of the martial world as a whole, this was ridiculously impressive, in terms of the supreme beasts of the Kitsune as a whole, they were near the bottom. This meant that their legacies likely didn't originate from themselves and most likely came from stronger ice and water based Kitsune clans like the River or Ocean families.

This was only not too much of a problem for Ri because she had access to the entirety of the Void Clan Kitsune. A clan that stood at the top three of all Kitsune.

The second method was for a beast to have a child with a human after choosing the combined bestial-human path. This path was excessively difficult to navigate, and was also the path Little Black chose. It allowed having children with both beasts and humans alike, and almost as though in compensation for the difficulty, it also allowed any children birthed with humans to have a much easier time accessing bestial legacies.

The third method was a method Dyon himself had used. This was for the owner of the beast blood to have died and to choose to pass their blood on to you. For obvious reasons, this was incredibly rare and it wouldn't be surprising if Dyon was the only one to have such a privilege.

In line with this, the reason Dyon was able to have the demon qilin blood essence without the expressed consent of his master's husband is because her husband first handed ownership of his essence to his wife, who then transferred it to Dyon. So, this was a pseudo-fourth method. As long as the chain of consent existed, it would work.

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As far as the universe was concerned, these were the only four ways for a human to infuse beast blood within themselves. Trying to artificially imbue yourself with such blood would end horribly, and often in death. This was why Dyon didn't rashly tell his Demon Generals to try and fuse with the dragon reversal scales despite planning to do so in the future.

This said, there was a fifth method that broke the laws of the universe. And that was obviously the Spirit Body treasure of the 33 Heavens. Originally, Dyon thought that he would have to find this treasure in order to go forward with his plans. But, didn't the Viserion's give him another option just by existing? It was clear that there was some sort of ancient method, lost to time, that likely only their clan had access to. This was too good of an opportunity.

The problem was that the legend of that method was playing out before Dyon right now, and it was pushing him back viciously. His once toned and body was filled with bloody claw marks that were rushing to heal, only to be clawed through again. His bones felt like they were collapsing with every strike he forcibly withstood. And he couldn't even remember the last time he took the initiative to attack.

Because of how heaven defying the methods of the Viserion clan were, there was also a steep learning curve and great difficulty in using them.

The first stage of integration allowed the Viserions to have increased bodily constitution akin to a Heaven level constitution. This, in itself, was quite good. Even better than what was provided by being an Elf. This, with it, came improved cultivation speed and body cultivation talent.

The second stage provided the first of three levels of Dragon eyes. This may seem like a small upgrade, but it was no less useful than the observation abilities that Dyon's soul gave him. Fights against those at your cultivation level would be exceedingly slow to yourself. And this was just the first level!

Among those born into the Viserion clan, only about 20% reach the first stage. As for the second stage, less than half of that!

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Judging by the success rates of the Viserion clan methods, one can see just how rare the stage their King had reached. And even more bitterly for Dyon, it was the pressure he provided that allowed the break through. If King Viserion's emotions hadn't become so agitated, how could this have happened so easily.

Dyon dodged a punch, stepping forward and shortening the range to lower King Viserion's leverage. It was more dangerous being this close, especially since his opponent's speed seemed to have tripled the moment those wings appeared, but that was only what it seemed like on the surface. If Dyon continued backing away, he would only play into King Viserion's hands!

Their clashes intensified once again, causing those spectating not only to be in awe of King Viserion, but also of Dyon! To last so long while being at such a disadvantage, it could only be said that Dyon's Perception was off the charts.

One had to understand that King Viserion was no longer at just a simple pseudo-celestial level of power. It could be said that he could break into the celestial level with his body at any moment! If he had just a few hours to consolidate his newfound foundation, there was no doubt that he would!

The eyes of the Viserion citizens glistened with zeal as they thought of the legendary stage King Viserion had reached.

The third stage of integration provided a body comparable to a God level constitution. Once again boosting the body's talent by leaps and bounds.

The fourth stage of integration provided the first level of battle dragon battle form as well as the second level of dragon eyes. At this stage, one could cover themselves in scaled armor, boosting their strength and defense. As long as it was practiced and refined, it was possible to even stay in this battle form for weeks, even months. This was why King Viserion appeared in his battle form, he was likely training his endurance, and was therefore in his scaled form.

As for the second level of Dragon Eyes, it was even more useful. Much like the first level, Dragon Eyes scaled to cultivation. While a normal essence gatherer might be able to see the wings of a fly from a few hundred meters away, one with the first level of Dragon Eyes would have ten times that vision. And one with the second level, hundreds of times.

The fifth stage of integration was the stage where one would finally have access to your own dragon reverse scale. This would begin at the bronze level, but allow you increase it by absorbing that of others. Through killing, King Viserion was able to reach the half-step King reverse scale at such a young age. His talent was clear.

The sixth stage of integration provided the second battle form. At this point, scales armor would become more robust and difficult to harm, rejuvenation abilities would increase, and the luster of the scales would reach gem-like levels. This second battle form would also provide the first level of Dragon vocal cords, allowing one to speak the language of dragons with was a branch of music will that was truly devastating. This could strike fear into opponents and even kill with a single word and was only below the language of the Gods in terms of languages.

The seventh stage of integration gave access to the final level of Dragon Eyes. This provided thousands of time more piercing eyesight. In addition, reaching this stage removed the barrier to crossing over to create a King level of higher reverse scale. Not only that, but this was the stage where one's bloodline would cross over into the lower True Deity levels. It was usually known as a foundation type stage that increased one's compatibility with their beast bloodline.

Up until now, these stages were still within the realm of possibility. Although they were much too lofty for many, one could point to geniuses or elders who had reached this stage.

While less than 10% reached the second stage, by the time the fourth stage came up, that number would be less than 1%. For the 5th stage, the bottle neck was so large that maybe only 1 in a few tens of million would be able to reach it. However, it was said that reaching the 5th stage almost guaranteed reaching the 6th.

However, to reach the 7th stage, this was only seen in legatee level geniuses of the Viserion. One could only imagine the level of talent needed to be worthy of being handed the faith of an Emperor God Clan. After all, such faith was limited! Even an Emperor God Clan would risk injuring its foundation if it gave more than 3 geniuses such a right per generation. And yet, that was almost the bare minimum requirement to reach this stage!

One could say that the 7th stage was already legendary and beyond compare. And yet, King Viserion had reached it before the age of 60 years old! One could imagine the kind of monster he was!

And yet… Not only was there and 8th stage... There was a 9th…

The eighth stage of integration allowed one to reach the final battle form. One's claws would become that of a true dragon, carrying ridiculous amounts of piercing power and being shaped of diamond. One's defenses would become so robust that it would be almost impenetrable by those even at higher cultivation levels than you. And… One would grow a pair of bat-like wings capable of increasing speed by three times your normal limits!

Even more glaringly, one would now reach the second of three levels of Dragon vocal cords. Resulting in more capability of speaking the Dragon language, all while taking less damage to yourself!

There was no doubt in anyone's mind that the moment those wings erupted from King Viserion's back in a shower of golden blood, he had stepped into a legendary realm only the Emperor of the Viserion clan had…

If this battle of former friends wasn't limited to the prowess of their bodies… Dyon would have lost long ago…

Even as Dyon's defenses were shattered, and the rate of his rejuvenation slowed, everyone couldn't help but notice one thing. Why hadn't Dyon made use of his Angel wings yet?!

To all of those present, none dared to underestimate the bloodline of Angels. It could be said to be the most tyrannical bloodline in existence. While the Viserions had to fuse with beast blood to reach their level, the Angel clan could be said to have truly evolved by their own merit. They didn't rely on the blood of others to do so!

However, what these people didn't know is that Dyon had not a single clue of how to make use of his wings. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he had this so-called Angel bloodline. If he had Angel blood, why was his talent so poor? Why was it that his energy cultivation was so slow?

If he had Angel blood, how could he possibly need to rely on the accumulated talent of his human world in order to move forward in the martial world? Shouldn't his talent be his own?

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Even if he ignored all of those questions, he had never trained in making use of his wings!

One was supposedly supposed to have an ungodly healing factor when their wings were in use, but Dyon had never noticed such an ability before.

One was supposedly supposed to be capable of moving at ungodly speeds and having innate spatial manipulation abilities when their wings were in use, but Dyon had never noticed a drastic change in his speed. In fact, he had made use of his wings in the space energy dense area of the Belmont Holy Land, had he not? Yet he still had to rely on the Dragon King to maneuver around the maze of tunnels.

Everything that these wings were supposedly supposed to give him, Dyon had benefitted from none of it! Was he supposed to think that just because his wings happened to be Angel-like, that they were definitely related? Even the well-informed Amphorae couldn't properly understand these wings of his.

At this moment, Dyon regretted not spending more time on movement techniques. He had long since learned the Celestial Wind movement technique, well back into his Focus Academy days. The problem was that it wasn't very compatible with his other techniques. And, even if it was, its effectiveness would be less than 10% of its peak without access to his wills.

However, Dyon threw this to the back of his mind. He knew that what he needed was speed right now. Even if he didn't have his wind will, he knew that his wings were capable of generating strong wings that a normal essence gatherer wouldn't be able to handle, especially now that his integration had increased.

His two fists careened forward, slamming into two scaled claws that were twice the size of his head.

Seeing Dyon take on the attack straight forwardly, no one was surprised when he was sent flying hundreds of meters. His body flamed, reaching inconceivable speeds as he headed toward a mountain in the distance. But, that was when a roar that resounded through the heavens erupted from his lips.

In that instant, a blinding light outshone the skies, completely obscuring Dyon from vision.

King Viserion froze. For an instant, he thought Dyon was cheating and undermining their usual rules. But, he immediately dismissed that idea. He didn't feel any energy fluctuations, nor did he sense any soul power or wills. It was… Something else.

It was as though Dyon had tapped into wills, without using them. As though he had become the embodiment of those wills… But where did he go?

It was only at that moment that they all realized that the blinding light wasn't an anomaly… It was Dyon himself!

Silence reigned as they all stared up into the skies in awe.

A god stood in the skies, his features expressionless and handsome without compare. Six Golden wings reflected the light of the sun as though they were crafted by individual panels of metal. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that their defenses were no less than that of King Viserion's third stage battle form!

Flames of white and black danced around the majestic wings, but the most eye-catching were the flashing arcs of golden lightning that threatened to destroy everything they touched.

Six circles of black-gold rotated silently behind Dyon, giving off an imposing yet unique aura every time a new one rotated to the very top.

The wings were so large that they threatened to blot out the skies, spanning more than three times Dyon's body length!

The hearts of those observing palpitated violently, it was as though the need to worship was being etched in their bones. The feeling of inferiority was only emphasized when they noticed the golden hue of Dyon's skin and hair. His entire persona screamed 'Unmatched, even by the heavens!'

In that instant, Dyon noticed something he had never felt before. In the past, when he used his wings, there was a disconnect. It was the talent of his soul, not his body, so it felt odd to use while his soul was sealed away.

But now?... He felt as though he had crossed over a barrier. Everyone knew that the most powerful soul manifestations were capable of making changes to their user's true body… It seemed Dyon had a break through…

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Dyon suddenly felt his body became more robust and stronger. It was as though his multiplier of 8x suddenly became closer to 10x. He didn't fully understand why, but it wasn't something that escaped his notice.

What Dyon didn't know was that the moment his two manifestations fused and manifested themselves with his soul sealed, his mastery of them had reached a level rarely seen. A level that truly allowed ones soul talent to be translated directly to power!

While Dyon didn't have 100% access to these abilities with his soul still sealed, he would soon learn that he had finally found a method to remove many of the shackles on his soul.

The truth of the matter was that this state should have taken much more time to reach. Dyon had 6 flaming circles to fill, and only by reaching an all new state of soul would another be unlocked.

However, Dyon first unlocked his black flames prematurely. His unbridled abyssal anger when he saw the death of Miss Everdeen and the burnt orphanage pushed him over that edge. Then, when his soul broke into sainthood, he unlocked his white flames. As for the very first image of the eye, he unlocked that the very day he manifested his soul.

Keeping with this logic, his eye manifestation was meant to correspond with a foundation level soul. It had yet to be used effectively by Dyon because he only had only one true eye technique, but it was there nonetheless.

His weapon's hall manifestation corresponded with his meridian formation level soul. This was why he immediately had it the moment he manifested his soul because he already had a 3rd stage soul at that time.

His black flames were supposed to correspond with an essence gathering level soul, or a 5th stage one. However, they were triggered prematurely. Which was also why Dyon didn't trigger another manifestation until he crossed into sainthood with his white flames!

At this point, although Dyon didn't know it, he had filled 4 circles and should have still had to wait until he reached a dao formation level soul before he could unlock the 6th and last one. However… That was when he entered the trial and met Amphorae!

Not only could Amphorae's Angel bloodline have a possibility of breaking heaven's rules, she gave her virginity to Dyon! That wasn't all. She triggered the creation of a weapon of 33 heavens, thus prematurely triggering Dyon's divine lightning manifestation prematurely!

The final manifestation was meant to be a majestic crown radiating with sovereign path will, something Dyon shouldn't have unlocked until dao formation… But the process of melding his soul with Amphorae and conquering a woman of her caliber also triggered it prematurely!

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That was right. When Dyon's manifestation first matured, everyone thought he was innately born with two. This was incredibly rare, but it was also incredibly difficult to make full use. It was both a blessing and a curse. This was because while a twin manifestation was definitely more powerful than a singular one, it also doubled the difficulty of understanding and utilizing it! Unique manifestations didn't come with an instruction manual and it was essentially up to its wielders to figure it out!

However, Dyon didn't have two manifestations… He had seven!

Even worse, this wasn't including the extra three he gave himself by practicing with the ancient elvin tomes.

A normal soul could barely handle the stress of one manifestation. Yet Dyon handled ten with ease! It was no wonder he was confused about just what his Angel wings meant! His humanoid manifestation wasn't a human at all! It was a fused Hell and Holy Angel!

That said, with every bit of power came a price. Dyon now had access to power he shouldn't have until he reached dao formation. One can imagine the drain of using such abilities. Luckily, they were mostly sealed away now, or else Dyon might directly faint from fatigue.

Looking down at King Viserion, Dyon seemed to understand something. 'If you were allowed to use your energy cultivation now, I would still lose, even in this state without my soul. Unfortunately… You can't. You're no longer a match for me.'

Without waiting for King Viserion to recover, Dyon's wings flapped. They seemed to move incomparably slowly, as though each frame of movement took more than a second to go through. It was a scene of bewilderment and untold mystery… However, the truth of the matter that despite the distortion in time, Dyon was moving with a speed even the celestials watching could barely keep up with.

In an instant, Dyon could himself before a wide eyed King Viserion.

Without time to think, the green scaled former friend of his sent a fist of exaggerated size toward his head, breathing a sigh of relief when he realized that Dyon was much too close to dodge anymore.

In that moment, Dyon head was smashed to pieces, leaving his body without a body at all!

Those watching furrowed their brows. What the hell just happened? He didn't actually die, did he?

That was when they all sucked in a breath, immediately realizing what happened. Dyon's speed was so quick that his afterimage left such a tangible impression! The moment King Viserion realized this and retracted his fist, it was already too late!

The force of a thousand boulder smashed directly between his shoulder blades, narrowly avoiding his bat-like wings.

He flew through the air, smashing into a mountain in existence, spitting up blood through his jagged teeth as he tried and failed to crawl up. It seemed he was still not used to his third battle form… It was already commendable that he had lasted so long!

There was no doubt in anyone's mind. Dyon had won!

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Dyon silently landed beside King Viserion's coughing figure, noticing his former friend's bitter smile. No one had ever seen such tyrannical Angel wings before, it could be said that Dyon's mutation was unparalleled. Little did they know that much of these so-called mutations were the result of Dyon's arrogant soul.

"How long are you gonna lie there for, Little Garden Snake?" Dyon laughed, patting his former friend's back as though he had no clue it sent waves of pain through him.

When the Viserion's heard Dyon's words, they almost lost their tempers and attacked Dyon and his party directly. That was their King! Who could allow such a thing to happen before them?

However, King Viserion then laughed himself, slowly getting up. The green scales that covered his body retracted along with his wings, leaving behind a handsome young man with bronzed skin. That said, he was covered in rags and had completely lost his kingly bearing.

"I didn't expect the pigeon to suddenly turn into a phoenix. Those shiny effeminate wings of yours definitely matches that gigolo face."

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About a half an hour later, Dyon sat in a room alone with King Viserion. They were both intelligent and had a tacit understanding of each other, therefore, there was no need for political discourse or flowery ceremony. They both knew why this day had come and both also understood that this would not end so easily.

"As much as I'm glad that your skills haven't fallen off too much, I won't risk what I've built over the last 30 years simply to save an old friend. There's more at stake than just my own interests." King Viserion spoke resolutely. He was someone who valued relationships, but it was also impossible to forget what had happened just a few years prior. While the fight between them was enough for King Viserion to be sure that Dyon was back too his old self, sometimes regret and sincerity weren't enough to mend a situation.

Had Dyon never become the dog of the Moon clan, they would have grown together during these last few years. At that point, there would be less insecurities barring King Viserion's decision. How could he hesitate to help his friend then?

There were just too many factors to consider this time around. How could he be sure that there weren't spies in the Angel clan? With how the Moon clan had led them along by the leash in recent years, how could he be sure that their strength wasn't compromised in some way? With how Dyon's people were dissatisfied with him, how could he be sure that there would be cooperation? How could Dyon have the hearts of his people the same way King Viserion did? Aside from his personal guard, who truly followed him willingly?

Thinking through all of this, how could King Viserion agree to an alliance so easily. The Moon clan didn't dare to provoke them for a few reasons. For one, regardless of whether they're ostracized or not, they were still a branch clan of an Emperor God Clan. Considering the Moon clan's new King was the prince of their rival and only other Emperor God clan of this quadrant, the Moon clan couldn't move so easily against them lest they provoke the Viserions.

While the main Viserion branch wouldn't move a finger if Dyon's former friend's clan was attacked, after their destruction, the Viserions would have every right to retaliate. Clearly, the Ahpuch Clan saw the Moon Clan as an important asset and wouldn't want to lose them.

Thus, this acted as a first layer of protection. While the Viserions wouldn't attack the Ahpuchs directly, destroying the Moon Clan would be as easy as flipping over a hand. And, by trading auxiliary clans in this fashion, the Viserions would maintain the moral high ground.

The second reason they didn't dare provoke them was because this particular Viserion branch clan had grown powerful, all while being shrewd. They only annexed clans the Moon Clan hadn't brought under their wing, and only expanded outside of the Moon Clan territory. At the same time, they underwent various dangerous missions to discover new abyssal core sources and other resources. Thus, they never gave the Moon Clan a viable reason to turn against them.

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However, both of these shields would mean nothing if the Viserions were to be the first ones to act. By then, they would lose the moral high-ground and the main Viserion branch would lose the right to retaliate.

One might wonder why moral high-ground was needed in such cases, and the answer was simple. Although there were no Epistemic Tower related treaties in this time since they had yet to be created, it was necessary for smaller Emperor God Clans to ban together to face larger ones. In these chaotic times when there were a near infinite amount of universes, unlike Dyon's time which only bore 10,000, allies were a necessity. Therefore, dropping pretense between those two families was foolish! They could only act to regulate the power of the other if they had the moral basis to do so, or else they would never be able to face those clans that even surpassed the Emperor God Clan level.

Dyon, of course, understood all of this. However, he also knew that while he would be able to extend the time he survived if he was alone, it was a pipe dream to defeat millions with a mere 50,000 strong army, regardless of talent. He knew he needed at least ten times that to stand a chance.

Yet, despite the fact, he wasn't worried at all. In fact, the confident smile on his face while facing King Viserions unconcealed apprehension only grew.

"You don't have to repeat what I already know, Brother Veles. Why don't I explain to you why it is you have to say yes?"

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Away from the discussion of the two former friends, Luna sat across from a fierce, tomboy-like beauty. She was King Veles Viserion's Queen, Nina Viserion. Yet, despite their two diametrically opposed personalities, they seemed to chat like the best of friends. It was as though Luna had that effect on everyone… Until she froze.

A voice resounded in her head, resulting from the mirror violently shaking in her spatial ring. "It seems you're no longer taking this too seriously, dearest little sister. I won't waste my time reminding you why it is we are doing this, I only called to tell you that I know that your puppet of a husband is trying his best to scrounge up allies.

"It would be in your best interest if you foiled his plans… If not… Well, I'm sure you know the consequences."

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"Why would I do that?" Veles looked at Dyon questioningly. The arrogance was something he was accustomed to, but was it really smart to tell a person with diametrically opposed opinions to yourself that you were certain of changing their mind? After all, humans were creatures of pride, and that was even more so for Veles who had fused with Dragon blood. How could he willingly change his mind so easily?

As much as he appreciated his fight with Dyon, it was just his mere instincts that told him his friend was back. There was no tangible proof. Even though he trusted those instincts, even to the point of being willing to bet his life on it, what he wasn't willing to do was bet the lives of others.

Dyon smiled. "It's simple. I won't be appealing to our past friendship was never something I intended to do. That would only waste the both of our times.

"Although I hope to one day repair it, a single day isn't enough and I wouldn't insult you like that. So, how about we focus on benefits instead?"

Veles raised an eyebrow. But, he was satisfied with Dyon's response.

Trust was something built over time, and once shattered, it was nearly impossible to rebuild once again. If it was a normal person, Veles would never provide a second chance. The only reason he did was because he had always found Dyon's drastic change in personality much too odd to accept. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have never believed it.

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For one, Veles was sure that Dyon had never met Luna before. In fact, they were roaming the world together and he was also sure that neither of them knew anything of the marriage reward for the tournament. Secondly, Veles knew more than anyone how in love Dyon was with Amphorae.

As a human who had fused with Dragon Blood, it was an understatement to say that Veles was promiscuous. To top that off, despite his usually virtuous personality, he had no qualms about cheating on his wives and concubines. If a month with by without him adding another woman to his harem, his family might place their hands on his forehead and check to see whether he was sick or not.

Yet, even while having a friend who loved to frequent brothels and chase skirts, Dyon never put any of those women in his eyes.

While it was true that Luna was definitely hundreds of times better than any woman you could find on the streets or in a brothel, wasn't Dyon's reaction to her too exaggerated?

It was well within Veles' expectations for Dyon to take responsibility for Luna. But actually falling so deeply in love that he became a pawn of the Moon family? The Dyon he knew would rather die than essentially marry into his woman's home. In fact, what man would take such a thing lying down? It was disgraceful! It was only one disgrace point shy of taking your wife's maiden name for your own. Wouldn't you be emasculating yourself?!

Because of all of these reasons, it wasn't a surprise that Veles found Dyon's sudden change… Fishy. So, in order to understand, he decided to provide this former friend of his with a second chance. Whether this second chance would work out or not… Only time would tell.

"What are these benefits?" Veles finally spoke after his moment of silence.

"A few things," Dyon responded with confidence. "Well, firstly, I'll say a few things that you can choose to take as truth or falsehoods.

"Firstly, the spies of the Angel clan have long been expunged by me. The only ones that remain are ones that I have already marked to be observed, and the only person who is aware of this list is myself and no one else." Dyon's eyes narrowed as he emphasized his next words. "Including Queen Luna."

Veles' eyes widened when he heard this. Unknowingly, he felt like Dyon confirmed his suspicions and a weight in his heard was seemingly released as he leaned back into his chair. He didn't care about the other things Dyon said because they could neither be confirmed or denied, even by Dyon himself. However, the Queen Luna point… That was interesting indeed.

"Secondly, if you agree to these terms of ours, the one commanding our armies will be me."

Veles laughed in mock anger. Was this a joke? He was well aware of the strength of the Angel clan, mostly due to the spies he, himself placed.

The Angel clan, at most, had 50 or so thousand warriors at their disposal. The Viserions and their various affiliate clans controlled almost twenty times that! Although their quality wasn't as high as the Angel Clan due to the fact that many were made up of various low quality clans they have conquered over the years, to allow their chief commander to have only contributed less than 5% of their total forces… Wasn't that too much a joke?

Dyon shrugged at Veles' response since he expected it. "You should reserve your laughter for after you hear why I'm so confident that you'll agree.

"In addition, I should make one other thing clear. Our opponents this time are not to be trifled with. You understand this already, I'm sure. Or else with your arrogance, you would have long since wiped them off the face of this planet."

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Dyon gave Veles a deep look before he continued. "There's a reason behind why the prince of an Emperor God Clan would stoop so low as to marry into and become the King of a mere Royal God Clan. In addition, why would they hold a tournament to announce it? Does the prince of an Emperor God Clan really have anything to prove to the princess of a Royal God Clan?

"If he took a liking to Luna, wouldn't he have just snatched her away? Furthermore, why was the tournament hosted here? On top of all of this, why did they take 30 years to start bothering my Angel clan? What Emperor God Clan would take such an insult lying down, even waiting so patiently?

"In my estimation, even if we add your million or so warriors, our likelihood of winning, even in light of King Jabari's arrogance, is only about 40%"

Hearing this, Veles suddenly laughed again. "If someone didn't know the situation, they might mistake you for being humble.

"The Moon Clan's forces are approaching 3.5 million. To top this off, their ranks are made up of their Royal God Clan along with two other God Level clans. In fact, the only reason their numbers are so few is because they've only decided to take out their elites. If they brought all of their battle-able bodies, approaching even half a billion wouldn't be impossible.

"Not only are their number almost four times ours, should I decide to join your efforts, they're also vastly superior in terms of quality. Their techniques are at the bare minimum at the peak Earth Level with their best elites even having Heaven techniques! Not a single one would be lower than the saint realm. And you actually have the audacity to say a 40% chance. How bold."

While Veles was dying of laughter, Dyon was inwardly laughing as well. The arrogance in his eyes only amplified.

He couldn't believe that Veles took having peak Earth techniques as impressive when Dyon could treat Divine level techniques like toilet paper if he so chose. Such was the benefit of having the entire library of an Emperor God Clan that stood at the top of the cosmos left to you.

Even in ancient times, Divine level techniques were matters of legend only seen by Emperor God Clans and above. As for peak Divine level techniques like Dyon's soul rend technique? Only the existences who could crush the Viserion main clan as easily as flipping over a hand would have one.

And yet, didn't Dyon have two peak Divine level techniques? Not only soul rend, but his Demon Emperor's Will could also be considered to be at that level.

Dyon found Veles' reaction to be akin to being a frog at the bottom of a well. How could he react if he knew that, with the help of the Soul Tome and since Dyon's soul had broken into the Celestial Level, his former friend could learn any Heaven level technique instantly?

Seeing that Dyon barely reacted to his scrutiny and that his eyes held a hint of mocking within them, Veles finally stopped laughing before speaking seriously.

"Since you say 40%, we'll leave it at that. However, there's something you should know about your Angel Clan."

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Dyon raised an eyebrow. For Veles to say that, there was a good likelihood that he really didn't know this piece of information, so he perked up, listening intently.

If the information wasn't about such a sensitive matter, Veles might have basked in garnering Dyon's curiosity a bit more. But, instead, he spoke directly.

"I'm not entirely sure why your father hid this from you and only have some guesses, but in the entire cosmos, there are only a handful of clans bold enough to touch your Angel Clan. I don't know all of the details, but all I can say is that no one would willingly offend that father of yours. A man who no longer has anything to protect is the most dangerous kind of man." Veles said deeply.

He obviously knew that Dyon's father was dead, but his meaning was clear. No one dared to touch you because even the shadow of your father was enough to deter them!

Dyon pondered for a bit. He had no idea what the peak existences in these ancient times were as he hadn't focused on that at all, but could there really be a man so powerful? And wasn't his father dead? Why would a dead man still be able to pressure and Emperor God Clan? Unless he was wrong about who was involved in his dad's death…

Suddenly, an errant thought made a cold sweat permeate Dyon's back.

If Dyon's father was so powerful… So powerful that even an Emperor God Clan didn't dare to take a clan of a mere 200, 000 people lightly… Then who could have been responsible for his death?

However, that thought wasn't what made Dyon freeze. If the Moon and Ahpuch clans weren't responsible for his dad's death, that likely meant that they thought he was alive. That would explain why they didn't attack Dyon for the sake of Luna, after all, Dyon's dad had still been alive when he married Luna.

But… If they thought his father was alive and yet they still had the audacity to attack their Angel Clan… What were they relying on to give them confidence in dealing with an expert as powerful as his father?!

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Dyon grit his teeth. Just this small bit of information changed so much. If he went in without knowing this, wouldn't he be making a fool of himself?

He was sure that Luna wouldn't know whether his father was alive or not because his past persona never let Luna see him sad because he wasn't willing to see his love cry. In addition, Luna never interacted with the rest of the clan, constantly staying in their room. She had no friends in the Angel clan, nor did she have any core information.

As for the spies of the Angel Clan, they had never held a funeral because they never found his father's body! He was just presumed dead!

The more Dyon thought about this, the more confused he became. Could it be that his father wasn't dead at all? But he hadn't seen him in more than 20 years…

Dyon shook his head. None of that mattered. Since the Moon clan thought his father was still alive, yet dared to attack, they had a trump card that Dyon had no clue how to prepare for.

"And why do you think my father didn't tell me this?"

"Pft," Veles snorted. "Do you think you would have cared? With your personality, you would have just sworn to beat him down one day and take his place. Why would a father feel a need to brag to his son? You would have found out eventually anyway."

Dyon gave Veles and odd look before bursting into laughter. In his real life, outside of this trial, weren't those the very same words he said to his own father? He lost track of how many time he lost his cool during their training sessions, swearing to the heavens that he would beat his dad one day. It was just too bad he never got the opportunity.

Seeing the laughter, but clear sad look in Dyon's eyes, a shred of pity and understanding gleamed in Veles' eyes. Although he too wasn't aware of whether or not Dyon's father was alive, what he did know was that he hadn't been in their clan for at least 20 years, or else kingship would have never passed on to Dyon.

Clearly, Dyon missed his father.

Sighing, Dyon shook his head. "Since we understand each other, we might as well continue. My only reason for saying what I said about the Moon clan's power is to tell you that the only way for us to have a 40% chance is if I have command. My orders cannot be questioned, and it will be up to you to convince your clan of accepting them."

"Yes, yes, yes." Veles waved his hand. "This is only under the condition you can convince me, something you have yet to do."

Dyon smiled knowingly. "Did you not notice who I came here with?"

Veles raised an eyebrow. "You mean Luna? Are you pawning off your wife? I have to say, she is quite the world-shaking beauty. Despite her being petite, I have yet to taste a woman of her caliber. That is indeed quite the gift."

Dyon gave Veles a 'really?' expression before rolling his eyes. "Keep your lust to yourself. I don't have a habit of sharing my women.

"I meant Merchant Brinsop." Dyon said slowly.

At first, Veles' features flashed in disappointment before confusion. But in the next instant, his eyes widened.

"That little bastard!"

Dyon grinned. "It's so nice talking to intelligent people, I don't have to waste my words."

Dyon's plot was simple. Just like Merchant Brinsop sank his hooks into the Angel clan economy, becoming a spy, he had done the same with countless other clans! Veles had just realized that Brinsop was actually a spy!

Leisurely tapping the arm rest of his chair, Dyon leaned back. "In all likelihood, the Moon clan already knows that I'm here."

Veles grit his teeth in frustration. "Ugh, how ridiculous! And after all of this, you dare to say we have a 40% chance?!"

Dyon shrugged, "Would your personality have allowed us to be incognito? You practically tried to rip my head off the moment I stepped into your territory."

Veles' features turned red with about 70% anger and 30% embarrassment before he calmed down. He knew that Dyon was right.

"With Brinsop's help, I can likely guarantee that 80% of the spies will be removed. Coupling this with a few other methods I'll give you, should you agree, I dare to say that they'll all be weeded out."

"That is… Quite the tempting offer…"

Veles knew how important it was to have intelligence on spies. There wasn't a clan in existence that could prosper without having such information. Even the Ragnor Clan from Dyon's time went as far as directly killing all of the spies they had found out about in order to prevent information of the Epistemic Tower being leaked.

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It wasn't necessary to kill them all as that would just incite the enemy to send more. But, it would definitely be good to know of them all. Then, one could feed the enemy false information to gain the advantage. The only reason Dyon didn't use this approach was because he didn't have enough time to make good use of it.

Veles knew that if he couldn't deal with these spies, his chances of ruling the cosmos would find its first road block on this small Planet Haven!

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"Luna?" Nina stood, her voluptuous body glad in tight black spandex. Viserion culture was different from the Angel clan and much less conservative. But, even then, they were currently in the Imperial Harem, she could flaunt herself as she pleased.

Plus, how could Veles' first wife not be a world toppling beauty? Everything from her jet-black hair, pulled back into a pony tail, to sparkling green eyes was imbued with perfection that only fell just shy of Luna and Amphorae.

Luna shook her head, awakening from her stupor. With a smile, she reassured Nina that she was alright. "How about you give me a small tour of your esteemed palace?"

Nina clapped, happily obliging. But, she didn't notice the complicated look on Luna's features as she turned away.

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The two beauties leisurely walked around the castle, lightly giggling to themselves as the surrounding servants tried their best to avoid their gazes. Even some lingering nobles only dared to look after they had already passed them. But, even they looked away immediately, scolding themselves. These two were the wives of the most talented two young men likely in the history of this quadrant. Wouldn't they be sending themselves to death by coveting them?

It wasn't that they didn't know of Dyon's cowardly actions in the past few decades, but that only served to scare them even more. For a man to love a woman to the level of forsaking his own dignity, wasn't he no less than a madman? How would he react to them staring at her with any form of lust?

There were even rumors that he, himself, didn't dare to touch his own wife, treating her like a porcelain doll above all reproach. Apparently, he also completely ignored his concubines for her sake as well.

Thinking to this point, they no longer dared look at the petite silver-haired beauty despite how magnetic her presence was. Even a woman wouldn't be able to control their fiery lust while being with her. One can imagine the kind of will-power it took for a King, who was, even further, her husband, to not touch her either. That was definitely a man capable of doing anything for this wife of his.

Of course, none of this would mean anything had Dyon not just beaten their own King in front of them all! In their dragon-like society, strength meant everything!

As for King Viserion's woman, even less needed to be said. Unlike Dyon who lived in another clan, their King was right here! Even worse, with their queen's temper, she could implode herself at any moment. One day she might enjoy flaunting her body and allow their eyes to take advantage of her, but on another, she might have them beheaded for doing the same thing!

Luna, however, didn't seem to mind being stared at. For a woman like her who wasn't even embarrassed that her moans were heard by her husband's guards, would could imagine what it would take to rattle her.

Nina pulled Luna's small arm toward herself, pressing it into her almost exaggeratedly large breasts. "Little Luna," The two ladies walked into a private garden, escaping the heated gazes within the castle, before reclining on green grass by a tranquil lake. "Don't tell me the rumors about you and your husband are real?"

The truth was that both Nina and Luna had been good friends since their youth. Obviously, Nina hadn't grown up in the Viserion clan and had actually been a Princess of a King God Clan just a few universes over. During the Universe Tournament, Veles had caught her eye with his obviously impressive performance. As such, her family didn't have any reservations about marrying her to him even though he was from a mere branch clan. This was especially so since her former King God Clan was actually a subordinate clan of the main Viserion clan. Because of this, the main clan were hoping to use Nina as a way to keep tabs on Veles from afar.

One might wonder how the Princess of a King God Clan could become close with someone so far down from their station. But, the answer held the same reason as why the Prince of an Emperor God Clan would diligently try to woo her to be his first wife.

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Luna was special beyond what words could describe, but the history of the Moon clan was even more so. Many suspected that the clues of Luna's origins matched up far too perfectly with a certain mystery of her clan. Being a shrewd man, Luna's late father decided to publicize the special nature of his daughter as opposed to trying to hide something he knew he couldn't forever. Not only did this not backfire, it actually resulting in their Moon clan gaining benefits from all sides! Because no one was willing to offend even the small possibility of their notions being correct!

As for what these speculations were, that was a story for another time, with too many points of historical significance and mystery to explain in a short moment. What is of importance now though is this…

If no clan dared to offend the Moon clan lightly, then what power was capable of forcing both Luna and her elder sister into a corner? Wouldn't such a clan be of unimaginable power?... Maybe if Dyon knew about this, the list of things he had to prepare for would increase by one before he suddenly realized that maybe this was the exact reason why the Moon clan dared to attack him now despite being wary of his father!

Luna stretched her petite body, yawning adorably. The lines of her curves were exploited through her once loose clothing, seemingly allowing Nina's eyes to enjoy a feast. "What rumors could you possibly be talking about?"

Nina's eyes sparkled, not hiding her appreciation for Luna's figure at all. Those around her had always labeled her as a fierce lady, and maybe with that side of her personality came a passion for the female body that crossed the lines of light attraction.

"Your husband is the most handsome man I've ever seen. And you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Wouldn't it be a shame if I could never hold such a child in my arms?" Nina inadvertently squeezed her thighs together, lightly biting her full lips.

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Luna giggled, raking her violet eyes over Nina's voluptuous and spandex clad body. "What are these rumors exactly?"

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Nina harrumphed, pouting her red painted lips. "That fool doesn't know what's good for them. He's a pretty face that I would love to pin down, but unfortunately, I'll only have the chance to experience one man in this lifetime. So hypocritical."

Luna laughter only grew at these words because she realized how even Nina, herself, was being a hypocrite as well.

How could Luna not know what these rumors were? Nina was berating Dyon for not taking advantage of the beauty of a wife before him, but at the same time, she was complaining about her husband taking in too many beauties. If that wasn't hypocrisy, then what was?

As for the reason Dyon ignored her sexually for the vast majority of their marriage, Luna was very clear on the true reason, but she held it to herself. However, knowing the reason is exactly why she never truly hated that block-head husband of hers. In fact, keeping her virginity was supposed to be in line with their plans… But, before Luna even realized it, she had lost it willingly.

She could no longer make heads or tails about how she would deal with that dilemma going forward. To be real, she had been so lost in pleasure that she hadn't thought straight from the moment she took Dyon into her mouth. She even suspected for a moment that her husband had drugged her, but she knew her own body better than anyone else. Even the vilest poisons in the world wouldn't have an effect on her. That could only mean one thing… She had wanted it…

Knowing this, Luna had decided to help Dyon to the best of her abilities. Wasn't that the least that the man who took her chastity deserved? There was no doubt in Luna's heart that over these years, Dyon had grown on her, especially in these recent few days. It was as though he was back to the man who shouted out that she was his woman even in the face of the anger of her father.

After this, Luna knew that she would have to separate from Dyon because in the end… What was done was done.

However, just a few moments ago, Luna realized something that shook her to her core.

Before this, it didn't matter if Dyon took her virginity. After all, what those people wanted wasn't her virginity, but what her virginity meant. No matter how beautiful she was, those major clans wouldn't bat an eye. At most, their more lecherous princes and kings would just steal her away. This wasn't Ancient China. While those men cared for the chastity of their wives, if they just wanted a plaything, why would they bother with whether they were virgins or not? If they cared for such things, wouldn't brothels have gone out of business long ago?

But, almost inconceivably, Luna's primordial yin was gone! She was so infatuated and lost in Dyon's handsomeness that she hadn't even noticed!

Normally, woman would hardly notice such a thing unless they had special instruments to test it. These were the very same instruments used in Dyon's time to check whether or not a woman was a virgin or not. However, in the very same fashion, it was possible to check in other ways, if your senses were far more acute than others!

Dyon knew that Evelyn was no longer a virgin because his sensitivity to things was nearly unmatched due to his overwhelming soul talent. The only reason he didn't realize he had four primordial yins within him at the time his life was teetering on an edge, was because he didn't have enough martial world knowledge to understand it!

However, Luna was not the same! Not only were her senses arguably more acute than Dyon's, she had more than enough knowledge, and even more so, knew just how important her primordial yin was!

What confused her even further was the fact that Dyon hadn't died! For a moment, she even doubted her own identity. If her primordial could be taken away so easily, maybe her father and… That clan… were wrong? Maybe she could go back to living a normal life?

But, with her intelligence, she immediately refuted the idea. Any person who understood reasoning understood that the conclusion that took the fewest steps to reach was likely the more correct conclusion.

All her life, the evidence had been compiling. It was as though even her fragrance matched that legend. That may sound like an exaggeration, but was true.

Knowing this, how could she then say that just because of a lost primordial that everything she had come to know was wrong?

There were two points of interest here. Not only had Dyon taken her primordial yin… It hadn't killed him!

The taking of her primordial yin was one thing. After all, it was likely just the natural flow of the universe. But, everyone knew that if a male stepped too far above his station, he could be rendered impotent. However, when many weren't aware of was the fact if that step was too far, the fall would be even worse, resulting in death! It was just that primordial yins of such a caliber were the stuff of legend.

Thus, after her primordial yin was gone, the process of taking it would be stalled during Dyon's death, and because the process wasn't finished, it would come back to her.

Yet, not only did this not happen, her primordial yin was gone!

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This was the true reason Luna froze when she heard her sister's voice. It was as though she was snapped back from a dream, and in that moment, she began to focus once again. The moment she focused was the moment she realized the oddity in her body. After all, after having essentially been a spy most of her life, how could such a simple thing make her freeze?

All of this only meant one thing… She had underestimated that husband of hers…

The reason none of those large characters cared about her marriage to Dyon was because they were sure that even if he took her virginity, he would never be able to take her primordial yin. All of these years of preparation were in store for only a single thing: her primordial yin!

It was no wonder Luna's mind was in a mess. Before, she wanted to help Dyon to the best of her abilities, ensuring that while the Angel Clan would suffer a bit of a loss, they would still survive. But that was all ruined!

The truth was that a key part to those old fogies' plans was the treasure the resided only in the Angel Clan, the Energy Core. Luna knew that as long as they got it, they would be bothered to deal with a pitiful Angel Clan. The only problem was that even she didn't know exactly where it was. So, the purpose of destroying the Angel Clan was to take their time to thoroughly search for it.

This was how overbearing Luna's primordial yin was. Without one of the greatest sources of energy in existence, it should have been nothing more than a pipe dream to even think of taking it for one's self! How could she know how arrogant Dyon's soul was? Would it ever allow a woman he took as his own to act so rampantly within his inner world? Luna's primordial yin had long been sealed away!

Unfortunately, this left Luna in an incredibly difficult spot. She would have been able to help Dyon as long as she got the Energy Core and retained her primordial yin. In fact, it wouldn't have mattered even if they had sex a hundred or even a thousand more times. None of it would have mattered if her primordial yin was still with her…

But now, everything had changed. Dyon had gone from a tiny blip in the plans of those fogies, to an unbearable scar at the center of all of their hearts. The moment they found out about this, it was impossible for Dyon to continue living.

If there was a technique for stealing away a primordial yin a man had already conquered, Luna had never heard of it! This meant that they would likely just kill Dyon and everyone he loved to vent their frustrations before doing the same to Luna and her family as well. Everything was ruined just because of a mere moment of lust!

The worst part was that Luna had conflicting feelings. She had finally found a man who could conquer her without outside help. He made her feel good… Better than she ever had before in her life. He even helped her to the point where she forgot all of her duties as the princess of the Moon clan. One could say that the moment she learned that her primordial yin was gone, Luna's feelings for Dyon had morphed from lust and infatuation, to an undying love.

The heart of a woman was hard to understand, even Luna hardly understood. But, after going all of her life with everyone treating her as a treasure instead of a human being, or better yet, a woman, this was the first time that a man had truly grasped her. He had taken the thing about her that everyone coveted… That everyone had spent decades trying to figure out how to pry it out of her… Was domineeringly taken under the power of one man alone…

It was as though Dyon's had proven that she was a human… That she was a woman…That she wasn't a treasure that could only be opened with other treasures… But rather, those men from before were just too incompetent to take it for themselves, so they could only rely on other things.

'That's right.' Luna tried to console herself as her long-time friend continued to bash the both of their husbands. 'They were all unworthy… Only my Dyon is worthy of me…'

But even though she believed every one of those words with every fiber of her being… Even though that it was no longer a ploy and Dyon had truly won her heart… Even though she wanted everything to just disappear and let the two of them be happy… She knew that this wasn't possible…

Maybe if Dyon had a few more centuries to grow, he would become an expert that even surpassed his father, allowing him to sweep over those old fogies who dared to toy with his woman. Luna couldn't stand the idea of another man touching her after Dyon. It made her stomach roll with unending disgust.

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Before she hadn't cared. She had resigned herself to a loveless life. She didn't even care whether Dyon took her virginity or not before… But now… She would rather die…

Luna knew she could never live with herself if she betrayed Dyon… But could she live with herself if she was responsible for the destruction of her family?...

She didn't know what to do and it was driving her crazy… At most, she had a day or so left to make a decision… A day or so to decide whether she would choose the love of her family… Or the love of her life…

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"Ugh," Nina continued her rant. "If it wasn't for those beautiful ladies in the Imperial Harem that that chauvinist let me play with, I would have gone to find myself a nice gigolo to play with a long time ago.

"Can you believe that on our marriage night he promised to fuck me everyday? That bullshit promise only lasted for a month before that cultivation maniac went into seclusion. Then, when he came out, it's only 4 or 5 times a week now! Does he take me as some old lady on menopause? I have needs!"

The moment Luna's attention snapped back to Nina, she heard this and burst into a peal of melodious laughter. Only this friend of hers would find 4 or 5 times a week too little. This was especially funny because there was no doubt in Luna's mind that Veles was also enjoying that harem of 100+ women he had. For him to still have so much time for Nina, it could be said that she was quite lucky.

"What are you laughing for?" Nina said in a pout, before a devious grin spread on her features. "Should I attack you like I used to? It's been a long time since I've felt those soft breasts you hide so well."

Luna pouted her adorable lips, "I still haven't forgiven you for stealing my first kiss. You're the one who deserves some punishment."

Nina covered her lips with her slender fingers in shock, "How could you say such a thing? Belittling our love like so?"

"Love?" Luna's lips slanted in mock disdain.

She remembered the first time she met Nina. Just like the Princess of a King God Clan ought to be, she was arrogant. However, at the same time, she was sexually frustrated. One might faint of shock if you ever saw Nina's toy collection. Her father might have died of anger if he knew what that girl had their family's treasured weapon's smiths working on.

When Nina saw Luna, her eyes lit up immediately, thinking she had found a worthy plaything. As for her maidservants, they breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that Luna's existence might finally allow them some reprieve. After all, they knew their young mistress's fondness for… "beautiful" things, but they also knew that Nina wouldn't dare give up her chastity to a man because that would cross over her father's bottom line. So, since Luna was, on the surface, a mere Princess of a small Royal God Clan, it was no wonder that Nina thought it would be easy to take advantage of her.

Long story short, Nina brought Luna into her fold under the pretext of being friends and stole away her first kiss. At first, she had wanted to take it slow so that Luna would eventually enjoy it as well. She thought that she was being "better than a chauvinist who would just take your chastity and not allow you to enjoy it" as she put it. In fact, she was optimistic since it didn't seem that Luna was all that opposed. But, that was when her father reprimanded her the next day, informing her of how sensitive Luna's identity was. It was only then that Nina didn't dare go any further.

That said, that didn't mean that Nina didn't take advantage of her Little Luna once in a while. However, that was under the umbrella of her being a friend as opposed to treating Luna like a plaything.

"Don't be like that," Nina whined, "I would have taken really good care of you."

Luna giggled, not taking her friend too seriously. After all, despite what Nina thought, she helped alleviate some of her boredom. Plus, it had felt nice to be wanted for something other than that primordial yin of hers. And, she knew that Nina would have treated her well too because her maidservants were all treated well.

"You don't need about those rumors," Luna said mysteriously, "My husband is actually quite good in bed. Even better than you."

"What?!" Nina's playful persona shattered as though she had really just been offended in the worst way possible.

"Mhm," Luna nodded with clear pride in her eyes. "He can make me purr like a little kitten with that Emperor's rod of his."

Nina thought back to all of her interactions with Luna. She knew this little sister of hers as a playful girl, but she was also quite clear of the endless pride and competitiveness within her. In fact, Dyon knew of this too because their sexual exploits were all triggered by their husband and wife pair trying to one up each other. So, the fact her prideful Luna had said such a thing, could only mean that it was true! She would never say anything that belittled herself as a joke!

Even more glaringly, despite her interaction with Luna, she was very clear on who was the top and who was the bottom of their relationship. The Luna she knew was a sadist. But right now… Why did she sound like such a masochist?! "Purr like a little kitten"?! Did she hear correctly?!

A sudden unbridled lust flashed in Nina's green eyes. Not only for Luna, but for that husband of hers. For him to be even better than her, what kind of pleasure would having him on top of her bring? But, she had to banish the thought. Regardless of what she said to her good friend Luna, she wouldn't have allowed her father to marry her off if she didn't love Veles. So, while she would enjoy the occasional woman, that was because she knew he wouldn't mind. However, tasting another man was a betrayal that even her nymphomaniac tendencies wouldn't allow.

That said, wasn't her Luna also quite good in bed? After all, she never said the he was better than herself.

As if reading Nina's mind, Luna smiled lightly, using you slender finger to lift her friend's delicate chin. Nina trembled under her touch, anticipation and a dash of servility clear in her eyes.

"I won't lie to you, he's even better than me." Luna said lightly. "However, I've learned quite a lot from him. Why don't you take me to the usual place an I'll show you? Here isn't appropriate."

Luna's voice suddenly became domineering, causing Nina's head to bob up and down like an adorable pecking chicken, trying to ignore the growing moistness between her legs. She immediately stood and began to lead the way, completely missing the complicated look on Luna's face.

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Only Luna knew that her asking Nina to bring her to that place would set a plan in motion that she no longer had the right to regret…

Watching Nina's perfect body excitedly hop away, Luna finally stood and followed. 'I'm sorry husband… This is all I can do.'

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Dyon sat patiently as he waited for Veles to think through his proposition. The truth of the matter was that although the idea of clearing out spies was enticing, Dyon knew that it probably wasn't enough, which was exactly why he started with his weakest offer. What he didn't expect was for Veles to be so close to saying yet regardless.

If you thought about it, it made sense. It was likely for a combination of two reasons.

For one, regardless of how cold hearted Veles pretended to be, he was someone who placed relationships very highly on his list of priorities. Because of that, when he saw the chance of his long time friend coming back to him, the longing within him was overriding much of his logic.

The second reason was very related to the first. How could someone who placed such emphasis on relationships stand the idea that those close to him could be betraying him? It ate away at his heart the same way Dyon's change in personality back then had hurt him. Merchant Brinsop had used to be a good friend of Veles'. Despite him being quite weak, he had a life perspective that Veles appreciated. Plus, his wife Nina loved the goods he brought from the Moon clan. To think he was actually a spy!

Dyon, of course, had purposefully brought up Brinsop for this reason. Not only did Brinsop's appearance prove that Dyon knew of many spies, how could Dyon not know how close his and Veles' relationship was after questioning him? It would be a shame of Dyon hadn't taken advantage.

However, in the end, Veles' logic won out.

"Your offer is tempting, I won't lie to you. But, with time, couldn't I weed out these very spies just the same? A good portion of the reason why my conquests have been so reserved is in acknowledgement that there was a good possibility that these spies exist and I have confidence in weeding them out within the decade.

"I can't, in good conscious, risk the lives of my clan members for short term benefits, especially when I know that the Moon clan had been searching for a reason to wipe us out all these years."

Veles answered resolutely, bracing himself to see the disappointment on his friend's face. However, all he saw was a still confident smile that made him feel slightly uneasy. Could it be that there was more to this proposal? He was beginning to feel like he was being toyed with.

Ever since the beginning of their fight, Dyon had seemed to have the advantage. It wasn't until he used that pressure to break through that Veles finally reversed the tides. In truth, that had felt quite good. It was like he was finally one upping his long time rival. But, that was when Dyon suddenly pulled out his wings and completely decimated him.

Originally, Veles didn't think too much about it. After all, he had finally stepped into the eighth stage of his Dragon Refining Arts, why would he have time to care about losing that one battle? He estimated that with just a few hours alone, as long as he consolidated his foundation, he would finally break into the celestial level of body refinement. With a few extra days, he would break into the celestial level of energy refinement. When that time came, he was sure that his rival would no longer be a match with him.

Yet, there was something about Dyon's smile that made him feel as though he could never win. As though the man sitting before him was some insurmountable mountain peak that no mortal had ever tread on before.

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Maybe if Veles had been a little less flustered, he would have realized that this was because Dyon's Presence was still steadily growing and now had the effect of making people want to follow him. This was the characteristic of the King level.

Dyon didn't know when, but his Presence had crossed over what should have been a massive bottleneck with ease. Even with his intelligence, how could he ever pin the reason on that petite silver-haired beauty?

This couldn't really be blamed on Dyon. He had never experienced what it felt like to improve a Martial Art through dual cultivation. He had assumed that the reason he hadn't felt a bump in his cultivation was because Luna's was lower than his by a significant margin. That was the easiest conclusion to come to, was it not?

At the moment, his best guesses were that it was because of the pressure Veles gave him during their fight, or, his favorite thought was that it was connected to his wings. After all, he felt the change in his wings… It no longer felt like a manifestation, but rather, as though it was a part of his real body. To Dyon, that seemed like the most logical guess.

In the end, the fact remained that Dyon's Presence was now a hair away from crossing over into Emperor levels, resting at Peak King. His words were no less than an irresistible magnetic attraction to those around him, men and women alike.

"How could I come here and show you such meager benefits?" Dyon said slyly. "Given our past relationship, even if I didn't need your help, I would have told you about these pesky spies of yours.

"As for the real benefits… Have you ever thought about the kinds of treasures my father accumulated over the years? Or…" Dyon's eyes sharpened. "The kind of powerful abyssal cores that resulted from our spiritual vein?"

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At this point, Veles would be lying if he said that he wasn't interested. Who in this cosmos didn't know how domineering Dyon's father was when he appeared? He would only ever do so for two reasons. One was to remind the world of his power and give them the reason why to never provoke the Angel clan – a father truly as arrogant as his own son. And the second reason? To run rampant through the most powerful Legacy Worlds to ever appear!

Over the course of the years, who knows how many treasures he had accumulated? However… This still wasn't what enticed Veles the most.

As a long time friend of the Angel Clan, both Veles and his father knew of how overwhelming the Angel Clan's spiritual vein truly was. If it wasn't for expertly placed and maintained formations, there was no doubt in anyone's mind that they would have long since been exposed and coveted. The only thing that that father-son pair didn't know was that the spiritual vein was the result of the most valuable treasure Dyon's father had ever found: the Energy Core. However, what they did know was the result.

Everyone knew the benefit of spiritual veins, it was just that they were exceedingly difficult to cultivate. But, once you did, the benefits were nearly unmatched. And for an Angel Clan who maximized those benefits with their formations, the impact was even greater!

As described before, spiritual veins, if grown too large, can disrupt the flow of a universe and lead to its destruction. That was why even the highest grade spiritual veins only spanned a few hundred meters, let alone the hundreds of miles the Angel Clan's achieved. The only thing that wasn't thoroughly explained was exactly why this happens.

While spiritual veins provide an accumulation of energy, what was dangerous was the way in which it did so.

Spiritual veins were capable of moving large clumps of not only energy, but wills itself! The base requirement for the energy of a spiritual vein was on a level higher than even the legendary enigmatic energy that only dao formation experts could manipulate. And that was Gama energy!

That's right. The reason why tempering veins with Gama energy was so rare was because it required a clan to have a spiritual vein! In addition, you could only use Gama energy to temper your veins if it reached the appropriate level. For example, a spiritual vein that was too small, might only be capable of providing energy at the meridian formation level, or one or two steps higher. And even then, it would only be able to do so for a very small number of individuals.

The truth of the matter was that the celestial meridians Dyon had seen as a reward after his first trial was the upper limit that was possible! Spiritual veins capable of providing dao formation level Gama energy would only be found in a universe that was collapsing under its power!

So, why was this so dangerous? Think about it. The entity that the Daiyu and his servant were so afraid of… Wasn't he also accumulating vast amounts of Gama energy? And how did he balance it? Wasn't it by sacrificing the talent of billions of people? If a process takes so much sacrifice, how could it not be dangerous?!

However, what can be said is that things that require sacrifice often come with the most benefits…

Why was the energy core so sought after? It wasn't just that it provided stability to large veins, even in its absence, it was what the accumulation of those veins resulted in!

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During his very first night in the Angel Clan, after setting Luna down to sleep, Dyon launched himself into the air, studying the landscape of the land and trying to find the best Feng Shui points so as to create the best formations all while lamenting the fact Meiying wasn't there to make it thousands of times easier. However, what he found was shocking!

At each and every one of the Feng Shui points he found, there was an abyssal core of potent power!

There was a wind valley that Dyon was sure could slice up even dao formation experts as long as they weren't proficient in the dao of wind. There was an active underground volcano that was seemingly prepared to erupt at any time and made the Origin flames in Dyon's inner world tremble with excitement. There was a forest of woods with such a dense nature energy that Dyon almost fell asleep immediately, filled with endless comfort and healing. There was even a long stretch of mountains erupting with perpetual earth quakes and gravity fields that Dyon barely escaped from. Had he stepped more than a foot into it, his life would have been sealed for sure.

Why did all of these overwhelming abyssal cores appear? And all of them in close proximity to the Angel Clan? The reason was obvious! The Energy Core and the Spiritual Vein it created were responsible!

Wasn't Gama energy just the accumulation of every will in existence combined with every form of energy? And all of that was rushing toward the spiritual vein to help nurture it! So, what would happen if this potent Gama energy had to pass by a strong Feng Shui point before it reached its destination? Wouldn't that Feng Shui point take advantage to power itself by taking the energy it was most compatible with?!

The Angel Clan wasn't only powerful because of their bloodline. Within their own territory, in expertly maintained and confined spaces, they had quality abyssal cores one couldn't find even if you searched the entire quadrant!

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Veles coughed uncomfortably, knowing that his love of martial arts might be getting the best of him, he was trying to calm down.

Dyon smiled before adding more pressure. "We will form an alliance, just like we promised to do all those years ago. I hope that one day, you'll accept me as your brother again. But, for now, I'll tell you my dream.

"I want us to be two separate powers that share the capital. Both your palace and mine will be side by side on the original Angel Clan lands, and your people will benefit from the very same training and environment my people do. We will be equals in all things."

Veles' features reddened in agitation, still coughing awkwardly. He had so resolutely refused Dyon before, wouldn't he be losing face if he accepted so easily now?

"Although," Veles coughed, "I'm not entirely sure what an abyssal core is… It sounds quite interesting…" Veles coughed again.

Dyon rubbed his nose, a bit embarrassed. He knew that these things were actually called Spirits. After all, Ri had told him, but he insisted on the much cooler name. Spirits sounded too plain. After getting used to the martial world's poor naming schemes for things, Dyon was a bit un-resigned. How could named get blander than "Soul Tome" or "Energy Core", so boring… He understood that the idea was that the simpler a name, the more powerful it was because it was likely the origin of its own power, and thus received the most straight forward name, but he still couldn't help but lament the lost opportunities.

What Dyon didn't know was that he had inadvertently gotten his wish. What kind of butterfly effect would it cause for Dyon to break out such a catchy name offhandedly? But, that was a story for another time…

Dyon didn't respond to Veles' oddly veiled attempted at changing his mind without losing too much face. After all, he had to be magnanimous. If they entered their alliance with too much of a difference in status, it would cause problems in the future.

For now, since Dyon needed help to save his clan, and Veles needed resources to strengthen himself and his warriors, it was a win-win predicated on the fact they both needed each other. In this way, there would be balance.

Maybe the only problem they had to work through now was convincing Veles to allow him to lead. As dragons were, the Viserions were hot-blooded. If Dyon didn't establish prestige, it would be difficult to make them follow his commands in battle. It might be better if Veles gave orders he was fed through Dyon. If they used that message, they could directly hop over the dissatisfaction that would without a doubt be laced. Given the fact Dyon had access to communication arrays, this method would only slow his commands down by a fraction. Although that fraction could make all the difference in war, he was willing to take such a handicap as long as he got docile troops in return.

Thinking to this point, Dyon told Veles his plan. Hearing this, Veles directly agreed. After all, much of the reason he was apprehensive was that face was a great matter in the martial world – especially in a clan of dragons. If Dyon came here, convinced him to give up his armies to his command, even though Dyon was technically the one to need help, one might think that Veles was nothing more than a dog of Dyon's leash. This solved that problem.

As Dyon continued to describe his battle tactics, everything from how he planned to use formations and the landscape, to his attack-radius formation and his communication arrays, Veles' eyes continued to widen and become brighter. He had never heard of such ingenious methods before. It was no wonder Dyon wanted to lead.

With that last bit of reservation out of the way, Veles felt content in the gamble he was about to take and Dyon was gratified that he didn't have to use his final trump card to convince this former friend of his.

The truth was that both Dyon and Veles was aware that this could be a death sentence for the both of them. But, if they came out on top, wouldn't they be like a phoenix reborn from the ashes? The path to their rise would be set. Imagine what they could do if they could remove the restrictions on the Angel Clan vein and grow this planet as their central base? If they took a few decades to raise up the quality of their warriors, they could then sweep the universe before consolidating again and turning their gaze even further outward.

As long as they took this first step firmly, the future was limitless!

Dyon smiled. "There are just a few more things I need to let you know about, Veles. If we don't scheme against those bastards, would my name still be Dyon Sacharro?!"

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In a sacred level of the Viserion Palace, two country toppling beauties were creating mischief. After Nina sent away the guards, she and Luna walked into a treasure room filled to the brim with rare gems and materials. Even the Viserion's most treasured cultivation techniques rested here.

The guards didn't find it too odd when they noticed Nina's presence. Their Queen often came here with quite a few ladies. Although they didn't dare to speculate too much, even they as guards could only remain at the foot of the 100-foot-tall stair case that lead to that sacred level, so it was known to everyone that if there was one truly private place in the whole of the Viserion Clan, it was the Sacred Treasure Room.

Over the years, Nina had transformed this room into her own private playpen, filling it was luxurious beds, couches, and soft sheets, all so that she could "admire her treasures in peace".

However, there was nothing peaceful about the indecent acts and moans currently filling the room as two beauties intertwined the soft, flawless skin.

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The delicate movements… The sweet smell… The faint moistness… All riveted with euphonic sounds of pleasure and constantly arching backs and shaking legs…

One would be so enthralled by this heavenly scene that you would hardly notice the fact that the voluptuous beauty with sparkling green eyes was actually being tied down and ravaged by the supposedly petite and delicate beauty.

Maybe in the heat of your pleasure, you would miss the odd mix of pain and delight in her features.

And since you missed all of that, you would definitely miss the distracted look in the dominant, petite beauty's violet eyes, as they dashed around the room, seemingly looking for something…

Until it landed on an ancient tome – surprisingly complete for a mere branch clan – titled [Dragon Refining Arts]…

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Nina's feverish moans filled the once quite treasure rooms, vibrating the ridiculous amount of precious metals that surrounded them. She didn't seem to notice the ropes were chaffing her arms, instead choosing to be completely engrossed in her feelings. It was as though she had left reality, stepping to a complete other world.

Luna, however, absentmindedly moved her slender fingers through slender cracks and crevices with an expertise that was almost mind boggling. One could tell that she understood how to use her petite figure expertly. While Dyon had his own spurts of nimbleness, he, without a doubt, lost out to this wife of his.

At the moment, though, Luna couldn't seem to focus at all. Ever since her youth, she had a sensitivity to energy and the flow of it that no one could match. It was similar concept to Bai Meiying's Fenf Shui Compass will, however, it was much less niche and more of an instinct than a technique. It was as though the breath of the universe followed her wherever she went, as such, she could often understand the essence of techniques and formations without ever having had any formal training in any of them.

While this was normally a great thing, and was actually quite helpful in many aspects – even when it came to knowing exactly what a sexual partner of hers wanted, when – it was a major part of the reason her life was such a mess now. Even Luna wasn't exactly clear on what she was. Was she a member of a long-lost race? Did she have a special and rare constitution? Was she the reincarnation of some supreme expert?

The truth of the matter was that all Luna knew was that she was coveted. Not only for her talent and what it might be, but also for her ability to act as a cultivation incubator. All her life, even her own father, treated her as nothing more than a treasure that could be used to barter for a better future for their clan. The most disgusting part was that how could those old fogies even know of her existence so early if it wasn't for that father of hers?

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Even if they eventually found her centuries later, would they really have found her less than five decades into her life?! No matter how oppressive their searching abilities were, how could they scour a cosmos filled with a near infinite number of universes? Even if Dyon's time it took the Kitsune centuries to find his mother-in-law, and there were only ten thousand universes left! How could the search radius even compare to this time? Even more glaringly, it would have taken them thousands if it wasn't for Loki Ragnor purposefully leading them there in order to get rid of his biggest threat: King Acacia.

'How good would it have been if we had more time?...' Luna thought with tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Realizing her mistake, she dove her petite head into Nina's ample bosom, using the pretext of teasing her nipples to hide her emotion… Hoping that the fragrant sweat was enough to hide the much less exciting of the two salty liquids.

Even though a life where her father actually acted like a real father would mean that the Universe Tournament would have never been able to lead her husband to her, at least in that case, he would be safe. Maybe, if fate allowed it, they would meet later in life. She might not have had a right to be his wife at that point, but with Dyon's place in her heart currently, she almost didn't care what she had to sacrifice to be by his side.

Luna had absolute confidence that all Dyon needed was time… If only he had more time… There would be no one in this universe… No, the entire cosmos that could stop him.

Unfortunately, they didn't have such a luxury. Luna couldn't afford to be overly engrossed in her feelings, nor could she reminisce about what could have been. She had no choice but to move forward. She had to be callous and strong. She had to do things she didn't want to do and face things she had been hiding from for decades…

There was a point in her life where she had completely given up. She believed that maybe it was best if she just road whatever wave came her way, allowing it to happen. It wasn't that her heart was cold or unfeeling, but rather she understood all things so well that anything other than simple logic seemed foreign to her. As backwards and odd as that might sound, this was how she truly felt.

When everyone else saw the sun rise, Luna saw its steadily dissipating energy… How much time it had left to spin so brightly… How could it was to dying… When everyone else saw a flower, Luna saw its reserves, what flow would allow it to open, as well as what flow would allow it to die. When everyone else saw the love of their life, all Luna saw was a ball of energy… Maybe the only reason she knew her husband was so handsome was because his light shone brighter than everyone else's…

She just wanted to see the world for what it truly was… She didn't want to know anything and everything about the things around her. Why couldn't she just see the skin she was feeling instead of the energy of the heat coming off of it? Why was it that even the most beautiful things in life became so disgusting in her eyes? Why couldn't she just be a human being?!

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Luna spent her life accepting her fate. She realized that whatever this gift of hers was allowed her to take control of the things around her… So that's what she did…. The most ironic thing was that she took control of everything, but her own life… Maybe the only time she faintly did so was when she organized a tournament for her own hand in marriage, but even then, the results were well out of her own calculations.

She remembered that day as though it was happening the moment she recalled it. Her father had come to her speaking of marrying her off to the Viserion Clan. It turned out that during her interactions with Nina's former clan, she had caught the eye of their crown prince.

In truth, at the time, Luna was neither for it or against it. She was completely indifferent. While she had the vague idea that maybe it wasn't right for others to have such control of her life, she found herself constantly being distracted by what she did have control over. During those times, her dominatrix ply with Nina being more furious and violent, and it wasn't until Nina's cries of pleasure became true pain that she realized what was wrong.

As for Luna's father, he was ecstatic that his years of promoting his daughter as a matchless talent had finally paid off. To jump from the dregs of a Royal God clan to the heights of an Emperor God Clan were like a dream to him. He had been trying all of these years to succeed with Luna's elder sister, Laura, before he finally succeeded with his younger daughter.

While others would call him a despicable father for riding the backs of his children toward success, King Moon could hardly care. He was on cloud nine.

The day that Prince Jabari came to finalize marriage matters with the Moon Clan, Luna had happened to be there. The result was something even she didn't expect… A wave of powerlessness overwhelmed her for the first time in her life… It was as though she had been distancing herself all this time, only for reality to refuse to be ignored. With her intelligence, how could she not have seen through the goal of her father all along? But it wasn't until then that she finally felt disgusted.

In a fit of defiance, Luna made Jabari fight for her in the upcoming Universe Tournament. She didn't know what she expected from the outcome, but maybe she was just finally looking for some control outside of her immoral actions in the bedroom…

Thus, the Universe Tournament was held in the Moon Clan. While Luna's father was apoplectic with rage when her daughter purposely provoked the crown prince of an Emperor God Clan, he could do nothing about it because the words were already spoken. With Jabari's arrogant attitude, how could he ever think he was going to lose?

Luna had no idea what she wanted at that time. In fact, she wasn't really expecting to escape the marriage at all… After all, Jabari was most definitely the highest talent of this generation. While the Viserion clan had a crown prince of similar caliber, he was already centuries old at the time. As such, how could he participate? So, the Ahpuch Clan didn't take Luna's stance as a slight against their dignity at all. If anything, they found the last act of defiance by a small girl quite adorable.

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However, that was when her husband swooped into her life. For the first time, her father no longer controlled her… The powerful clans no longer controlled her… Instead, a man with energy brighter than she had ever seen took hold of her life… But this time, it wasn't to gain some benefit, it wasn't to use her for her beauty, it wasn't even to satisfy some sort of basal and disgusting lust… Her husband saved her for her sake and her sake alone… For the first time, someone took control not for their benefit, but for hers.

The moment Dyon shot down her raging father, taking her in his arms and roaring for the world to hear that she was his woman, Luna's maiden heart fluttered for the first time in her life… At that moment, she caught a glimpse of her husband's handsome features… She felt the resolute beating of his heart instead of just how much vitality it moved… Instead of seeing a ball of energy, she finally saw a human for the first time in her life.

But then… It was all taken away…

With the Universe Tournament taking place in the Moon Clan, the eyes of the entire quadrant was trained onto Planet Haven. This wouldn't matter normally, but suddenly the output power of a planet that should have been low level, sky-rocketed to heights never seen before due to the sheer energy required to project images across an entire quadrant.

Unfortunately, this caught the attention of nearby quadrants. It wasn't normal for there to be such an output in those areas, so they curiously turned an eye during a spur of the moment, only to find the constitution they had been searching for, for millennia…

They descended from the skies, excited and unbridled. After all, why would they care about this small quadrant? They didn't even put the Viserion and Ahpuch clans in their eyes.

But, they had truly kicked an iron plate, because on this "small planet" was an expert they feared to the depths of their hearts. Dyon's father!

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With the appearance of Dyon's father, something that was once seemingly a simple matter of snatching a beauty from a weak family became a complicated mess of events. Even more glaringly, Dyon couldn't remember any of these events for one reason or another, despite having supposedly unlocked all of his memories after he became intimate with Amphorae.

Luna closed her eyes, forcing herself out of her reverie. She hated the next memories… In fact, they made her hate herself even more.

She silently gazed at the Nina who had fallen into a deep sleep below her, restraining her sigh. Complicated emotions fluttered through her violet eyes, but she remained silent. Instead, she softly rolled her petite body off of the bed, spreading her arms out as the energy of the air suddenly moved under her command, cleansing her body. Even her ruffled silver hair once again rested without kinks, as though she had just spent hours combing through it.

Nina's adorable snoring filled the sacred room as Luna silently dressed herself in her white dress. In that instant, she was expressionless. It was as though her emotions hadn't just been in turmoil, and it was clear she had come to a decision.

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Looking toward the [Dragon Refining Arts] tome, Luna began to calculate.

There was no question that this was the most important treasure of the Viserion Clan. In fact, it was normally impossible for the branch clan to have the full version, yet this one did. On top of that, it was the original copy!

The Dragon Refining Arts was a technique even more ancient than these times. If one were to say that the Viserion Clan only rose because of it, no one would find it to be an exaggeration.

About two million or so years ago, the Viserion Clan was nowhere near the size of an Emperor God Clan. Yet, in what could be considered a short span of time, it elevated itself to all new heights. To use less than a million years to rise to Emperor God Clan status in these times was almost unheard of, yet the Viserions had done it!

To put things into perspective, a dao formation expert gains a hundred thousand years of life per increase in stage. Anyone who could reach that level would have access to, at worst, 9 cultivation stages, with the best having 12, with a possible 13th corresponding to half-step transcendence. This meant that the upper limit of life for even those pinnacle existences was about 1.3 million years!

This meant, that in order for a clan to raise itself from an unranked position, to that level, was the equivalent of doing so within one lifespan! To clans with deep roots, it would usually take several generations, equating to tens of millions of years, if not into the hundreds in order to achieve that result.

The reason was obvious, in order to expand, you have to conquer. And in order to conquer, you need to beat those clans that have already been solidly rooted! It was no wonder why their feat was impressive.

For their meteoric rise, the Viserions had this ancient tome to thank. Not only did their ancestor find the tome, it also came with it a vile of God level Dragon Blood. While this was only considered low-level among dragons who had Peak True Deities among the best of them, when mixed with the already decent Viserion bloodline, it managed to coagulate into a new level.

Because of these series of events, the Viserions truly lucked out. The usually arrogant Dragon Race couldn't be bothered to care about mere God level bloodlines because that was the equivalent of a mere transcendent beast. They thought it beneath them to even care about the matter. As such, not only did they achieve benefits, they made no unbeatable enemies along the way! It could be said that the originator of the technique had thought through everything for the sake of his or her successor.

Knowing all of this, Luna was certain that this was the best way to destroy her husband's attempts at forming this ally. Not only was Veles already dissatisfied with Dyon's actions from long ago, if he were to cross this bottom here, Luna knew that their talks would go up in smoke.

Luna's violet eyes silent analyzed the protection formations around the tome. 'There are three formations. One decoy. One true one. And another time sensitive one.'

The first was meant to trip robbers up and acted as a trigger to both alert and increase protection. The second was the reason Luna couldn't just reach in and take it. While the last ensured that even if the first two were bypassed, it would be able to detect the fact the tome was gone after a certain amount of time passed.

Luna saw no difficulty in this matter. She innately understood the way things works by their flow of energy, and since energy loved her, she could dissipate it with a thought. As such, dispelling all three was child's play. She could do something that even Dyon with his soul unsealed would need days to do, in seconds.

However, she purposely left the third formation alone, only tweaking it to set off based on her specifications. After all, if she stole it too perfectly, who knew how long it would take them to notice it was gone?

With a mere swipe of her hand, the tome was gone just as a tear fell to the polished ground.

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After a meeting that lasted about 4 or so hours, Dyon and Veles had finally hashed out everything they needed for the coming war. According to Dyon's estimations, the Moon Clan would act 3 days earlier. However, that was when Veles let him know that they haven't changed their speed of preparations.

Hearing this, Dyon laughed to himself. He knew that Jabari was an arrogant King, but he didn't think he would be so arrogant to give him, Dyon Sacharro ample time to prepare. He must have been tired of living!

Dyon was already planning on teaching Jabari a lesson for daring to have designs on a woman he called his own. But, to insult him like this brought Dyon's anger to a new level. Maybe it was because, deep inside, he had yet to place Luna on the same pedestal as his other wives, or else how could such a petty incident make him more angry than he already was?

In the end, Dyon reclined in his chair, closing his eyes and sighing inwardly. He knew that this was the last chance he'd give Luna. She now stood at a road forked in two. Whether she'd be by his side for life, or thrown aside by him would be decided today.

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Seeing Dyon close his eyes like so, Veles waited patiently. Eventually, Dyon awoke from his thoughts, standing up.

"Now it's about time to go." Dyon said, getting ready to leave. Just as both men were about to reach the door, an outer elder of the Viserion clan burst in, an agitated and angered expression on his features. For a man of his cultivation to be breathing so hard, and for him to forget his place and burst into a private meeting, one could imagine how important the information he carried was.

Veles frowned when he saw this, but he said nothing.

Seeing his King's dissatisfaction, the elder immediately realized his error. While he might be an elder, that was only because he had managed to reach the celestial level. As for his true authority, it was piss poor when compared to the true powerhouses of the clan. For him to burst into the King's study, what right did he have?!

Bursting into a cold sweat, the elder dropped to his knees, slamming his forehead against the marbled ground. "King, please forgive this lowly servant. If it wasn't important, I wouldn't dare to act in such a way!"

Veles paused, before nodding. He understood this as well, so he didn't react immediately. Plus, his meeting with Dyon was finished anyway. If it wasn't, it would have been impossible for the elder to burst in even if he was a hundred times stronger.

"Speak."

Dyon remained silent by his side, a deadpan expression on his features. But, in reality, his heart was in turmoil. The feelings he had been burying for Luna came rushing to the top, boiling over and searing his veins with a heat even he couldn't handle. His breathing became shallow, and the mere split second it took the elder to answer felt as though it was stretching out to hours, even days. With Dyon's speed of thought, the fraction of a second was agonizing beyond belief.

He remembered the words he spoke to himself just moments ago. He repeated them, again and again…. 'This is your last chance…'

"Replying to his majesty," The servant didn't stand, continuing to respectfully bow. "The Barbarian Clans we assimilated a few months ago have suddenly started stirring up problems. They've sent a few of their celestials and even their dao formation experts to conquer the towns around them. We've received word of their pillaging! If we don't act soon, a good portion of our periphery territory will be eaten away!"

While Veles was so angry that steam started to mat his long black hair with sweat, Dyon inadvertently took a deep breath, almost collapsing in relief. He thought that he had finally jumped the hurtle of the emotion stamp Luna placed on his heart after he conquered her, but that moment of pain proved otherwise. The swirling emotions of betrayal and bitterness threatened to overwhelm Dyon's senses, making him, a man who usually had the utmost control of his body, nearly give up on everything entirely…

"ARE THEY TIRED OF LIVING?!" Veles' Roar shook the clan, causing the citizens to fall to their knees in worship for the second time that day.

In truth, Veles couldn't believe what he was hearing. He thought he had a mutual agreement with those barbarians. Sure, it was a slight risk to accept them into the fold, but he had had a certain level of assurance in doing so. He had even married their chieftain's daughter and accepted her as an Imperial Concubine! Knowing well how much that man doted on her. And he dared to initiate an attack of his Viserion Clan? Veles was thoroughly enraged!

The elder trembled on the ground, unable to withstand Veles' pressure despite being of higher cultivation.

In the moment, Veles' anger agitated his body, causing his blood to roar to life. For the second time that day, he broke through again, causing a rush of celestial energy to spiral through the skies, crashing into the Viserion King in a rush akin to a water fall.

His body bulged to another side, adding a half meter to his height that he immediately controlled into a dense power before shortening himself to a height about two inches taller than his original. Now he stood even taller than the 6'6 Dyon and his third stage battle form was finally consolidated!

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Dyon smiled when he saw this. It should have taken Veles a couple hours to do this, but hadn't a couple hours passed already? Even while he was speaking with Dyon, his cultivation was slowly being adjusted. He only needed one more push to breakthrough, and that came in the form of anger. It was a well known fact that emotion was an important tool to cultivation, which was why your temperament made such a big difference in the paths you should or shouldn't take. It was clear Veles was perfectly suited to his Dragon bloodline.

That aside, Dyon could understand why Veles was so angry. He understood, from the memories he had unlocked, that despite how Veles may come off, he wasn't a reckless person, that was proven by how long it took Dyon to convince him to join him. This all meant one thing: He wouldn't trusted the barbarians so easily, and for him to do so, he had some sort of insurance.

As for who the barbarians were, there was no set definition for them all. Rather, they all fell into a similar umbrella of life.

Barbarians, also known as Rogue Cultivators, were often criminals ostracized from their former clans for some reason or another. After managing to escape having their cultivations crippled, they made their way to often remote planets, taking up refuge and starting their own communities. Often time, so as to remain lowkey, they continued to commit crimes. After all, if they started their own clans, if they grew too large, their old clans would find the similarities and thus chase them down again. So, they usually remained relatively small and lawless.

When a cultivator betrays their clan or sect, it was almost guaranteed that said cultivator would have their cultivation stripped of them. In the eyes of the clan, how could they allow a traitor who knew their secrets to roam about and potentially spread them? It couldn't be tolerated.

Understanding this, one thing was obvious: all barbarians were either ridiculously lucky, or powerful beyond belief! In order to escape the ire of an entire clan, just what kind of talent did you need to be? Of course, there were some that just had dogshit luck, but the vast majority were simply too powerful to die under the hands of their clans. This was why, despite being barbarian clan, they had plenty of celestial and dao formation experts. From Dyon's understanding, there were at least a few hundred high level celestials, and a couple dozen dao formation ones, with their leader being at the 5th stage! Such cultivation was almost unheard of, especially on this small planet.

How Veles corralled them? Dyon had no idea. But, it was clear his former friend thought he had succeeded where he hadn't.

Veles stormed out of the room, stepping over the still kneeling elder and no longer bothering with him as he stomped through the castle, roaring for the elders to meet him now.

Hundreds of men, ranging from young men to older codgers flashed through the skies, ironically using the hole Veles had blasted through the castle earlier in the day when he rushed to fight Dyon to descend into the main hall.

"My King." A chorus of voices rang outward as they all kneeled. Yet, despite the showing of respect and reverence, Veles' anger wasn't quelled in the least.

"That damned half-baked, sorry excuse of a man has incited trouble in my Kingdom! The nerve of that bastard after I gave his criminal past the benefit of the doubt!

"Did I not treat them well? Did I not marry his daughter? Do I not treat her well?!

"The one thing I, King Viserion will not stand for, is betrayal! I want his decapitated corpse before me within the day.

"I want his skin torn from the bone! I want the meat of his flesh to be scarred beyond recognition! I want his eyes gouged out and his manhood crushed! I want him with salty streaks of years mixed with blood, kneeling before me!

"Do you understand?!"

Veles' voice roared through the city, his rage resounding through the ears of everyone present. Maybe only Dyon was truly unaffected. No one knew how Veles managed to nurture and half-step King Reverse Scale, but one could imagine that he had fought a lot of bloody battles. A man like that wasn't one to be trifled with.

At the same time, how could Dyon not tell that this was a partial warning to himself? Who else had the possibility of betraying Veles? Was it not himself?

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However, Dyon had 0 intentions of doing so. While Veles might be skeptical, Dyon was firmly against the Moon Clan despite what his past might suggest. His only true path to survival was with Veles by his side, and that also required his full trust.

Suddenly, as Veles was raging, the awkward, yet quick steps of a lady holding up the hem of her dress could be faintly heard. She was a delicate beauty, and while she wasn't otherworldly, any small city would likely have someone of her stature take the helm as top beauty. However, right now, that delicate beauty had tears streaking down her face as she ran, stumbling with every other step. For a cultivator to be uncoordinated, Dyon had never seen it. But, that was when he noticed that this poor beauty was at the mere foundation stage.

Why was such a fragile beauty here?

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The question was answered in the next instant. Surprising everyone, the beauty fell to the ground before Veles, resting her fair forehead against the feet of her King without regard for her image as a lady.

At that moment, Veles fiery attitude immediately softened. "Little Flower, what are you doing on the ground?"

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He swooped downward, trying to help this concubine of his up. How could he not know why she was here? But, there were some things he couldn't back down on as a King. How could he face his people if he showed favoritism?

Among his women, the two he liked the most were his fiery Nina and the soft and docile Mina. He hadn't been with Mina for long, but after getting used to Nina's crass attitude, he truly enjoyed Mina's caring personality. He couldn't even bear to "overwork" her like he usually did with his concubines. With how fragile Mina's body was, whenever he noticed even a hint of pain of her features, he would immediately stop. He knew that Mina would never complain, so if he didn't, who knew how much damage this little beauty would take?

Veles frowned when he noticed how steadfast Mina's kowtowing was, it even took him some effort to pry her from the ground.

"Husband…" Mina sobbed. She had never asked Veles for anything before, but she felt sweet in her heart when he saw how much he cared for her. How could she bear watching her husband and her father fight?

Veles gulped, holding onto Mina. "Alright, I won't kill him. You've never asked for anything before, so how could I as your husband not give you a gift in this lifetime of ours?

"But, Mina." Veles lifted up her delicate chin. "There cannot be a next time. As a King, I can only be so magnanimous. Also, your father must face consequences for his actions. Do you understand?"

Mina nodded vehemently, unable to stop her tears as she burrowed her little head into Veles' large chest. She, too, didn't understand why her father had done such a thing. She remembered that her father had agreed that as long as she was treated well, their alliance would last forever if Veles so chose.

From youth, Mina had been born with a very fragile body. So, despite the fact that she was already nearing her 25th year of life, she was still at the mere foundation stage. Because of this, and the fact her mother had died long ago, her father had always doted on her, protecting her with every fiber of his being.

Although Veles did indeed treat Mina well, the truth of the matter was that her father couldn't possibly know that for sure! So, why would he risk attacking and angering Veles?! If Veles wasn't the kind man Mina knew him to be, wouldn't her father's actions be putting her in danger? A lesser man would have immediately used Mina as a hostage to tie down her father's actions. Whichever way you looked at it, this was a foolish action!

'Does my father not care about me anymore?' When Mina thought of this, the tears streamed out with even more sadness. It was as though she lost all strength to go on.

Veles understood exactly what Mina was thinking, but there was nothing he could do about it. He could only hold onto her as he gave out orders. He didn't trust anyone else to since he wouldn't hand Mina over to a man, and the competition in the Imperial Harem was something he was disgusted by. Plus, while Nina would console Mina without jealousy, she would also taint her innocence, so Veles couldn't have that.

"Bring him back alive." Veles began to speak in much more calm voice. "Kill those who resist, and capture those who don't. I want a full understanding of what this is and why it happened." After he calmed down, Veles realized that it might be a good thing that he had. If he just killed the barbarian king, what would he get out of it? He would lose warriors, and those he had left would likely be injured, all while he never found the true culprit.

After Veles finished handing out orders, the elders of the clan began to move in an orderly fashion, heading off to war in a flash. Sending saints would just be a waste, so many of them remained here. In the end, the only people who remained in the hall were two of Dyon's personal guards as well as one of the two dao formation elders Dyon brought along. Aside from that, there was Dyon, the sobbing Mina, and, of course, Veles – those who weren't mentioned were just some sainthood guards who patrolled the palace grounds.

"It seems we won't be able to end this meeting of ours peacefully." Veles said bitterly. "Don't worry, the barbarian clan isn't too large, we'll just overwhelm them with numbers and get answers. The matter will be dealt with long before four days from now, the Viserion Clan with be at your Angel Clan within two days."

Dyon nodded. The only thing left was to find wherever Luna had scampered off to before leaving to their next destination. However, before he even got an opportunity to finish the thought, the petite figure of his wife appeared around the hallway, entering the room with her graceful disposition.

With a smile, she greeted King Viserion who accepted her goodwill. Dyon didn't seem to notice that from her entrance, to her taking a position to his right, she hadn't once looked him in the eye.

"I bid you two farewell." King Viserion waved his hand, calling for an escort. He would have normally taken them out personally, but he had to tend to Mina right now.

That was when the situation changed so drastically that from start to finish, Dyon, for the first time in his life, felt as though he was a puppet on the strings of somebody else…

He felt a delicate hand slip into his, but when he turned to smile toward Luna, he noticed that although she was trying to hide it, there was a faint puffy redness to the bottoms of her eyes, and tears were threatening to swell again. Her calm disposition had seemingly shattered no matter how she tried to bury it.

"Lun – …" Dyon didn't get a chance to finish his words when he suddenly felt a ring forced onto his finger. It was much too small for him, seemingly sized for Luna's dainty fingers, so it was pushed onto his pinky.

In that instant, loud alarms began to blare as guards rushed from the hallway Luna had just come from. King Viserion's retreating figure froze, he knew exactly what that alarm was for and he suddenly knew that it was no coincidence that the Sacred Treasury guards were rushing in from the same hallway Luna came from…

The silver ring Luna had forced onto Dyon's hand suddenly began to shine and vibrate along with the blaring noise before it shattered completely, allowing a thick ancient tome to fall into Dyon's hands before the eyes of everyone.

No one spoke. Even if they tried to, they would be drowned out by the sounds of the alarm that seemed to only get louder.

All of Dyon's relief disappeared in a flash. An agonizing pain erupted from his chest, threatening to make him faint on the spot… But he wasn't injured… This was truly a wound of the heart.

The last thing that happened before Veles roared in anger, pointing toward the could as though he had lost his mind, was Dyon's cold gaze descending upon Luna.

In that final moment before they began running for their lives, Dyon stamped out the last bits of affection he had for this woman. Never again would he call her his wife. Never again would he protect her as his. Never again would she get another chance.

Luna finally gathered her courage and looked up to face Dyon's gaze, only for her to freeze the moment she met it.

"That was your last chance, Luna Moon."

Luna felt like her world was collapsing, somehow, amidst all the noise, these were the clearest words she had ever heard in her life. Dyon callously stripped her of the Sacharro name, making his stance clear: From this moment forward, we are no longer husband and wife.

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Luna's whole body shook as her vision blackened. She could no longer express how deeply Dyon's words hit her, but as she had once said, what's done is done. There was no changing it.

Dyon had always been a person with a soft heart when it came to women. In fact, in his youth, before he met Madeleine, it had come out as an overly flirtatious attitude. In reality, that was just his own immature way of following the words of his mother. In her memory, he had taken her words of always complimenting and protecting women close to you to his heart. They were words ingrained within him even more than the teachings his father beat into him… Maybe it was because of his mother's gentle approach, or maybe because her death came at a time where Dyon was far too young, but either way, those words stuck…

However… For the first time in his life, Dyon completely ignored the words of his mother. He wasn't caring, or understanding. He didn't try to comprehend why it was Luna had done something so foolish, nor did he have the faintest curiosity. He was hurt beyond belief, and despite the coldness in his eyes, his heart was bleeding with its own tears.

Luna tried to let go of Dyon's hand, but Dyon gripped onto it tightly. With a swing of his arm, Luna's petite body flew across the room and into the arms of the Angel Clan dao formation expert. Before anyone had realized what had happened, Luna finally couldn't take it anymore. The rough way Dyon handled her, as if he didn't care for her life or death was the final straw… Her vision completely blackened, causing her to faint.

"Keep her alive, for now." Dyon's voice cut through the loud blaring noises and Veles' enraged roar. It sounded as though he had just raised himself up from the abyss of hell. His voice was deep, and grating… Filled with an endless rage that made the saint guards who were about to surge forward tremble with fear. Dyon had never felt so angry in his entire life. "When we get out of this, I'll deal with her personally."

"YOU!" Veles roared in anger. "To think I actually thought of trusting you! Leave here? If you don't die today, my name isn't Veles Viserion!"

As soon as he finished, Veles thought of erupting forward with unbridled killing intent. But, that was when he remembered the fragile Mina was still in his arm. With all the loud noises and raging killing intent filling the room, Mina was like a delicate feather being tossed around to the whims of a storm. Veles couldn't possibly leave her now. Since Dyon and Luna were so despicable to have used his goodwill to steal their clan's most valuable treasure, who's to say that they wouldn't use despicable means to tie him down? Unfortunately, before this, everyone had seen how important Mina was to him!

Even worse, there were at most a handful of high level experts left in the Viserion Kingdom. They had all just left to deal with the barbarians! Such timing was…

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Veles couldn't help but freeze. He had found the barbarians attacking to be odd, could it have been planned this way from the beginning?

As for Dyon's showing of anger toward Luna, Veles didn't put it in his eyes at all. For one, it could just be an act Dyon put on to convince them that it was all Luna's doing and not his own. The second possibility was that he was truly mad! After all, hadn't Luna failed? She had disabled two, but not the third mechanism. How could that not piss Dyon off? A once foolproof plan had been ruined by her. Or so those around them thought.

Dyon didn't bother explaining anything. With his intelligence, how could he not tell what those around him were thinking. This plan of that former wife of his were truly too devious. He even thought that maybe she planned the barbarian raid as well. However, Dyon didn't feel any warmth because of that. After all, wasn't it in Luna's best interest to increase her own chances of escape? It made sense that she would do such a thing. It had nothing to do with Dyon.

By this point, Dyon no longer had any good thoughts of Luna in his heart. The bleeding in his heart was becoming a shriveled mess of blackness that looked more like an overripe fruit than the source of one's vitality.

Looking at his personal guards and elder, he shouted without a shred of emotion in his voice that wasn't akin to unending rage. "GO!"

With a flash, wings of gold sprung from Dyon's back. His feet stomped onto the ground, rocketing him up and out of the hole in the ceiling Veles had made earlier in the day. On his tail were his personal guards and the dao formation expert. Although the elder could easily overtake Dyon, how could he not protect his King's rear? As for his personal guard, they had the same thought.

Their destination was, of course, the carriage waiting at the City gates. They had only brought a few of their experts in, in consideration of Veles and gaining his trust. Unfortunately, that had partially backfired as they had no idea what was happening now!

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765 Second Trial 84

Behind the five fleeing men and one unconscious female, a raging tempest of celestial energy erupted behind them in plumes of three. As expected from the Viserion clan, despite sending out all of the dao formation experts and so many celestials, they still had so many left!

At the moment, nine experts rushed out from behind them, quickly following as Veles' voice of rage continued to bellow.

Without regard, the closely following elders burst into their battle forms. Although they hadn't reached their King's lofty 8th stage, they had still done well for themselves, managing to reach the 4th and enter their first battle phase. Unfortunately for them, progress in this technique had little to do with cultivation and everything to do with talent and understanding. As such, despite cultivating for thousands of years, they paled in comparison to their King who had only cultivated for a few decades.

As for the Dragon Refining Arts, Dyon didn't bother leaving it behind, instead choosing to keep it close to him. If he was going to suffer for Luna's actions anyway, why not benefit from it instead? He had long been interested in this technique, but had banished the thought of asking to see it until his and Veles' relationship grew stronger. After all, this was a secret technique of the Viserion clan, it couldn't be shown to outsiders to wantonly!

The blurs in the skies streaked across the city, quickly coming up to the gates where Dyon's carriage was still waiting. Luckily, it was pulled by celestial level horses which would allow them much breathing room since they specialized in speed. However… Dyon had other ideas. The anger in his heart was too much to escape like this. If he sat in one place for too long, he felt like he might explode. In fact, he was dangerously close to giving up on this trial entirely.

The moment they touched down at the gates, confusion colored the features of the elder and the personal guards that had stayed put. But, Dyon didn't have time to entertain them. So, he spoke quickly. Far quicker than someone without cultivation could understand.

"We don't have much time, they'll reach us with enough time to obstruct in less than ten seconds. So, listen carefully and do not forget any of my words under punishment of execution!

"Firstly, do not follow me. This will not end so easily and I am the main culprit. They will chase me long before they chase you. The Angel Clan is still in a precarious position and we cannot afford to leave it without protection for long."

There was clear dissatisfaction at Dyon's first command. But, remembering the punishment that was waving over their heads, they didn't dare to voice it, instead deciding to remain silent.

Those who hadn't been part of the situation couldn't help but look to and from Luna's still unconscious figure. It seemed like she could wake up at any time, even worse, it looked like she was having a terrible nightmare. For an old man to be holding her like he was, there was no doubt that it was more than just a little inappropriate. This was the queen of their kingdom! How could she be touched by another man so easily?

However, when they saw that Dyon couldn't be bothered with it, and even further that he had no worry on his features for the state of his own wife, they all couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.

Tears fell from Luna's unconscious figure as her murmurs became louder. Her murmuring was almost intelligible, but from what they could hear, it was a constant stream of 'I'm sorrys' and 'I had no choice' mixed in with a flurry of 'Dyons' and 'Luna Moons'. Whatever it is was going on had completely turned Luna's emotions and mind to mush. And yet, there was still no reaction from their King.

"Secondly, I've already prepared everything. In my place, there stand Queen Amphorae. Anyone who dares to disobey her order will face my wrath. Not only is she to set the rules, she is to lead you into battle!"

Dyon's words were like a torrent, never ending and not allowing any rebuttal. But, when they heard the idea of a woman leading them into battle, only of the personal guards couldn't help but interject.

"Kin –"

SLAP!

Dyon's fury melted over, nearly caving in the side of the personal guards face with an unrestrained open palm. The guard fell to the ground, listless. Completely unaware of what had just happened.

How many years had he followed Dyon? Practically from birth! They had all prepared and trained along with Dyon for decades. Never once had he ever raised a hand against them! Never once had he ever felt the need to berate them or be angry with them! That even included when Michael tried to steal that love of his life, Amphorae!

When those around them thought of this, they suddenly realized something else. Did he just call Amphroae, Queen? What the hell happened?! When did gain such a title?!

The mixture of shock and confusion reigned, it was as though they were unable to feel any other emotions.

Dyon didn't feel any remorse about his actions. Whether or not he was angered beyond belief right now, he would have taken the same course.

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He was King! His orders were not to be questioned!

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766 Second Trial 85

Without another word, Dyon wings flapped and left, not looking behind for an instant. On that day, Queen Amphorae gained power that she had never wielded before.

With no choice, the personal guard could only hand his head as he quickly got up. He knew that he was in the wrong. While it was okay to convey your ideas to a King when possible, this was clearly not the situation for it. In a life or death moment, where quick decisions needed to be made, the King's word was the final word!

Seeing both the personal guard's and Dyon's reaction, the two dao formation elders nodded in approval. Although they disliked their King's command, there was no doubt that this was the way a king should act. Before, many had questions about the character of their King, many calling him too soft and too willing to please. However, in one afternoon, he had shattered all of that. Not only was he willing to punish his former love, Luna, for her actions as severely as anyone else – despite it clearly being painful for him – he had been willing to reprimand a childhood friend of his. To be able to steel your heart was a trait any King should have.

As for the personal guard, only regret could be read in his eyes. He was clearly a man of high character who had already acknowledged his mistake. There was no need for anyone to say anything else, no one was worried about him holding on to any resentment. Instead, they all quickly entered the carriage, flashing away at top speed.

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Before this, the speed of the horse had been purposefully slowed. But, now there was no time for a leisurely journey. Heading back to the clan was top priority! In all likelihood, they had just gained another strong enemy…

The best case scenario was for their King to live and somehow gain forgiveness of King Viserion…

However… In the worst case… The Viserions would attack with the Moon Clan! Making an already impossible situation even worse!

Because of the actions of one foolish woman… The future of the Angel Clan was as precarious as ever…

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In the Moon Clan Palace bath, Luna's elder sister, Laura was laughing so hard that her sides hurt. Because her and Luna's mirrors were connected, she could check on her sister whenever she pleased, even if the mirror was within a spatial ring. So, she had seen everything that happened from beginning to end.

At first, she was shocked beyond belief that her sister had actually given up her virginity to that puppet of a man, she didn't care too much. After all, after almost 30 years of spending every night together and with how handsome he was, even Laura couldn't be sure that she would never be moved. Plus, all that mattered was Luna's primordial yin.

In the martial world, as long as a woman's primordial yin was in place, it was just as difficult to tell if she was a virgin as it was in the mortal world. This was because all treasures capable of testing such a thing, did so based on whether the primordial yin was present or not.

So, Laura didn't care. It was only a blip on her radar. This was because she knew how special her little sister's primordial yin was. Among all the women in the world, maybe she was the only one who could safe guard her primordial yin regardless of cultivation!

Normally, this would only be possible if the woman had vastly superior cultivation to the man she decided to give herself to. This was normally to protect the man she loved, or else, he would either become impotent, or in the worst cases, die.

However, you could imagine how rare it was for a weaker man to win the heart of a stronger woman. So, even those cases were incredibly rare. It was no wonder Laura didn't care.

Laura's laughter rang through her fog filled bath. The ripples in her ample chest causing waves to stir in the water even as she watched her younger sister continue to tremble in her sleep.

When she finally caught her breath and calmed down, she sneered, putting the mirror away. Since Dyon had escaped by separating with them, the show wasn't as interesting anymore since there was obviously a range the mirror was limited to.

This action of Dyon's only made Laura disdain his existence even more. She couldn't imagine how a man could be so angered, yet still take actions to protect the woman who betrayed him. If that wasn't a simp, then what was? How her sister fell for such a weak man, she would never understand. It was obvious to her that Dyon had separated so that Luna would be safe while the Viserions chased him.

Thinking to this point, Laura leisurely reclined in her bath. Her legs squeezed together as she imagined the tears streaking down her little sister's face, deriving some sick pleasure from it.

With a wave of her hand, a servant girl rushed forward.

"I think I'll taste Casanova today," She said lightly, "He's not the biggest, but he's quite skilled. Quickly, I'm moist and not in the mood to wait."

The servant girl didn't dare be slow as she rushed out of the room to commandeer her mistress' gigolo.

In anticipation, Laura couldn't help but think back to the scenes of Dyon ravaging Luna. It had left a faint imprint on her heart… The kind where she wanted nothing more than to steal her sister's man and make him, hers.

"You think I don't know that you caused the death of our father, little sister? Does that buffoon who's in love with you know how truly sinister you are?

"I think I'll spare his life for now and keep him around as my sex slave. Maybe I'll even let you watch.

"For all the decades of pain you've caused me… I'll return them a hundred-fold!"

(Awe: This whole family should seek some therapy… Or at least get on some meds… Jesus…)

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767 Second Trial 86

Dyon shot into the forest, immediately folding his wings and allowing them to disappear. As much as they boosted his speed, they also made him easier to spot. For the first time, he lamented having golden wings. At this point, he could forget about doing stealth missions at his top speed.

As expected, the celestials completely ignored the horse drawn carriage. Not only were the Angel Clan horses much too fast and had stamina surpassing that of a normal cultivator, they had clearly seen that their target, the Dragon Refining Arts, was still in Dyon's hand.

The truth was that Laura was wrong. Dyon didn't separate from the group to protect Luna and only a self-centered idiot with shallow thinking would reach such a conclusion. That, or they had some sort of bias against him, which was clearly true.

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The reason Dyon separated from his clan members was because it didn't matter if they could outrun them. Wasn't the location of the Angel Clan known to the Viserions? It wasn't, by any stretch of the imagination, a secret. If he just headed toward the Angel Clan, he'd be bringing calamity down on his people. It would be a move stupid beyond compare!

For now, Dyon had to buy time until the Angel Clan improved formations were created. The evacuation was also occurring tomorrow. If he delayed those plans, everything would go up in smoke! He had no choice but to draw their attention away. As for Laura's thoughts, Dyon wouldn't be bothered to care for the opinions of such a narrow-minded woman, no matter how slighted she felt.

Dyon's mind was completely blank as he quickly flashed through the forest, hardly stepping on the branches of the thick trees before shooting forward again. His steps were so quick and controlled that he left no footprints.

Although Dyon didn't have movement techniques, the control he had over his body had skyrocketed the moment he absorbed the male half of the body kernel. Even if Dyon wanted to slow or speed up the flow of his very blood, he could do so! This allowed him to use his stamina and strength with a ridiculous amount of efficiency. Dyon was like a long-distance runner who had spent half their life learning the perfect running form and pacing for themselves. He truly knew his body inside and out.

The secondary added benefit was his talent in regards to Martial Arts. These were, of course, the branch of techniques followed by body cultivation purists who believed in relying on their own bodies instead of the energies of the universe. This was why Dyon's Presence and Perception increased so quickly because they both technically fell under the body cultivation umbrella.

"YOU DARE STEAL FROM THE VISERION CLAN?!" One of the elders roared in agitation. They were so angry that none of them thought clearly. What did 9 lower celestials mean in front of two dao formation experts? If Dyon wanted them dead, they'd be dead already!

However, Dyon didn't do such a thing. Nor did he try to explain. He was at the point where he was too angry to even open his mouth. Because if he did so… If he allowed his emotions to flow… He really would turn back and kill these elders even if it cost him his life!

What kind of self-control did Dyon have? It could be said that he was nearly unmatched in the world!

For one, he held a burden of being constantly bombarded by his own lust while easily going months without touching the body of a female. However, to Dyon, this was one of the easier things he had ever done in his life!

Dyon was a man that had withstood the humiliation of being beaten down all for the sake of saving someone he deemed worthy. Dyon was a man that didn't bat an eye at the prospect of not seeing his loved ones for decades all for the sake of becoming stronger to protect them. Dyon was a man who had the murderer of his own flesh and blood parents before him, and willed himself not to kill him for the sake of greater good!

But now?! He was thoroughly enraged. He was one false move. One ill placed word. One moment of irrationality from completely snapping and being engulfed by the demon within him.

This was truly the worst trial he had ever undergone in his life. He didn't care about having to fight bloody battles. He didn't care about the pain or horrors of such a thing. But, to be betrayed by someone that was thoroughly engrained in your heart… It was enough to make a man go mad.

It felt the same as though Madeleine had done such a thing to him. As though his first love in this life had stabbed him in the back and twisted until there was nothing whole left in his chest.

This was a pain that he would never forget. One that he could only hope was erased after he left these trial grounds… Because if not… He didn't know how he would handle it…

That was the only thing keeping him sane. The idea that this had to all be an illusion… That his grand teacher was just pulling an elaborate ruse that couldn't continue on to the real world… That after he left… Luna would be erased from his heart completely…

Unfortunately, he was far too naïve.

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768 Second Trial 87

Dyon lightly stepped on a branch before taking a sharp right. The celestials were following so closely behind him that his action almost ended in him being caught by one of them on the flank. However, this left the celestials stupefied.

'Did he find out?' They all thought at once.

There were only 9 of them here, but how could the Viserion Kingdom not have patrols? These elders had long since alerted the posts up ahead that a top priority criminal was on the way. And yet, just as they were about to complete their encirclement, Dyon drastically changed his direction? Was this a coincidence?

Dyon couldn't be bothered with their thoughts. He had been running for about ten minutes now at a leisurely pace. In fact, it was a pace that the celestials behind him should have caught up to if they were trying their hardest. The fact they didn't only left one obvious answer: A trap. So, he purposefully went straight ahead before abruptly changing direction when his Perception caught a whiff of their anxiousness. He barely needed to think to analyze the situation. The thinking of these people were too shallow.

However, Dyon knew he needed a feasible plan to escape. Because of his past persona's flaws, the information the Angel Clan had on other clans was sorely lacking. As a result, much of the maps they had were dated by decades. With all of the movement in territory and conquering just the Viserion clan had been up to, how could those maps still be accurate?!

Therefore, Dyon knew that he could only use the maps as a rough estimate. Despite that, he went out of his way to memorize them all. The reason why? The one thing that wouldn't change in a mere few decades was landscape!

Intelligently, Dyon treated land such as forest just as loosely as cities and tribes. That being because trees could obviously be cut down. Therefore, he allowed his slowly forming plan to be flexible in aspects needing the cover of these dense trees, while solely relying on things that would hardly change at all. These were things like mountain ranges, lakes, rivers, caves, etc. He graded them all on a scale, never allowing a landscape that rated too low to rate too highly in importance.

For now, Dyon was just buying time. But, as expected, the moment he changed direction, the elders sped up from about 70% of their speed, to 95%+!

"Since you don't want to make things easy, don't blame us for being ruthless!" An elder sneered.

Dyon remained expressionless. It was as though he didn't notice the distance of a few dozen meters suddenly closing rapidly.

However, in the next instant, his foot landed on a particularly thick branch before pressing down with tens of thousands of pounds of force. Before the branch could even snap, Dyon's body had already flown forward, seemingly teleporting hundreds of meters ahead.

He felt a slight pain in his leg, because he had just used his Celestial Wind Movement technique without the necessary wills to support him, but he seemed to not have noticed as the cracks in his bones began to heal rapidly. There was not the slightest shred of pain on his features, and even though he could hardly use the technique to even 10% of its normal heights, it was more than enough to deal with these so-called elders!

"Profound movement technique!" The elders gasped in awe, a cold sweat permeating their backs. When had they ever seen such an exquisite technique?

The reason they were so eager to catch Dyon wasn't only that he had left a blemish on their Viserion name, but it was also to sneak a peak at the Dragon Refining Arts! Because of the sensitivity and importance of the technique, not even they as elders could see the original so freely. Only when they cultivated to the 6th stage would they be allowed such a chance!

However, many were dissatisfied with this rule. They thought that there might be secrets in the latter stages that could help them see a more whole picture, and thus cultivate it easier. This was why they were truly eager. After all, the Dragon Refining Arts was estimated to be a Heaven level technique! How could they, who had only ever seen Earth techniques sparingly, not drool over the prospect?

Oddly, though, Dyon didn't use it again. Causing them to sneer. How could such a profound technique not come with consequences? So, they immediately calmed their agitated states, choosing to follow at a leisurely pace and hope Dyon tired out as their band of 9 suddenly became 12. Maybe if they tired him out, he might have some profound techniques in his spatial ring!

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Thinking to this point, they nearly fainted with excitement. Not only did they have justice on their side, they would benefit greatly from it too!

What they didn't know was that they were only partially correct. While it was true that Dyon had to pay a price to use the celestial wind movement technique, as long as he restricted the profoundness level, he would heal faster than he would be injured. For someone like him who was used to enduring pain, what did a few fractured bones that immediately healed mean to him?

The only reason he didn't push ahead further was so he could vent some anger. If he didn't unleash soon, who knew what would happen to his psyche?

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769 Second Trial 88

Dyon continued his steady rhythm, leading the celestials further and further away from their clan without a single bead of sweat on his face.

Every time they would get close, he would flash forward again. He even made a showing of favoring the leg he used so that the celestials would become more and more cocky. It was to the point where they didn't even send the signals they were supposed to. They were clearly blinded by greed.

The celestial movement technique usually required wind, space and celestial will, and despite its name, it was a great assassin's technique because the celestial will was meant to erase your presence. Unfortunately, Dyon had always neglected his movement techniques because he relied so heavily on his calculations in battle. Simply put, he had other things that raised his battle power more efficiently, and because he had spent so little time in the martial world and rarely ever got a true break, he simply didn't have the benefit of splitting his attention.

While he thought of using the Florence family technique to learn it, the efficiency of a clone in learning a technique obviously paled in comparison to himself. This was the flaw of the Florence family technique. It was much better used to gain affinity for wills. But, since Dyon now had the perfect bodily constitution, the technique had become completely useless to him and he now regretted using his master's blood essence to power it.

However, hindsight was 20/20. The road of cultivation couldn't be tread without mistakes, and Dyon learned that the hard way.

Because of all of these reasons, Dyon had only managed to cultivate the movement technique to the second stage of the first act of three. So, it was nowhere near what it would be at its peak. Not to mention the fact the technique itself wasn't very compatible with Dyon. He couldn't be blamed too much though. He hadn't known anything about cultivation when he chose it, and his master had long since sealed herself away, so he just chose the best technique the celestial deer sect had to offer. Who could turn down a low-level divine movement technique? The martial world would salivate over such a thing.

Hours passed by, but the celestials still didn't seem agitated. They knew how powerful Dyon was, and it was no big deal for a saint to be capable of keeping up their top speed for about this long. The trouble was that the sun was beginning to set… What they didn't notice was that within the red and purple hues left by the sun, hid arrays that were slowly being formed beneath Dyon's feet. By the time they realized, it would be too late. Dyon had waited for the perfect moment to execute this.

Normally, any array creation would come with it a flash of light. But, with Dyon's abilities, and the clever use of the environment, they couldn't tell the difference between the dying sun rays, and the arrays!

Suddenly, the celestials began to grin. From what they could see from Dyon's back view, he was drenched in sweat and his skin was paling. Even his once freely flapping linen shirt was clinging to his skin, clearing matted in a clear liquid.

"It looks like the little thief is finally tiring out. Keep running little mouse, we'll see how long you can go for!"

Laughter filled the quickly darkening forest, however Dyon showed no reaction, only continuing along his path as though nothing was said. If those fools paid any real attention, they would have noticed that it had been a long while since Dyon had used his movement technique, yet his speed was steadily getting further and further away from them. If he was tired, then why was he still able to speed up?!

After another half hour, one of the celestials finally realized that something was wrong. But, by now, the forest was filled with an eerie quiet that was only cut through by the soft sound of feet hitting tree branches. As for why they didn't fly, why use more energy when it wasn't necessary? Plus, few had the nimbleness necessary to fly in a dense forest. Although crashing into trees would hardly slow them down as celestial experts, they cared a bit too much about saving face.

'A circle?' The celestial suddenly felt apprehensive. His mind was a bit clearer than the rest, so he felt like he had been here already. In the dark, they were far more susceptible to this trick, but after years of being a border patrol guard for the Viserions who were constantly in the state of war, he had grown to have a cautious personality after seeing the fates of his fellow guards who slacked in their duty.

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"Fellow clansman, there's a trick!" The moment the celestial saw Dyon burst with an extra bit of speed, he was absolutely certain. Unfortunately, he was too late.

The reason why Dyon was sweating profusely wasn't because he was tired of running. He was hardly using any of his strength, with his regenerative capabilities, how could he be tired?

The truth was that Dyon had been steadily playing arrays for the past few hours, leading them around in such a large circle that it wasn't until the end that they noticed that something was wrong! Because of how tyrannical using the aurora flame stones were, it was no wonder that a heavy price was being weighed on Dyon's body. This was especially so since Dyon was no longer using the purple-gold stones…

No. The stones he used were filled with streaking comets!

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In the next instant, Dyon's body flashed forward once again. However, this time it was different. He no longer bothered to stay in the eyeline of his pursuers, he completely melded into the darkness of the forest!

The celestials froze. None of them had thought that after all this time that their "easy prey" was still hiding his abilities. The scouts were much more surprised because they hadn't witnessed the battle between their King and Dyon. However, the other 9 celestials felt a wave of embarrassment come over them. How had they made such a mistake?

It was only now they remembered just how much of a boost in power this little King got once he used his wings. It should have been obvious to them that he was holding back this entire time!

The only thing that made them sigh a faint breath of relief was the fact he should be easily spotted. With such bright golden wings that gave off their own light, even his transformation would be blatantly obvious to them.

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What they didn't know is that Dyon had prepared for such a contingency long ago. He had purposefully not used his wings until now. And, he purposefully dampened the effectiveness of his movement technique. Even further, if they were intelligent, they would be wondering why Dyon hadn't used his movement technique against King Viserion!

Since Dyon woke up, King Viserion was the first to even remotely push him to his limits. Even then, he was toying with him. Dyon knew all he needed to win after King Viserion unlocked his third battle form was more speed. Yet, why had he decided to use his strongest form instead of using his movement technique?

Intuitively speaking, wouldn't it have been smarter to use the weaker form and hide the stronger? Anyone who saw this might think Dyon was a fool.

However… How could Dyon not have his own designs?

Before he came to the Viserion clan, he had already prepared for the possibility of Luna betraying him. The problem was that his relationship with Veles was much too fragile, and was easily exploitable. As such, the scenario of a chase had always been on Dyon's mind.

In his original plan, he had prepared to be chased by dao formation experts. So, how could a mere group of celestials faze him? That was nothing more than a joke.

Dyon was aware of the forested landscape of the Viserion clan. He was also aware that his wings had changed their color. And, even if they hadn't, before his break through, Dyon had had one white wing. That wing was just as bad for stealth as his golden wings. So, Dyon long knew that relying on his wings would be a detriment and not a helper in this situation. Knowing that, why not make his potential pursuers think that his wings were his true final trump card?!

The celestials had organized themselves, thinking they understood Dyon. They remained relatively close to each other after their encirclement plan missed. And while they would have loved to attack, if they alerted any of the more powerful Earth or Heaven beasts in the area, it would be problem.

In the end, the spread themselves out a mere two or three meters away from each other. Their thinking was simple. Even though Dyon was powerful in his winged form, in this dark environment, he would be hard pressed to sneak up on them. Then, since they were so close, they'd be able to react in a short amount of time, immediately surrounding him.

However, what they never expected was the fact that Dyon had hid such a profound movement technique! After seeing him use it, and seeing how he became drenched in sweat, they began to relax, thinking that this was his true limit. All the while, they never knew that using the movement technique to such a small extent was never that difficult for him to begin with! While it might cause minor fractures in his legs, those injuries were quickly healed by his overwhelming blood essence in addition to the perfect fusion of him and his humanoid manifestation!

All this time, Dyon had only used his movement technique to the first stage of the first act. Limiting its profoundness and therefore his injuries. But now? He pushed it to his highest level of understanding, climbing to the peak of the second stage of the first act. In an instant, the efficacy of the technique almost tripled, causing Dyon to vanish from sight!

Just as the elders were feeling vigilant, a flash of blinding gold came from their left flank, immediately followed but a scream of agony. But when the elders followed through with their plan, converging on the blinding light, it suddenly disappeared! However, unlike what they assumed, Dyon was already gone, leaving behind an elder with broken ribs, and an oddly angled arm from a vain attempt at blocking.

The elders sucked in a breath. Was this really a saint? Although this elder hadn't even completely the first cycle of the first celestial stage, only having filled 2 or so meridians with celestial energy, he was still a celestial! It wasn't normal for a saint be able to even fight with him, let alone hurt him so severely, so quickly!

A cold sweat began to permeate down their backs. They were all of quite lowly status, often attending to small matters. Even the strongest of them, a patrol with second stage celestial cultivation, couldn't claim to be capable of hurting this comrade of his so quickly…

What had they gotten themselves into?!

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771 Second Trial 90

The elders couldn't help but shiver. Their greed had blinded them, causing them to dive head first into this mission, never once signaling for help. But, if they signaled now, even if their dao formation experts had somehow magically come back from their war with the barbarians so quickly, it would take at least a few minutes for them to reach here. With the battle prowess this young King had displayed. Would they last that long?!

What they didn't know was that this was all a façade Dyon had purposefully put up. However, that was how he liked it.

He had just spent hours slowly laying down formations, how could he not use them? Right now, he was panting heavily, waiting for his limp and bloodied arm to heal. However, his face was completely expressionless, as though the heavy breathing and broken arm weren't even his own.

Dyon flashed outwards again, seemingly disappearing in an instant before appearing behind one of the weaker elders that were rushing to the position of the still roaring elder. As a sainthood body cultivator, Dyon's vision was already far better than most cultivators even above his station. After all, blood essence cultivation improves all aspects of the body, including the eyes. Because of this, he had sharp and clear sight, even in this dense darkness.

Unfortunately, Dyon also understood that this wasn't much of an advantage. Although these elders were relatively weak, they still practiced the Dragon Refining Art. Even if they hadn't made it to the 4th stage, they would have still had the first level of Dragon Eyes at the very least because one only needed to reach the 2nd stage for this ability. Since they Dragon body-type abilities scaled with cultivation, their vision was tens of times better than a normal lower celestial. As such, Dyon still remained cautious, understanding that not only would they likely be able to see him if he was in their line of sight, they could also see his body heat!

Another agonizing scream erupted as Dyon's fist completely shattered the spine of the elder he aimed for, cutting their numbers from 12 to 10 with a mere two attacks. Although he purposefully didn't kill them, he had definitely crippled their abilities to participate further!

The elders spun around, hoping to catch sight of Dyon, however, he had once again disappeared. They were incredulous, how could it be possible for someone to be so fast?! And why couldn't they sense him?!

At the celestial stage, a soul would gain more properties. As Dyon also had explained to him when he nearly died at Zabia's hand, it was only when the soul reached the 9th stage that it would be capable of leaving the body and operating independently. With this, came many other abilities, including a sort of divine sense or bird's eye view.

However, how could these lower celestials have such an ability? In the cultivation world, finding someone whose soul kept up with their energy cultivation was rare beyond belief. Usually only alchemy or formation experts would invest in such a thing, and even they would usually lag behind substantially. Therefore, these celestials didn't have this divine sense. They could only rely on their instincts and eye sight! Unfortunately, Dyon always attacked from their blind spot, and their Perceptions were weak!

Remarkably, Dyon had had a pseudo divine sense for a long time now. But, he couldn't use it now since his soul was locked away. That said… When his soul did finally break away from its current stage, the world would witness the birth of a divine sense the likes of which had never been seen before!

With their second elder taken down, the cold sweat on the backs of the elders increased.

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"BACK TO BACK!" The calm elder that first noticed they had gone in a large circle barked.

However, how could Dyon allow that? With an expressionless face, ten motes of light accelerated forward with a blinding speed. They seemingly appeared out of nowhere, rushing toward the elders. These were none other than a portion of the arrays Dyon had laid!

The reason why even celestials didn't notice that Dyon had led them in a circle previously was because the path he had taken was much too devious. The truth was that the circle he led them in wasn't even all that large, it was at most a few hundred meters in radius. The path Dyon took was long and winding, but the only places he set down arrays was within this specific circle he mapped out in his mind.

In an instant, the lights were upon the elders. They all simultaneously punched outward. Although they all disdained this weak attack, they didn't dare to underestimate it. After losing two of their elders to injury, how could they have the heart to be arrogant anymore?!

However, that was when something they didn't expect happened. The moment their punches connected, it felt as though they had hit nothing but air… As though they were really trying to punch light. Many of them lost balance, falling head-first in the mote of light. In an instant, all ten figures disappeared, unable to resist the pull of teleportation.

Under normal circumstances, it would be easy for a celestial to resist the pull of an array. Dyon had witnessed this first hand when he tried to teleport away from the Niveus Sect Matriarch. However, these were no normal arrays, they were comet level arrays!

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Maybe if they were a bit more vigilant, they could have at least disrupted the teleportation again. This would have resulted in Dyon's destination for them becoming skewed and them ending up far closer than he wanted them. However, when had these ancient times ever seen formations used in such a way?!

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In the Viserion throne room, Veles sat slouched with a frown on his features. It had been hours since the elders were sent to pursue Dyon, yet there had been no results! Even worse, his dao formation experts had yet to come back from what should have been a simple task. What the hell was going on? Was this truly a plot?

As much as he wanted to go out him, he couldn't act as recklessly as he had in the past. He was a King now. He had no choice but to act as such.

Considering there hadn't been any emergency flairs sent up, there were only two possibilities. One, the entire Viserion army had been wiped out. Even if Veles was beaten to death he wouldn't believe such a thing. His Viserion clan was filled with fierce warriors, a measly barbarian clan couldn't stand up to them. The second was just that the mission took longer than any of them estimated.

His best opportunity to escape the scrutiny of his elders while also participating was to chase Dyon down immediately. He was confident that after his break through, his speed would be no less than Dyon's. However, he had no choice but to tend to Mina. It had taken hours before he finally coaxed the little beauty to sleep.

The truth was that this wasn't like those Chinese light novels with continents that spanned millions of miles across. Within the martial world, such large expanses of land didn't exist in reality and could only be found in artificially built worlds like the Epistemic Tower floors or Planet Earth after it was forced to expand by millions of times, for example. The universe didn't create such large planets naturally. As a result, it was quite easy for a celestial level character to fly around the circumference of a planet in less than an hour. As for dao formation experts, those who specialized in speed might be able to accomplish the feat in minutes, if not seconds should they specialize in the dao of space.

This was all to say that if Veles left now, it wasn't impossible for him to find where a fight was taking place. The problem was that Dyon would never remain in the same place because he understood this concept very well. How could Veles know that Dyon had used his former friend's high opinion of him to do exactly that?

Because Dyon had gone around in a large circle, he was technically still within Viserion territory. If Veles knew this, he might cough up blood in anger. However, there was nothing he could do about this now.

At that moment, an old man with a dignified expression walked in. He seemed completely normal, without any fluctuations of energy whatsoever, but Veles showed a rare sign of respect. He only showed this face to three people. Dyon, Dyon's father, and… His own father!

"Father!" Veles called out to the man who walked in, doing his part as the dutiful son and standing to greet him.

Old man Viserion waved his hand. He didn't believe he was at the age yet where his son had to help him walk. He was well aware that he could extend his life by thousands of years if need be. It was just a shame that he had only had a worthy son so late in life. But, he was gratified that he could watch most of his journey before he passed on.

"Little Veles, you're King now. What are you tearing up for? This old man still has many years left, stop treating me as though I have one foot in the grave."

Veles was actually feeling very guilty at the moment. His father had reached the otherworldly 11th stage of dao formation. If he broke through, he would gain another hundred thousand years of life and Veles would no longer have to worry about this old man of his anymore.

However, old man Viserion simply didn't have enough vitality left to do so.

The reason why only those with overwhelming waited until they were 18 to energy cultivate was exactly because of this. If your talent wasn't up to par, and you tried this method, much of your youthful vitality would be gone before you could cultivate more. However, if you tried to cultivate earlier and before your meridians were mature, your future prospects would dim, likewise. This was the balance that those without special constitutions had to weather.

Unfortunately for Veles' old man, he had fought a large battle about three decades ago. As such, he was forced to burn his blood essence which directly effected his vitality. If it wasn't for that fateful fight, Veles' father would have likely broken through to the 12th dao formation stage by now and could have been working toward the legendary half-step transcendent stage.

However… Instead, he was the fragile old man before him. Although he still had a few thousand years left of life, that was only if he didn't strain himself. The truth was that a few thousand years to someone who had lived hundreds of thousands was the same as a handful of years to a mortal…

This was why Veles had become King so early…

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Veles found this quite depressing. He wanted to spend more years leading the helm of armies and being a grand general whose name shook the heavens. However, he had a responsibility to uphold and he couldn't let his father down.

It was obvious that with Veles' personality, he had exhausted all methods of trying to repair his old man's vitality. This search led him to excessively studying the Dragon Refining Arts to the point where he had reached the level he had today.

There was a simple reason he did so. The vitality of beasts far outweighed that of humans. They usually lived for longer and had a better connection with the universe. So, Veles cleverly thought that if he reached a high enough level of refinement, he would be able to share a small portion of his blood essence with his father. If it was potent enough, maybe he would be able to cure him.

In reality, this would harm Veles' talent and impair his ability to conquer the cosmos in the future. However, for your father, what sacrifices wouldn't you make?

This was why Veles was so pained by the robbery of their sacred treasure. The only reason their mere branch family had the original copy was because he had had a bet with the Viserion main branch on the day of the universe tournament. With him being the winner, and the affair being so public, they were forced to hand it over, or else they would lose a lot of face. This was actually part of the reason they pressured the Ahpuch family to allow Luna to marry Dyon, because they were angered by the fact the Ahpuch had become witnesses to their promise with Veles.

Dyon stealing the Dragon Refining Arts was almost like sentencing Veles' father to death. How could Veles not be angry beyond belief? He felt like tearing that little vixen who stole it apart!

Here, those familiar with an expert's memory might wonder why Veles didn't just memorize the technique. The truth of the matter was he had… memorized the parts he could see.

The Dragon Refining Arts was a truly fascinating divine technique. According the Viserion family, there were 9 stages, each harder to reach than the last. But, when Veles received the book, he realized that there were 18 blank pages while only 9 had words on them! Even if you beat Veles to death he wouldn't believe that such a high level technique just had random blank pages on it.

Normally, he might have ignored this. Since the others of the Viserion long line had never seen what was truly meant to be on those remaining 18 pages, he should just take things one step at a time, no? However, the moment he broke through the major 6th to 7th stage bottle neck, he suddenly felt something special when he looked at the book. As though… It wasn't complete…. Like there was a mountain beyond the one he was climbing now.

When he broke through to the 8th stage, only one away from the supposed peak, the feeling became even stronger! How could he stand the holder of the secret being taken away from him when he was already so close?!

Not only had Dyon stolen his chance to save his father, he might have cut off his former friend's future! This was an irreconcilable event! This grudge wouldn't be settled so easily!

Veles calmed himself so that he could respond to his father, "I know father. I am only feeling guilty. I've trusted the wrong people and I've lost something of overwhelming value." Veles grinded his teeth, unable to contain his emotions.

Old man Viserion gave his son a deep look. Despite his age, his eyes were filled with strength and his back was straight as a javelin. It was as though he was peering into Veles' soul. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but he simply shook his head.

"Don't allow this to cloud your heart. A cultivator's mind state is as important as the techniques they practice. Never forget this."

Veles opened his mouth, but then closed it. It was clear what his father was saying. He had seen through what Veles wanted to sacrifice for him, but while he was touched, how could a father allow their child to sacrifice for them? He would never accept such a thing.

Before the father and son pair could finish their heart to heart, a sudden flash filled the throne room as the sounds of numerous bodies hitting the marble floor filled the room.

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"WHO?!" Veles was already pissed off enough today. Whoever it was that was disturbing his private talk with his father would face the consequence!

But, when he turned around, he was immediately stunned speechless. Weren't these the celestials that went off to chase Dyon?! How did they end up here?! And why were they all on their asses?! What the hell happened?!

However, when he looked to question them, he saw that they too were confused about what happened. There was a flash of light, and all of a sudden they were here!

"WHAT KIND OF EXPLANATION IS THAT?!" How could Veles accept such a reason?! He knew from the beginning that Dyon would decide to separate so as not to implicate the Angel Clan, so that meant that 10 celestials were outdone by a saint?! What kind of person with even half a brain cell would accept such a thing?!

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The elders shivered on the ground, not even daring to stand up in front of Veles' rage. They still didn't have a single clue of how they ended up here, but now they were facing the anger of their King, so they could only remain silent.

In truth, they only had themselves to blame. They were too greedy and not careful enough. They ended up underestimating their opponent, and in the end, they suffered for it.

But, when they tried to relay the story, Veles got even angrier.

"FUCK!! SO YOU'RE SAYING THERE WEREN'T TEN OF YOU, BUT TWELVE?!" The more Veles thought about it, the more he raged.

In that instant, another blinding light fell and two heavily bandaged elders fell to the ground, groaning.

When Veles saw this, his face went such a dark shade of red that they were afraid it might explode. Veles was one more push away from fainting in anger.

However, he was calmed by his father's wrinkled hand resting on his shoulder. "Calm down, Veles. I'm sure you already have a plan to move forward, don't you?" He said knowingly.

A sinister glow flashed through Veles' features. "It's already too late to seal this information completely, but take this list of spies and detain them all. I've already placed them under watch, so they won't have been able to leave."

The celestials were shocked by their King's sudden change in demeanor, but they remained quiet. For some reason, this calm version of their King filled them with endless fear.

"Tomorrow, we will go to Moon Clan and ally with them." The glow in Veles' eyes became more and more savage the more he spoke.

He had no doubt that the Moon Clan would accept his alliance because he had information on the Angel Clan no one else had! He knew exactly why the Moon Clan was so wary, it wasn't just the power of Dyon's father, but also the fact that their clan was simply filled with too many mysteries!

Although Veles didn't want the Moon Clan to know that the reason he was warring with the Angel Clan was to retrieve the Viserion technique, especially since the Moon Clan was allied with the Ahpuch clan, he knew they wouldn't dare ask why he had had a sudden change of heart because he could provide something they had been longing for!

In the end, the Moon Clan was treat their not asking questions as payment for the information the Viserion branch clan provided. In this way, Veles would be able to show his sincerity by completely selling Dyon out and would also be able to keep his intentions secret. The last thing he wanted was for the Ahpuch Clan to gain the his Viserion clan's Dragon Refining Art.

Hearing these words, Veles' father frowned. He had been best friends with Dyon's father… And now his son was about to destroy the clan his sworn brother had spent so many hard years keeping afloat? To say that he had complicated feelings was an understatement. However, all he could do was sigh. It was no longer his place to change his son's decisions so publicly. The moment he handed over the position of King, he no longer had the right. He was not like Concubine Mina, he had to keep his emotions in check.

'Old friend… I'm afraid your son has made a big mistake… Are you still alive?... I can no longer protect your Angel Clan…' With that final thought, old man Viserion disappeared in a wisp of smoke as though he was never standing there.

"I WILL CRUSH THE ANGEL CLAN BENEATH MY FEET!" Veles roared.

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At this moment, Dyon had quickly used his last remaining strength to exit the Viserion Clan territory. If he was caught there in the morning, it wouldn't be a good look.

The moment he did, he fell and stumbled into a river, allowing it to carry him down while he tried to recuperate. Obviously, this was one of the landscapes he had accounted for long ago. After drifting for a moment, Dyon flashed out of the water and into a mount range, yet another landscape, still not daring to use his wings.

Finally, he came to the place he planned on just as the sun was about to peak over the horizon.

He had expertly gotten rid of his trail using the river, before disappearing into a winding mountain range. He doubted that even dao formation experts could track him now. He was too cautious.

Because anyone intelligent would know that his final destination would be the Angel Clan, Dyon had to find a way to approach his clan from a direction completely opposing that of the Viserion clan.

Dyon knew that by this point, Veles would likely have chosen to ally with the Moon Clan. He had touched his bottom line, wasn't this an obvious result?

As for why the Moon Clan would ever trust him, that would easily be resolved considering how much information Veles had on the Angel Clan. Considering Dyon had also thoroughly explained his battle strategy to Veles as well, it could be said that only he truly understood everything aside from Dyon and Amphorae.

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However, Dyon didn't seem to have any reaction. His face was still cold, and his heart? Even colder.

He scaled a mountain all while his body ached, before diving into a valley between the mountain and cutting into its face with a master grade sword he had taken from the Angel Clan. Then, he began to meditate.

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Quickly, Dyon began swallowing pills. A light flashed in his eyes when he felt their impurities, but he immediately used a purple-gold aurora stone to burn them away, leaving behind the pure medicinal effect.

In modern times, it was impossible to do this. For one, aurora stones were practically extinct. Without the Energy Core, it would be impossible to create them. The only quadrants who would have them were the oldest ones within the top ten of the Epistemic Tower rankings.

The second reason this was impossible was because auroras, like even Dyon's innate one, had lost their violent tendencies. This was done deliberately by Dyon's grand teacher in order to make it safe to use and pass along.

That said, there was a way to remove impurities though, that would just by using the aurora flame to guide them out of one of the body's orifices. It was more time consuming, and took more control, but it was possible. This was how Dyon removed the pill that Madeleine's former master had forced on her.

In that moment, the efficacy of the pill skyrocketed. It was originally a crude grandmaster level pill that Dyon was sure his grand teacher was disdain to label as such, but with Dyon's manipulation, it became a true treasure.

A flooding warmth overwhelmed Dyon as his wounds began to heal at a visible speed.

It was a secret that the efficacy of pills were decided by the percentage purity. However, Dyon had never had to harp on such things so he normally ignored it completely. With his skills and Perception, concocting pills with 100% purity was child's play. His soul talent was simply too high.

Maybe the only reason Dyon hadn't realized just how amazing such a feat was, was because he had never truly interacted with other alchemists. The first one he could truly name as such was Madeleine's mother, Nora. However, even then it was short because he still disdained the fact those two old fogies hadn't told Madeleine their identities.

With how intelligent Madeleine was, Dyon was sure she had likely seen through it. With her normally calm and laid back husband suddenly snapping at two dao formation experts, with such pointed remarks about parenthood, how could she not tell? But, she chose not to say anything.

It had already been a long time since Madeleine saw Dyon as her closest family. Even though her foster parents raised her with love, they made the wrong decisions time and time again. So, while Madeleine still loved them, she had slowly drifted apart from them.

That aside, when Dyon learned that Nora couldn't even concoct a pill his grand teacher labeled as a master level one, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Was this really a supposed Moon level alchemist? Wasn't that joke too fierce?

The truth of the matter was that there were some pills that could only be completed if the alchemist was capable of creating with a certain level of purity. Most of Dyon's grand teacher's formulas required at least 90% purity to be completed. Such a thing was incredibly rare in modern times and the only pills with such requirements were practically holy grails to alchemy guilds.

What these alchemists didn't know was that it was only by understanding the universe by studying formations, before combining that knowledge with your alchemy, would you be able to reach such levels of purity.

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Nora was exceptionally talented in the way of the aurora. Unfortunately, she was brain washed into believing that the disciplines should be separate. So, the reality was that it wasn't just Dyon's soul talent that allowed him to do the "impossible", it was also his luck in finding good teachers.

After taking a deep breath, Dyon settled himself. Today would be the day of the evacuation, and he couldn't afford to bring trouble to the Angel Clan now. Therefore, he had to waste some more time for now and only go back the following day. While he was sure that Veles sent experts to surround the Angel Clan to check for when he came back, he knew that with Veles' character, he wouldn't attack innocents. So, he wasn't worried about that.

Finally, Dyon's injuries were dealt with, so he finally took out the Dragon Refining Arts. Since he was being punished for a crime he didn't commit, he might as well take full advantage, no? He had wanted to see what was inside for a long while anyway.

It was lucky for him that after leaving a certain range, he was able to put the tome into his spatial ring again without worrying about it bursting out in alarms. However, that experience let him know that there were likely many formations protecting this large book. So, he approached cautiously.

Since the world was against him, he'd give it a reason to be against him.

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In the Angel Clan, Amphorae had taken full control of the situation. She displayed courage and leadership the old-fashioned Angel Clan Ministers couldn't help but be in awe of.

Even after hearing that her husband was in a precarious situation, Amphorae showed no change in emotions and immediately gripped the reins of the clan even tighter, carrying out actions swiftly and effectively. The evacuation was on schedule and they were already prepared to move out.

No one knew the inner turmoil raging through Amphorae's heart or the fierce hatred she now felt for Luna.

All this time, not once had Amphorae had a single negative thought toward Luna. Even after her childhood sweetheart was stolen from her, even after she was neglected, even after she rarely saw the face of the woman who ruined her life, Amphorae never hated her. But now? Even if Luna was dying a death filled with agony before her, she would extend a hand to help.

However, Amphorae kept all of this bottled up. Her long red-gold hair danced in the wind as she floated above the clan like a goddess monitoring her people… Feeling the loneliness of a ruler.

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Opening the Dragon Refining Arts, Dyon immediately set out on memorizing it. He understood that despite this being a trial, his grand teacher had used an odd path of time will in order to create this world. That meant that everything in this time had a basis on historical truth, and that went for the techniques as well. This was why Dyon did his due diligence in looking over ancient formation arrays and the theories behind it. Now, he would do the same for this Art.

About 2 or so years ago by now, considering how much time Dyon spent in the first trial, Dyon had had a good talk with Zabia about his goals for the future. One of them was his idea of using the millions of bronze and silver dragon reverse scales that he had gained from the Daiyu tombs to outfit his Demon Generals with them. He believed that this sort of intimidation ability would be great for the battle field.

When Dyon had thought through this, he could hardly imagine how powerful armies of the Drago-Qilin lands were. But, the truth was that he thought too much of them.

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While Dragons could all, in fact, use Dragon Soul domains to intimidate and lower the battle power of their enemy, because of the innate arrogance of the Dragon race, their reverse scales obviously followed suit. Because of this, whenever two Dragon Souls overlapped, they would actively try and weaken each other. If the difference was too great, the weaker of the two would immediately shatter. As a result, Dragon armies refrained from using their Dragon Souls in large scale combat situations and would only do so in one on one fights.

Understanding this, some might wonder why reverse scales were so important to Dragons then. In a world where conquering lands was so important, why invest so much in a technique you could only use on a small scale?

The reason was two-fold. For one, it was a matter of prestige deeply ingrained into their culture. The second reason was much more reasonable, though.

While reverse scales had the function of projecting a Dragon Soul, which wasn't a soul attack at all, ironically, it also had another function. It was the storage place of a Dragon or Qilin's blood essence! The most potent and important blood source in all creatures was found in this place. Knowing this, is it not obvious now why forming a higher grade reverse scale was so important to them?

Body cultivation could be aptly renamed blood cultivation, and no one would object. The truth of body cultivation is simply tempering one's blood essence and fusing it with your bone marrow through a highly painful process. Using this method, your blood essence would increase the quality of your normal blood, thereby strengthening your whole body in response.

However, much like energy and soul cultivation, talent varies drastically between different individuals. At the moment, Dyon wasn't making efficient use of his newly gained body cultivation talent because he wasn't using his own blood essence as a base, instead, he was using the Demon Sage's. This wasn't a bad thing, per se, mostly because the Demon Sage had reached such a high level of attainment in body cultivation. However, if Dyon managed to find a way to meld his blood essence base with the Demon Sage's, there would be a vast improvement, not only in his speed, but also quality.

Dyon understood this concept long ago, it was just that it was too difficult to do. In truth, he didn't even know if it was possible, he had only thought of it fleetingly before focusing on other things.

At the time this thought crossed Dyon mind, he had been thinking about what would happen if he had managed to integrate all three blood essences within him to 100%. At first, he naively believed that if he did so, he would have the stacked power of all three masters. However, after doing some preliminary research, he learned that he was wrong, and the reason was because of this concept of fusing blood essence bases.

Because the Demon Sage's blood essence was of such higher quality than Dyon's master or his martial father, their effect when coupled with the Demon Sage would be completely blocked out. For an analogy, imagine taking a cup of any size and filling it with golf balls, at a certain point, that cup would become full and unable to take any more. However, there would be a lot of wasted space within that could never be used. Here, the cup symbolizes a cultivator's bone, while the golf balls symbolize a lower grade blood essence like Dyon's master's since she hardly focused on body cultivation.

Then, say with that same cup, still filled with golf balls, you then began to pour small marbles into it. Wouldn't you then fill much of the empty space? This could be said to symbolize Dyon's martial father, since he was a qilin, he spent much more time on his body cultivation. However, the Demon Sage's bodily essence would without a doubt be the finest grain of sand!

In the end, the cup filled represents the peak power attained by all three blood essences fused together. However, the marbles and gold balls hardly help in increasing one's power because much of the work is done by the sand!

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At this point, one might be surprised. After all, although Dyon's martial father wasn't a supreme beast, he was still a peak transcendent one who managed to reach high attainments in cultivation before he died. Could a human really supersede him? But, this was just how tyrannical that Demon Sage was! Even among the most domineering beasts, his aura and body cultivation talent didn't lose out one bit!

Obviously, once Dyon learned this about the result of fusing his three blood essences, he decisively used the celestial deer and demon qilin blood lines to power his Florence family technique. Before, he hadn't even bothered to think of his own blood essence because he was too weak. He knew that other than his soul, he had no other talent.

But, now, it was completely different. His blood essence would supplied by the talent of tens of billions, how could he continue to ignore it. The problem was that fusing a true base blood essence with an external one was a technique Dyon had never heard of, even in his master's memories.

The question was, why could he fuse the other three blood essences, but was now struggling with two? The answer was simple. While the other blood essences only worked to fill the cup, Dyon base blood essence had characteristics of being the cup itself! On top of that, his blood essence wasn't sand… It was water!

Going back to the analogy, the closer in power and the stronger two blood essences are, the harder they are to combine. While it's easy to fill sand between the cracks of golf balls and marbles, it was exceedingly difficult to fit water between the cracks of sand. If you put in too much, the water would float above before slowly being drained, if you lost patience, the cup would overflow!

Even more unfortunately, the cultivation world didn't like to always follow nice and simple analogies. Because Dyon's base blood essence was actually a part of the cup, deciphering which aspects of it should be fused, and which shouldn't, was another complicated issue. In the end, Dyon had just placed the dilemma to the side, not having the knowledge to deal with it.

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To Dyon, if all he could use his overwhelming body cultivation talent for was to unlock constitutions to boost his affinities, he wouldn't mind. After all, just because he couldn't make full use of his newfound blood essence, didn't mean his new talent didn't have its own advantages. However, this Dragon Refining Arts provided him an interesting opportunity to solve this problem!

This was all to say that if Dyon could pry the secrets of this tome apart, he might learn the secret to learning how to make full use of his blood essence's talent.

Why was this important? Considering the second reason Dragons cultivate their reverse scales again, it was about increasing their blood essence's talent, and thus enlarging their cup. Simply put, it was easier to drink from a cup that was less filled, than one with water brimming at its rims. Not only would you gain more control, it would be easier to handle more water and add more water.

In much the same way, Dyon's cup should have been larger than anyone could even imagine. However, he was currently still using the very same cup he had before he fused with the male body kernel.

This meant that Dyon might not even be able to improve his integration beyond a certain point! In fact, Dyon's original limit would have been about the 30% mark he was approaching right now! If this continued, his body wouldn't be able to contain his quickly growing soul, and he would die. Luckily for Dyon, he never worried about this because he never knew. And now, it seemed like the heavens were smiling down on him with this opportunity. His Heaven's Blessing increasing was truly making its presence felt.

All of this said, it wasn't impossible to increase this cup size. It wasn't as rigid as talent. The unfortunate problem was that the only way to increase the cup size was by energy cultivating. This was the truth behind why energy cultivation was so much more popular than body cultivating. Not only could it support the soul, it supported the body! It was no wonder why most gravitated toward it.

Why would a talent focus on their body or soul when they knew that they soul would always be limited by their body, and their body would always be limited by their energy, all while their energy would never be limited by anything other than their talent!?

Dragons followed the same concept, except they had a cheat code of sorts. They didn't have to energy cultivate to increase their cup size, although they had the option if they chose to. They could also choose to increase the grade of their reverse scale and the results would be the same!

A lower bronze grade reverse scale would be able to handle 80% integration with the Demon Sage! This was the vast difference between humans and beasts.

One has to acknowledge the fact that the higher the integration, the more difficult it becomes. Integrating 30% was hundreds, if not thousands of times easier than integrating 80%. This was why, despite the fact a lower bronze grade reverse scale could integrate 80%, it would take a lower gold grade reverse scale to integrate 90%, and it would take a Peak King Grade Reverse Scale to integrate 100%!

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Thinking to this point, Dyon immediately immersed himself in the tome. He was certain that what allowed a human to integrate a reverse scale had to be some sort of method that allowed one to integrate their base blood essence with an outside source. Not only that, but it had to be complex as well and somehow had to override the rules of the universe.

Remember, one wasn't able to take the blood essence of a dead individual unless they were given consent or there was a chain of consent. Yet, for some reason, this rule didn't apply to reverse scales used with this technique, nor did it count toward reverse scales conquered through combat.

This was the universe's way of balancing things. Every good thing was coupled with a bad. Because dragons and qilins were able to increase the size of their "cups" through battle, they also had to allow the possibility of their essence powering their enemies after their death and without their consent.

By the time Dyon had turned to the 9th page, searing the technique into his mind, it was already night of the following day. It had already been a day and a half since Dyon was chased out of the Viserion Clan, however, he found it to be worth it.

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Without his soul, Dyon couldn't speed read, which was why it took him so long to get through the first 9 stages and memorize them. While nine pages didn't seem like a long, the pages of the tome were large and the font was quite small.

In addition to these two points, body cultivation techniques often included complex diagrams of the human body and detailed explanations. It was as though Dyon was reading a medical textbook teaching him about an organ system he had never even heard of before. Even more poignant was the fact that this technique require creating an all new organ system for the body. It was almost like the process of tempering your meridians, except you would have to create them. The level of complexity was off the charts. It was no wonder so few made it to its peak.

Dyon had suddenly come to an understanding, though. The circulatory system of dragons and qilins were far more complex than that of humans. And, it was exactly this complexity that allowed for them to integrate the blood essence of other of their species so easily.

The problem here was that since the system of a human was far less complex and far less robust. Within the average human body, a fully-grown adult would have 100,000 miles of vein and artery tracks. However, in the body of dragon, to say it was a million times that amount wouldn't be an exaggeration in the least!

Not only did Dyon need to memorize these patterns within the diagram, he had to use the calculations within the tome to adjust them for his body type. In addition, he also had to account for his transformations in the future so that they could expand and contract along with him easily, the same way the rest of his body did.

This was without a doubt a peak divine level technique. If someone told Dyon it was at a level even surpassing that, he would believe it without hesitation. Suddenly, the level of impressiveness of Veles' feats began apparent.

At the same time, Dyon understood why his boost in body cultivation talent gave him such a boost in controlling all aspects of his body. If all top level body cultivation techniques required such fine manipulation, Dyon had an unprecedented advantage!

In the end, the Dragon Refining Arts was simply a process of forging a Dragon body for yourself. By then connecting allowing a symbiotic relationship with this newly formed circulatory system along with your old one, it would then become easy to integrate a reverse scale for yourself. The reason it was necessary to wait until the 5th stage before one could have a reverse scale is because it's only at that point that there would be enough Dragon Veins, as the tome aptly named them, to support it. By that point, one could use reverse scales as though they were energy stones, although instead of progressing your energy cultivation, you would be progressing your Dragon Refining Arts.

This method of integration also gave Dyon another wild idea. If he studied the veins of other supreme beasts, could he integrate their blood essences too? It seemed beast taming might have more benefits than he once thought…

Dyon took a deep breath when he had finally reached the end of the 9th page. However, when he flipped through his mind, superimposing the stages and comparing and contrasting, he realized that it was somehow… Incomplete!

If Veles had heard Dyon's conclusion, he would have been shocked beyond belief. It wasn't until he reached the 7th stage, having grasped and practiced a large portion of the technique that he understood this. And yet, Dyon had done it by tracing the process out in his mind? Maybe monster was the only way to describe him…

Dyon's brow wrinkled a bit before he flipped backward, scanning through the numerous Dragon and Human diagrams, trying to see if he missed something. The problem was that he was sure that the last 18 pages were blank! Even though he found it odd, he had decided to ignore it for the sake of memorizing the first portions first. But, now it seemed he had no choice but to delve into the mystery of the rest of the tome.

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Dyon flipped to the 10th page, staring blankly for a long time.

After a while, he did something that seemed completely insane. Bringing his hand forward, he grabbed the top of the blank page before tearing downward with all his might.

BOOM!

Dyon was flung backward by the tome, causing him to slam in the back of the cave he had dug out. The blow was so fierce that a Dyon shaped hole was now clearly etched and even the mountains above shook violently.

The tome hovered in the air as though looking down on Dyon's sorry figure spit of copious amounts of blood.

Throughout the entire process, Dyon didn't even make a noise of complaint. It was as though he disdained to feel any pain at the moment. However, that was only half of the truth. He had expected this to happen already.

With this he had confirmed one thing: The latter 18 pages had the exact same protections as the first 9!

With Dyon's current knowledge, he could only think of two possibilities. The first was that the tome was created to house this technique, however, the originator died before they could finish. The second was that the latter 18 pages were hidden!

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Within the cells of the Angel Clan dungeon, a petite woman sat in a corner with her knees drawn to her chest. Despite the pungent smell and disgusting floor, she seemed to still be without blemish. It was as though there was a halo of energy around her keeping her without blemish. However, that energy couldn't stop the tears that were still streaming down her delicate cheeks. All she could think about was the cold glance and heartless words her supposed husband had thrown at her before tossing her away like trash.

"Am I supposed to pity you?" A cold voice suddenly tore through the quiet atmosphere causing Luna's trembling shoulder to freeze. But, she didn't dare to look up. How could she have the courage to meet the owner of this voice right now?

Seeing that she didn't answer, the voice continued. "Since it's been two days now, and the evacuation is complete, it's time that I question you." The voice continued indifferently as though even spending time ridiculing Luna was beneath them. "Answer quickly and honestly. The Angel Clan doesn't take kindly to traitors. The only reason you haven't been punished yet is because our King has yet to return. Don't make the punishment worse than it already is."

This voice obviously belonged to Amphorae. She hadn't confronted Luna all this time because she not only disdained to, but she though that it would be more appropriate if Dyon did so. However, with her husband having still not returned, the information Luna likely knew was much too important to ignore any longer. There were only a little over two days left now until the Moon Clan stormed them, so in order to deal with the possibility of Dyon not being able to make it back in time, Amphorae had no choice.

She furrowed her eyebrows earlier when she walked in after seeing just how many chains were around Luna, but she said nothing. The clan had used their best dao formation cuffs, but according to the Ministers, none of them knew was Luna's cultivation was.

Amphorae had never heard of such a thing. Was Luna really so powerful? Powerful to the point of being able to hide her cultivation from such experts?

Thinking to this point, Amphorae had no choice but to take a more cautious approach. So, she immediately ordered for them to use their best restricting treasures, not holding anything back.

"What is the Moon Clan's purpose?" Amphorae started with a simple question. If need be, she had already steeled herself to torture Luna. For a woman she hated, it only made it easier.

Surprisingly, Luna answered without hesitation. Even with her streaking tears, her voice was incomparably calm, holding a deep loneliness within…

"To steal the source of your spiritual vein."

Amphorae frowned. She was half surprised and half worried. But, she suppressed it for now.

"Why?"

"It's the only energy source capable of extracting my primordial yin safely."

Amphorae's frown deepened. How could Luna still have her primordial yin? Hadn't her husband taken it on their wedding night?

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What Amphorae didn't know was that Dyon hadn't touched Luna only just a couple days ago. She also didn't know that despite Luna's words, he had successfully taken it. But, for now, she could only guess that this had some special reason… Likely the same reason even dao formation experts couldn't see this woman's cultivation.

"How did they find out about our energy source?"

"The spiritual vein in your clan, although you've isolated it, has grown far too large. It even wraps around the core of Planet Haven. No formation is enough to protect such a gargantuan vein. It was noticed the moment those experts came to this planet 30 years ago."

When Amphorae heard this, she frowned. So, it really wasn't Luna who sold them out? For some reason, she didn't believe that anything she was hearing was a lie.

"What does this have to do with you marrying my husband?"

"Nothing. He won a universe tournament 30 years ago without knowing that the prize was my hand in marriage. He took responsibility for his mistake by taking me as his wife and defying my father."

Amphorae was stunned. This was the first time she was hearing this story. In her life, she had never stepped foot outside of the Angel Clan, so she had no idea this had transpired. In truth, among those she knew, only Dyon and Veles had been there, aside from Luna, of course.

But… If they met this way…

"Then?...." Amphorae couldn't bring herself to finish the question. She had come here for the sake of the clan, yet she was embarrassingly asking a question for the sake of her personal heart demons.

"Then why did he fall in love with me? That's what you want to ask, isn't it?" Luna laughed a self-deprecating laugh. It was filled with so much anger, helplessness, remorsefulness and shame that even Amphorae, who hated this woman to the depths of her soul, couldn't help but feel a tinge of pity.

"You will always be the woman he loves most in this world." Luna said, her voice croaking for the first time. "I only used petty tricks and underhanded means to make him fall for me. His affections are nothing more than a spell he's been under for the last 30 years."

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Amphorae was stunned. A mixture of anger and resentment flashed through her face. Luna hadn't said much, but how much more did she need to understand? All of these years she had spent thinking she wasn't good enough, that she had no choice but to temper her feelings… That she just didn't have a right to love in this lifetime… It was all because of this woman before her?!

After moments passed, Amphorae finally managed to suppress her emotions. Now was not the time to vent her frustrations, nor was it the time to set off on a revenge war path. However, what this did do was elevate Dyon's position in her heart to a point where no one could contest it. This was especially so after Luna explained further without any prompting.

The man she loved had never abandoned her. In fact, he had somehow fought back through all these years, racked with endless guilt before finally making his way back to her. When Amphorae learned that Dyon had never even touched Luna until a day or so ago, it was like all of her resentment from the past decades were washed away.

The human heart was complex. No matter how much someone loves another, it was often times impossible to remove shadows that weighed on it. Although Dyon had gained Amphorae's forgiveness, it was impossible for him to remove the bitterness she felt in her heart in a short time. There was even a strong possibility that she would always feel that inferiority for the rest of her life.

Before Amphorae knew all of this, she had felt gratified that Dyon had come back to her, but in the back of her mind, she thought that he had only done so for the sake of the clan. After so many years of neglecting the Imperial Concubines, the inner strife of the Angel Clan had reached an unprecedented level. Amphorae couldn't help but feel like a tool for Dyon to grasp hold of the clan's morale again…

However, now she knew that none of this was ever her husband's choice. His heart was simply too warm and he trusted the wrong people… And yet, he had somehow fought through all of that and grasped a hold of his mind again.

As for Dyon taking Luna's virginity, she didn't care. In fact, in Amphorae's mind, it was good that this woman before her had suffered a loss of something. Wouldn't it have been too much of a joke if she spent all these years leading her husband by the nose, yet kept her purity? Amphorae even had the mind to throw her to the military brigs and let the army have their way with her. If it wasn't for her former status as Dyon's woman, Amphorae wouldn't have hesitated.

It wasn't that Amphorae couldn't see that Luna was remorseful, but she couldn't be sure. This woman had managed to trick them all for 30 years and had just now practically sentenced their Angel Clan to death!

What were they going to do about a joint attack between the Moon and Viserion Clans? The Moon Clan was a Royal God Clan who had three other God Clans under their rule. And that wasn't even mentioning the backing of the Ahpuch clan! In fact, there was no guarantee that the main Viserion branch wouldn't get involved considering it was their hallowed technique that was stolen! The only saving grace for the latter matter was that Amphorae was familiar with Veles and knew he was much too prideful to do such a thing. Which almost made her wonder why it was he had set that pride down to attack with the Moon Clan….

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'Maybe he won't?...' Amphorae's brow furrowed. She hadn't gotten word that Veles allied with the Moon Clan, but the Angel Clan information network was far too weak to intercept such important inner workings. So, Amphorae had decided to exaggerate and take into account all worst case scenarios because it was only like this that she would manage to overcome this shortcoming. But, she just now realized that if she accounted for the Moon-Viserion alliance, she should also account for the possibility of the main Viserion Clan getting involved.

However, she immediately dismissed the idea. While the Ahpuch clan was involved, it was only to the extent that their first prince and his guards were here. It was as though the Ahpuch clan had washed their hands of this.

Since this was the case, there was a reason… And it was likely that that reason also bound the Viserions since the two Emperor God Clans were in an alliance.

The more Amphorae thought about it, the more her emotions settled. While the Viserion branch clan attacking was a bit unexpected and worrisome, it had its advantages. The warriors of the Angel Clan were quite familiar with the Viserion warriors. Also, the Viserion battle form had a major time restriction that could also be taken advantage of. Not all of them were like their King who could practically spend an entire day and night in his second battle form. But, even Veles could only use his third battle form for at most half an hour.

Amphorae inadvertently began to pace as she melded the new information she was gathering with her husband's laid out plans. The more she did so, the more in awe of Dyon she became. It was as though every question she asked already had its answer…

The only problem was that if Dyon didn't get back before the battle began, their ultimate trump card would be unusable.

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After about half an hour, Amphorae had arranged her thoughts and calmed, "Tell me about this method you used on my husband. Is he still under its influence? If so, how do I remove it? Is his life in danger?"

"I - …" Luna's face was still buried between her knees, but it was clear that she had difficulty explaining. "I have the ability to manipulate energy as I see fit. Normally, cultivators are limited to what energies they can utilize by their cultivation, but I have no such limits. Not only can I manipulate them easily, it also comes with a host of other abilities even I'm not all too familiar with or aware of.

"One of my abilities allows me to subtly manipulate the emotions of others, and if that person is unconscious, I have no need of using any subtlety at all. The truth is that the energies of the universe aren't limited to essence, saint, celestial and enigmatic, there are other profound energies most aren't aware of and even less understand. One of these is the life essence of a person. This life essence decides everything from personality and temperament to vitality and life span…"

By now, how could Amphorae not understand? In fact, the mere fact she did horrified her. Was there really such an overpowered ability in this world?

Luna saying that she could manipulate all the energies of the world freely meant that Life Essence was no different! If a person was conscious, she could manipulate it subtly, changing small things. For example like… Making Amphorae believe every word she had spoken until now!

Amphorae suddenly realized why she was so trusting and why she felt conflicting emotions about protecting vs harming Luna.

Even further, what happened between her and Dyon was obvious. Someone had managed to knock her husband out and while he slept, Luna made him fall madly in love with her!

"His life isn't in danger… But, it's already impossible for me to undo what I've done. If it was so easy to make people fall out of love after it was already deeply seeded, I would have likely made him forget you long ago…" Luna said softly.

What she said wasn't without merit. Her mission would have been far easier if Dyon fell out of love with Amphorae and he would have been far easier to manipulate. From then until now, Luna still had no idea how Dyon resisted, let alone broken away from her. But, her means weren't by any stretch infallible.

In real life, just because someone has fallen in love, doesn't mean they couldn't learn to hate that person. Unfortunately for Luna, Amphorae had never once did anything to make Dyon hate her…

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Years ago, Luna had tried once, but failed miserably. There was once a personal guard named Michael who Luna subtly manipulated to make him fall madly in love with Amphorae. It took time, but because so many had hidden feelings for this red-headed beauty, it wasn't too difficult either. But, even after he asked Amphorae to leave with him, Amphorae refused.

Luna never dared to tell this story. She knew that if Dyon knew this, his hatred for her would become so deeply seeded that her heart wouldn't be able to take it. Even though she never meant any harm and was only trying to give Amphorae the happy ending she had stolen from her, her actions had inadvertently led to Michael's death.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Luna hated herself. She was the cause of all of this, and even when she tried to help, she failed and was only hated more. Her once strong mind seemed to take hit after endless hit.

Eventually, Amphorae collected herself. The fact Luna dared to tell her this ability of hers likely meant she wasn't lying, but Amphorae couldn't help but be even more cautious.

"His life isn't in danger… In fact, his life span should be longer than a normal individual's now. Even if he doesn't achieve much on the path to cultivation, he should be able to live to a few dozen millennia old… That is the only gift I could give him…"

Amphorae was once again stunned. The life span of a celestial was only ten thousand years! Yet, Luna had practically just said that Dyon could live to almost 40,000 years old or more easily even if he doesn't cultivate any further. Just what kind of abilities did this woman have?! Where were her limits?!

When Amphorae thought back to Luna's explanation of Life Essence energy, she suddenly understood. Since it decided vitality and life span, since Luna could manipulate it, she would definitely be able to affect someone's lifespan to a certain extent!

However… What Amphorae didn't know was that this ability of Luna's could only be used by siphoning away her own Life Essence to another… Although she could also do this by taking the Life Essence of someone who was unconscious, Luna disdained to do so. How cruel was it to steal the life force of someone else?... She couldn't bear to do so.

There was only one person she had ever done this to. The only person she had ever hated with her everything and the only person in the world Luna believed deserved such a thing… The only person she had ever forcibly taken Life Essence from was her very own father…

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Over time, Amphorae slowly learned of more of Luna's abilities… The more she learned, the more shocked she became… She became certain that if Luna said she wasn't a Goddess, no one was worthy of claiming the title.

However, in the end, it seemed that Luna's abilities were still too weak. She was still bound by many things and could only fully display her abilities if the target was unconscious. And even then, it had to be a deep sleep, making things even more difficult for her.

That said, her abilities were only limited by her ability to control when it came to everything else. Luna could even send a sharp wave of enigmatic energy if she so chose and the only price she'd pay was a bit of mental fatigue. She was truly heaven defying! It was no wonder those mysterious clans wanted her primordial yin so badly! If her virgin essence gave even 1% of 1% of the abilities she had, wouldn't it be giving whoever conquered her the wings of a God Above Heaven?

On top of all of that, that was only if that man was completely incompetent. If someone actually managed to properly refine such a primordial yin, gaining about 10% of Luna's abilities wasn't impossible!

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One could only imagine what someone with a ruthless personality would do with such an ability…

"… yes, it's essentially impossible for me to be hurt by any energy-based attack if I don't wish them to. The same isn't true of physical ones though…" Luna continued to explain

"Alright, that's enough," Amphorae waved her hand, not inclined to listen anymore. "Then, tell me about these mysterious clans. Will they participate?" Amphorae already knew the answer to this question, but she had to. Luckily for her, because Luna's spatial ring was taken away, Laura had no idea that this questioning session was taking place.

"I don't know much about them…" Luna said softly. "I only know that the Universe Tournament attracted their attention because such large events don't usually happen on our small planet…

"When they came to check out of curiosity, they not only detected your spiritual vein, they also saw through the uniqueness of my body… Their methods… Are unfathomable…"

A solemn expression spread on Amphorae's features. She knew just how right Luna was.

Although their planet was small, they didn't lack dao formation experts despite them being rare. Yet, none of them detected the vein. Even the elders of the Ahpuch and Viserion main clans who came to the Universe Tournament hadn't! Just what kind of existences could do what those monsters couldn't do in a mere instant?!

There were only two explanations… One was that their cultivations were much higher… Or… Their daos and comprehensions far exceeded that of theirs.

"But, there's something I still don't understand. If these experts are so unfathomable, why have they waited so long?" Amphorae's eyes narrowed.

"Because your husband's father is even more unfathomable!" When the words 'your husband' escaped her lips, Luna trembled imperceptibly, but she steeled herself. Since she had gotten herself into this situation, she would accept her fate.

Hearing this, Amphorae was sure if she should believe it or not. After spending her whole life in the clan, she wasn't sure how other experts stacked up to her Angel Clan. However, was it really possible for a King of such a small clan to be so powerful? And if he was so powerful, what about the other Angel Clan elders, were they as well?

Luna didn't need to look up to understand Amphorae's thoughts, "You look down on your Angel Clan too much. I don't know what happened in your past to cause you to decline to this extent, but there is no doubt that among humans, there is no more domineering bloodline than yours.

"Whether it's that man, or his father… They both have accomplished unfathomable things…"

"What happened?" Amphorae finally asked.

Luna took a deep breath. "After your husband placed first in the Universe Tournament and defeated Jabari, the Ahpuch were obviously unhappy and had thoughts of killing him. However, they were directly supressed by the Viserions who usually take opportunities where they have the moral high ground to dampen the Ahpuch family prestige and power. It's not that they're so good, but rather they're hypocritical bastards." Luna spat.

"After being surprised and having the situation explained to him, your King took responsibility very publicly, and my father had no choice but to smile and accept. However, in private, he tried to directly supress him. At the time, my father was already a dao formation expert and your husband was a mere lower saint, there was obviously no contest.

"My father proceeded to viciously beat him. The truth was that the simplest thing to do would have been to directly kill him, but my father wanted to humiliate him."

With her own anger clouding her judgement, Amphorae almost missed the rage in Luna's voice. 'She can't really care for my Dyon, can she?'

Luna sneered, "But, what that father of mine didn't know was who your husband was. If he had known, that spineless coward wouldn't have dared to raise a finger. Unfortunately, your King wasn't willing to divulge the name of your Angel Clan for fear of implicating them in his problems, so from begin to end, he used a fake name."

Tears fell from Luna's eyes, "If those men and women from that mysterious clan didn't come, he would have died that day."

Thinking back to Dyon's courage and conviction, Luna's heart began to swell with a deep disdain for herself. Why didn't she have such heart?

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The truth of the matter was that Dyon didn't know how powerful his father was. He had spent his whole life believing that his Angel Clan was weak and it wasn't until he stepped out into the world that he realized his own strength was more than a few notches above those of his age group.

The reason he stepped outside of the clan to begin with was to temper himself and grow beyond himself. But, it turned out that he already stood at the top of their quadrant's younger generation, placing first despite being almost a Great Realm lower in cultivation.

Despite this, Dyon knew that their clan was just too small to weather the storm of the world. So, he kept his origins a secret, not knowing that his own father was a well-known monster.

If it hadn't been for those of the mysterious clan descending, Dyon would have died because if his father hadn't detected such a large fluctuation of high-level energy from those experts, he would have never come and seen his own son being beaten down like a dog!

The moment those experts stepped into their universe, Dyon's father sensed it and flashed toward his son, expecting to take him back to the clan for refuge before stepping out again. But, what he found completely enraged him beyond belief.

When Luna's father found out Dyon's identity, he stumbled and fell to his knees, begging profusely for forgiveness, even shamelessly using his position as Dyon's supposed "Father-in-law" to protect himself. Such a man was truly worse than a dog.

However, Dyon's father's personality was similar to his son. Although he was strict and disciplined, even willingly following authority when the situation dictated it, he was still arrogant to his bones!

Luna still remembered his words to this day. "Since she is my daughter-in-law, she has married into the Angel Clan! There is no other man beside my son who has to the right to have such strong ties to her! Since you dared to beat him down, you've slapped the face of your own daughter! You deserve death!"

It was only the second time in Luna's life that someone had acted for her own sake. Both of which somehow came from the very same family… The first was when Dyon threw his own wishes aside to take her as a wife and protect her reputation. And now, her future husband's father was also protecting her dignity. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the ties Luna had to the Angel Clan were far stronger than any connection she had ever had to the Moon Clan…

Despite his anger, since Dyon's father didn't know what Luna's wishes were, he only crippled King Moon's cultivation, leaving him slumped on the floor before attempting to take his son and Luna away. But, that was when the experts finally arrived. Because Dyon's father was delayed, he didn't get the chance to hide them away. A matter of a few seconds was the equivalent of hours to others in the face of these high-level cultivators!

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When those cultivators saw Dyon's father, there was a mix of anger, respect and fear on their features. It was clear they knew of this man and didn't dare to take him lightly. However, before this, no one had ever known this cultivator to have any connections. To the world outside this quadrant, this man was an unfettered cultivator without woman, child or friend. And yet, they had stumbled onto such an interesting scene. Could it be they had found this mighty cultivator's home base?

The truth was that while the Moon, Viserion and Ahpuch clans were wary of Dyon's father, they knew little of what happened outside of their quadrant. So, they had no idea that Dyon's father was so famous elsewhere! If they had, how could they haven't taken advantage?

Because of how high level those cultivators were, it was easy to see the connection between the unconscious Dyon and this cultivator they had feared for so long. They were obviously father and son!

Seeing the beaten Dyon and the crippled King Moon, they put two and two together. It seemed they finally had the means of suppressing this man.

The most dangerous thing in the world of cultivation was a power expert who had nothing to protect but themselves. The Epistemic Tower in modern times proved this concept. While it was exceptionally easy to protect one universe, once one expanded, they would have no choice but to sign treaties to allow others to enjoy benefits lest they be attacked from all sides. Now that Dyon's father's weakness had been found, he couldn't act so wantonly anymore!

However, when their eyes landed on Luna, their greed exceeded previous levels. The issue was that since Dyon's father knew he had been approached, he automatically labeled Luna as his daughter-in-law, taking her under his umbrella for protection.

Unfortunately, Dyon's father's personality was just as inflexible. Despite being in a disadvantageous situation, he was still arrogant and aloof. Even when all five experts attacked together, they were the ones at a disadvantage!

In the end, Dyon's father was able to protect Dyon, but failed to protect Luna, causing her to be taken away. With no choice, and Dyon's life still hanging on by a string, he took his son back to the Angel Clan to be healed before going to save Luna.

When Luna got to this part of the story, every word was labored. This story wasn't just another story to her… It was her greatest shame…

A father in law she hardly knew risked his life to save her… Treating her more like a father than her own ever had… And how did she repay him?...

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Dyon's father rushed to Luna's aid. Although he didn't know this girl very well, he knew the character of his own son. If he didn't do it, Dyon would have. Since he had claimed her as his woman, he would treat her as such until she gave him a reason not to. So, the then Angel Clan King acted, crossing the universe barrier, and then the quadrant barrier, as though he was just taking a leisurely stroll. It was clear that his dao of space had reached otherworldly levels.

However, what he didn't know was that while he made his way to save this woman, she was being convinced to do something she might very well regret for the rest of her life.

Although Luna detested her father and her elder sister always bullied her out of jealousy, she had a deep love for her mother. Even further, despite how her elder sister treated her, Luna always forgave her because she thought her father was to blame for the way she acted.

Luna's elder sister, Laura, was more than a hundred years her elder. While this wasn't much in terms of the martial world, to Luna, that was already almost two times her current age. Because of this, Luna had always pitied her sister for spending so long alone under the wing of that monster. And truth be told, she wasn't entirely wrong.

Much like Luna, although on a smaller scale, Laura was constantly used as a pawn in their father's schemes. Because their mother was far too kind hearted and weak, she was completely unable to stop King Moon's actions. Even when she did try to, she was savagely beaten and "reminded of her position as a woman". The ironic part was that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the Moon Clan's power was built on the back of its women.

Luna's father was truly despicable. He had never seen any schemes as beneath his dignity as a King. If it meant becoming more powerful and elevating to a higher position, he would do it. When Luna learned of how her father had been using her sister before her birth, how could Luna ever bring herself to be mad? She understood Laura more than anyone else.

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The stories were maddening and endless…

In her younger years, Laura had fallen in love with the Little Prince of a God Clan (youngest prince of a royal line). At the time, the Moon Clan hadn't ruled Planet Haven yet and was thus also a God Clan of equal standing. However, King Moon wasn't satisfied…

Even knowing of Laura's love for that God Clan's Little Prince, he married Laura off to that Prince's father as a concubine…

Thinking that the Moon Clan wanted friendly relations, the God Clan didn't dare to refuse the marriage. In terms of etiquette, although what King Moon did was disgusting to many, to refuse his proposal would not only destroy Laura's reputation, it would also offend the Moon Clan. Even though it pained him to do so, the Little Prince of the that God Clan begged his father to accept, turning his eye away from his childhood love.

Seeing his son plead with him, the King accepted, but had silently made a vow to never touch Laura. Even though her father had ruined her in the public eye, at least in private, he would allow her to be the woman of his son.

However… None of them understood just how deep and disgusting King Moon's schemes ran.

To keep up appearances, the King and Laura entered their nuptial chamber. Keeping to his vow, the King didn't touch Laura and was actually only planning to peacefully sleep through the night… But, that was when Laura released a potent poison capable of killing even dao formation experts!

The Moon Clan immediately attacked. With the strongest of the that God Clan now dead, and the fact they had a convenient excuse to be in the clan at the time – to attend the wedding, of course – a God Clan was wiped off the face of the Planet in a single night…

The truth was that Laura had only done this because her father had told her that during one of the Little Prince's visits to the Moon Clan, he had added a slow acting poison to his food. If Laura didn't comply, her first love would die within the year!

However, Laura had underestimated just how despicable her father was. Wanting to remove the roots and avoid any possible revenge, he heartlessly killed the Little Prince even as Laura begged and pleaded. She had no choice but to watch as he bled to death in her arms.

This was a story no one dared to talk about. With the Moon Clan absorbing all of the resources of that now wiped out clan, they were without a doubt the most powerful on Planet Haven. No one had the right to stand up to them, so who would dare to say a word of complaint?

Maybe this sounds horrible enough. Maybe one would believe that it couldn't get any worse… But, you would have once again underestimated the vile nature of that man who went by King Moon…

While others might have a bottom line they would never cross, this King Moon knew of no such thing… Whether it be his daughters, his wife, or his concubines, none were safe from his schemes…

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After Laura's traumatic experience, she went into seclusion for a long time, completely unwilling to see or talk to anyone. If it wasn't for her father constantly and forcefully infusing her with energy, even as a cultivator, she would have long starved to death…

However, King Moon still had more uses for her.

Under threat of the death of Queen Moon, her mother, Laura was sent to work at various brothels around Planet Haven and the universe it resided in. With her reputation already ruined as a 'Black Widow', a woman who caused the death of her husband, King Moon knew that he couldn't use the same scheme to get rid of his competition again. On top of that, he was angry at Laura for "not understanding the bigger picture". So, he took drastic measures, not caring for the face or purity of his daughter.

Maybe the most sickening part was that Laura didn't lose her virginity to the King she was married off to, nor the Prince she was madly in love with, nor was it the brothels she was sent off to.

Disdaining the idea of his daughter losing her purity to a stranger, King Moon took it upon himself to take it.

Laura was a broken woman by this point. She didn't know what she had done in her past lives to deserve such a father, but her every moment of everyday was a living hell. A vicious cycle of self-blame ensued the likes of which Laura couldn't extricate herself from.

All she wanted to do was die, but if she did so, her mother would follow along with her…

So, Laura began to work in brothels, using the very same slow acting poison her father fed to her long lost love to slowly get rid of the competition for the Moon Clan. If things had continued as it did, it wouldn't have been completely impossible for the Moon Clan to graduate to the leagues of a low tier King God Clan by conquering the Planet Haven Universe…

However, whether it be by luck or circumstance, this was when Luna was born…

When Luna's father saw the auspicious signs surrounding Luna's birth, he immediately knew that his petty schemes would be nothing in the face of what this daughter could bring him…

He completely stopped giving Laura new missions and allowed her to come home… But, it was obvious by that point that Laura would never be the same…

Now, Laura had to watch the very same father that used her as nothing more than a toy to exercise his lust for power, and even often just plain lust, dote her little sister as though she was some irreplaceable treasure.

Why could he have loved her like that? What was so special about this little sister of hers? What did Luna have that she didn't?

Laura began to hate everything. She hated the father that used her. She hated the life she lived. She hated this little sister of hers that got everything she ever wanted. She even began to hate her mother, the very woman she had practically given up her life for, all because Queen Moon loved Luna as well.

What happened next is exactly the reason Luna would never be able to bring herself to hate or resent Laura… In fact, if Laura wanted Luna to give up her life, her happiness, for an existence of endless pain, Luna would do it without hesitation all because of this moment…

When Luna was still young, no more than 5 years old, she once asked Laura why she hated their father and mother so much.

"Daddy is so nice! Why are you so mean to him!?" She remembered whining like a little brat. Maybe she had been quite adorable at that time, with large blinking violet eyes and a small round face, but she had no way of knowing that those words were nothing less than stab wound after stab wound into her elder sister's heart.

Laura restrained herself from answering. While she hated her little sister, Luna was still her little sister, after all. She couldn't very well reprimand a 5 year old for not knowing anything, could she?

So, she forgot about it, instead going to sleep and ignoring that little sister of hers while the endless decades of pain she had suffered gave her endless nightmares…

By this point, many of you might be confused… Since Laura hated her father so much, why would she now hate Luna for supposedly killing him? Didn't Laura say that she would make Luna pay for doing so while she laughed at her tears? '

The reason for this is simple…

Still being young and naïve, Luna thought that her elder sister was just being ungrateful. Their father was a great man, how could he deserve to be treated the way elder sister treated him.

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Having just come into many of her abilities, Luna thought that it would be a simple matter to fix everything…

"All I have to do is make big sister fall in love with daddy, right?" Her thoughts were so innocent and pure that it wasn't until years later, when she understood the horrific man her father was, that she collapsed into tears…

Manipulating her elder sister's Life Essence in her sleep, Luna began to subtly change the way Laura felt about their father… Every night for years, she would sneak into her sister's bedroom, making use of energy's love for her to hide her presence, before slowly weeding out the endless hatred in Laura's heart and replacing it with love…

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By the time Luna was about 8 years old, Laura's attitude had completely changed. Instead of the same scolding remarks and endless fiery hatred in her eyes, she began to look on her father lovingly, as though he was the most important person in her life…

The memories of the past that she used to hate, she began to look upon fondly. Even to the point that she was glad that the man she loved most in the world was the one to take her virginity.

As for her time in the brothels? She dismissed it as necessary for the clan. Everyone had to make sacrifices for their family, right? What was the harm in her doing so a bit? In fact, if her father wanted to send her out again, she would accept happily.

The sick and twisted change in Laura's personality wasn't even seen as odd by King Moon. He only thought that his daughter had finally understood his point of view. He even disgustingly allowed her to warm his bed from time to time.

By the time Luna was mature enough to realize that her father only viewed them all as pawns… It was too late…

As she grew, she came to learn of just how dangerous it was to manipulate the life essence of another. If she actually went back and tried to undo what she had done to her elder sister, there was a large risk of Laura becoming an invalid.

So, Laura's fate was sealed… Maybe somewhere inside her, her past memories were screaming, asking her how she could love and lie in bed with the man that had caused her so much pain… But, because of her little sister, she was forever doomed to love the man she should have forever hated…

This was why Luna would never blame her elder sister. This was why, no matter how much pain it caused her, she would never betray her elder sister again. She made this vow to herself… That no matter what, she would protect the happiness of Laura… Even if it meant betraying her own first love, Dyon…

Guilt was a powerful thing… It was even more powerful when placed in the heart of a good person… So, when those of the mysterious sect threatened the life of her mother and her sister, Luna didn't hesitate to comply, even though the Angel Clan had been nothing but good to her.

Having gained Luna's acceptance so easily, the elders of those mysterious clans knew that she would be easy to control. However, they also knew that no matter what tricks Luna tried to use, having her help kill Dyon's father was nothing more than a dream. That man was too intelligent, too cunning, and far too powerful for Luna to be of any use, even in a surprise attack.

In addition, at that point, Luna was still too young and inexperienced, so her abilities were still useless against high level celestials and above. So, despite having questioned Luna about her abilities, they knew she wouldn't be of use here. But, that didn't mean she was useless.

Understanding Luna's abilities, and also knowing that Dyon was that "maniac's" son – as the called him – they quickly devised a plan to control him, through his son, and by proxy Luna. As long as they controlled Luna, they would be able to control Dyon's father!

So, when Dyon's father arrived, they made no move to kill him. Instead, they did something they would have never bothered to do before: Seal him!

The reason they had never done this before was that they knew that even if they brought out their best treasures, they would only be able to hold this man for a few decades at most. Then, when he broke out, how would they handle his wrath then? They would have wasted millions of enigmatic stones worth of resources, and would have only bought themselves what was worth the blink of an eye to experts of their level? It wasn't worth it!

However, this time it was. Because with a few decades, Luna would be able to take perfect control of the Angel Clan!

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This said, there were multiple reasons they hadn't attacked until now.

For one, in order to maintain the seal, all of those elders much stay put. As a result, they would need to make use of the Moon Clan to retrieve the Energy Core treasure they sensed. The problem was that the Moon Clan was still too weak at that time to take down the Angel Clan. How could the clan of that maniac be weak?

Because of this, they had no choice but to make use of the Ahpuch clan to strengthen the Moon Clan to the point of being able to wipe out the Moon Clan in one sweep. Unfortunately, this would take time because the Ahpuch needed to avoid detection by the Viserion Clan.

The Ahpuch Clan was promised an alliance with those mysterious clans, which would obviously be vastly better than their alliance with the Viserions. However, if the Viserions found out in advance, would they sit idly by and allow it to happen? The worst case scenario for the Ahpuch was that the Viserions would sniff out their purpose.

The question then would be, why wouldn't the mysterious clans make an alliance with both the Viserions and the Ahpuch? Wouldn't that have saved them decades of work? Why would they use such a roundabout method?

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The reason the mysterious clans wouldn't want to form an alliance with the Viserions all connected back to their legendary technique: Dragon Refining Arts!

Unfortunately for the mysterious clans, despite their power, they too had enemies. And, unfortunately, those enemies happened to be a beast alliance primarily consisting of dragons!

Much like the relationship between the Ahpuch and Viserions, the relationship between the mysterious clans and the beast alliance was also a tentative balance. They were allies, but would constantly look for ways to suppress each other!

Now, one might imagine what kind of super clan would be able to force clans that even made Emperor God Clans fear them, ally together, but that was a discussion for another time. The important point was that if the beast alliance ever found fault with the mysterious clans, they would take advantage! What greater fault would there be than to house a clan that was audacious enough to absorb Dragon Blood?!

There was no doubt that the best option for the mysterious clans would be to destroy the Viserions completely, however, with all of their elders occupied sealing Dyon's father, such a task wouldn't be by any stretch easy! Even they couldn't completely ignore the strength of an Emperor God Clan with their elders otherwise occupied.

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On top of this, if they threw caution to the wind and teamed up with the Ahpuch to wipe them out before attacking the Angel Clan, would the beast clan sit idly by and allow that mysterious clans to absorb such a bounty?

Because of all of these reasons, everything had to be done discreetly. By their estimates, they could seal Dyon's father for up 4 up to 5 decades. As of now, only 3 had passed! They still had time.

As such, the complex political systems of the ancient martial world were set into motion. The mysterious clans hid their actions from the beast clans. The Ahpuch hid their actions from the Viserions. All to deal with one man and his clan.

So, Luna was sent back to the Angel Clan, unable to look Dyon's father in the eye. With the past King of the Angel Clan's intelligence, how could he not see something was very wrong with this situation. He was sealed yet the girl he came to save was sent back? Only a fool wouldn't see that he had been betrayed.

Once Luna returned to Planet Haven, Dyon was still unconscious… She proceeded to manipulate his emotions, ensuring that her position in his heart far outweighed everyone else. But, contrary to her expectations, no matter what she did, she couldn't remove Amphorae's shadow on his heart. The best she could do was make him feel endless guilt and thus ignore her out of shame.

By the time Dyon woke up from his injuries, he wasn't even able to look Amphorae in the eye anymore because he was madly in love with Luna.

As for Dyon's father, it was Luna who told everyone that he was dead. With her abilities, everyone believed her without question. No one even found it odd…

In the end, Luna's role was simply to make sure that Dyon's father would always be with a hand tied behind his back. Because Dyon loved her so much, he was willing to do anything for her, and that even included going against his own father. What father would willingly harm his own son? It was clear that characters like King Moon were rare even in the martial world…

Luna spent many years hurting over this, but her resolve remained the same.

On a particular date even she couldn't be bothered to remember because that gave that terrible father of hers too much face, she stole King Moon's vitality and gave it to her elder sister, indirectly killing him. Because her father was crippled by Dyon's father, the task was incredibly easy… However, because King Moon had been steadily recovering, and only died when Luna visited for the first time in months, it was no wonder why Laura knew Luna was responsible.

With Dyon's father sealed, Luna knew that she had no chance to save her mother and sister unless she complied. Even though the elders were occupied, sending an assassin to kill two weak woman would be as easy as waving a hand to those of those mysterious clans. That was not to mention the fact it would be even easier for the Ahpuch clan who in an alliance with them. It could be said that she truly had no choice…

After many years of accumulating strength because of the Ahpuch Emperor God Clan's contributions, the Moon Clan was finally ready to launch and assault.

Because of the sensitivity of the mission, even their crown prince Jabari didn't know the full details. He thought he was going to Planet Haven to snatch back the bride he had lost all those years ago, so he was all too eager.

As for his appearance, it was the perfect disguise. While the Viserions stopped the Ahpuch all those years ago, they didn't do so for some higher moral purpose, so why would they care if the Ahpuch crown prince went to steal someone else's wife? In fact, it all made purpose sense. If anything was surprising, it was the fact Jabari had waited so long to do so because the Viserions were still unaware of who Dyon's father was!

Such was the 30 year plan… All formulated to deal with one clan of a mere 200,000 people… While the Ahpuch and Viserions didn't understand the history of the Angels, how could their stronger clans not?

Such was the prestige of the Angel Clan!

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Amphorae stood still for a long time. By now, it was already the dead of night before Luna finally finished her story. But, by this point, Amphorae couldn't bring herself to hate Luna anymore.

There was no doubt that Luna's actions were childish, immature and short-sighted, but this all stemmed from one guilty moment that weighed on her heart from when she was 5 years old! How could Amphorae have the heart to continue to blame her?

Normal 5-year-olds only had to worry about when their next nap time was or what snack they'd have for the day. Yet, Luna could already flip the world with a wave of her hand! It could be said that the universe was lucky that the only person who suffered from Luna's childhood was her own sister.

"Y- … You've never thought of at least trying to undo what you've done?..." Amphorae asked with her voice being slightly weak.

Luna trembled, but in the end, shook her head. "Even if the reversal didn't kill Laura like I think it will, how could she react to being back to her normal self? Would she even have the will to continue living?"

Amphorae was stunned by Luna's words, but suddenly understood. Not only was it exceptionally dangerous to continually manipulate the Life Essence of someone, namely because it was very tightly linked to one's Soul, even if Luna could undo it without consequences, would she dare to?

With all the hatred Laura had built up for her dead father in all these years, she would suddenly wake up to realize that she had been madly in love with him for the last 30? How could she live with herself? Who could take such a mental blow and continue on?

This was not even mentioning all the things Laura had done in the name of pleasing her father in just the last 3 decades. Even after his death, she banished their mother to live out her days in the Moon Clan dungeons, she lived frivolously and treated human lives like weeds, and even worse, she treated her own little sister like a pawn to be used as she pleased. She had become the very man she hated…

Luna couldn't bear to risk her sister dying… Because in the end, that guilt would overwhelm her even more so than it already had…

Amphorae's mind was jumbled. As a woman who had never stepped foot outside of her clan, she wasn't very well versed in the way of the world. She couldn't imagine that there could be a father as terrible as Luna's, nor could she understand the back-stabbing and subterfuge of the political world… Even worse, she had never been given such a moral dilemma.

For much of Amphorae's life, everything seemed black and white.

When she was told at a very young age that her marriage had already been arranged, she simply accepted it. She didn't understand what love was since she was a mere toddler at the time. In the end, it didn't end up mattering because to her, her arranged husband was the greatest man to ever live.

She never struggled with the idea of being sold off for the benefit of her family, because if she had a choice, she would have married Dyon anyway. In her own little naïve world, there was nothing bad about arranged marriages, right? After all, she met the love of her life through that system. How could the be bad?

Then, when Dyon broke her heart, she still felt like her decision to make was simple. She thought that she simply wasn't good enough and thus deserved to be abandoned. Since she had already fallen for Dyon, how could she ever blame him? To her, a woman who never so much as looked at another man, Dyon was perfect. How could he ever make the wrong decision?

To say that Amphorae was sheltered would only be a severe understatement. She had thought she had already suffered in her life, only to find out that this supposed sister-wife of hers had suffered just as much, if not more!

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However… She had still not forgiven Luna, despite not blaming her.

When one goes to war, would you blame the soldier of an opposing army for killing soldiers of your own? Of course not.

But, if that soldier happened to kill one of your closest allies, or your father, or your dear husband or wife, despite not blaming them, could you forgive them?

Maybe the only person to ever live with a magnanimous enough heart to do such a thing was Madeleine Sacharro. However, even she had a bottom line. She would never forgive Dyon's murderer!

It was only now that Amphorae was beginning to learn that the world wasn't so black and white… The greys were so overwhelming that they could turn the clear skies, gloomy.

While Luna felt that she could only live her life to serve her elder sister out of guilt for what she had done as a child, Amphorae felt that there was no one more worth protecting than her husband.

Even further than that, in Dyon's eyes, a true wife would have spoken to him. She wouldn't scheme behind his back for the sake of anyone. Instead, they would fact her problems together! Luna had shattered Dyon's trust in her. Even worse, she hadn't believed in the ability of her husband to weather all storms.

This was without a doubt a slap to Dyon's face, the greatest insult imaginable!

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"It won't be easy to get him to forgive you…" Amphorae said softly. Although she hadn't forgiven Luna, the hatred in her heart had faded.

Luna shook her head bitterly. She didn't tell Amphorae her story to gain forgiveness, she only wanted to let Amphorae know the full scope of the situation so that she could prepare properly. If the Moon Clan was defeated, her sister and mother would be safe, at least in the short term.

The movement of the Moon Clan this time would, without a doubt, catch the sights of the Viserions. According to the plan of the mysterious clan, both Luna and the Energy Core had to be brought back to their clan before suspicions rose too high.

If the Viserions or the Beast Alliance caught wind before hand, then it would be much harder to justify keeping both treasures.

The Viserions would definitely demand that the Ahpuch share in the spoils, not knowing that the mysterious clans were behind their actions. And the mysterious clans would have no choice but to react in that case, however, once they did so, the Beast Alliance would act as well! It would become a massive mess that Luna was sure Laura and her mother would be able to escape.

The truth was that the only reason the Moon Clan hadn't collapsed after the death of their King was because of the support of the Ahpuch. If the Ahpuch were otherwise occupied, there was no doubt in Luna's mind that all of the clans the late King Moon had offended in his rise to power would come for revenge. At that time, the eldest princesses and the queen could fake their deaths and escape to a corner of the universe to live out their lives peacefully.

"His forgiveness isn't something I deserve in this life… Maybe the next…"

Amphorae sighed and no longer said anything else. They both knew Dyon's personality, and weirdly enough, Luna probably knew it the best.

After so long manipulating Dyon's Life Essence, it could be said that other than himself, Luna knew Dyon best.

Dyon was intelligent, resolute, stubborn, and most of all, arrogant! How could he stand the idea of one of his own women betraying him? His pride ran so deep that even Luna couldn't see the end of it.

Having a woman you love essentially tell you that you weren't good enough to protect her, wouldn't that enrage you?

No matter what reasons or stories Luna had to justify her actions, the fact of the matter was that the trusted in the power of those mysterious clans more than she trusted in the power of her own husband! That was a blow Dyon wouldn't easily forget. In fact, he might never forget it at all. Unless something drastic happened, Luna's position in his heart would be forever tainted.

"You're wrong about one thing." Amphorae spoke, seemingly reading Luna's mind. "When I say that our husband is the most intelligent man I've ever met, that might not mean much considering I haven't seen much of the world, but it's enough for me to know that he was aware that you manipulated his emotions long ago. Whether he knew the method you used or not is one thing, but I'm sure he knew.

"Yet, he didn't act against you until this very moment. You know why don't you?"

Tears started falling from Luna's eyes again. When she heard Amphorae say 'our' husband, she couldn't hold in her emotions any longer. She didn't know when, but she must have been seeking approval from this woman that she should have been sisters with.

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"It was because he had already said that you were his woman. Before any of this happened, before you acted against him, before you betrayed him, he had already made that decision in his heart.

"Despite knowing you willfully acted against him, he wasn't angered, he didn't toss you away, nor did he even ask about it. He was waiting for the day you told him yourself."

"But…" Luna choked down her words. She wanted to say that Dyon couldn't act against her, he had manipulated his emotions. He would rather die than hurt her, wasn't that right?

However, Amphorae shook her head. "Is he not still under your spell now? There's nothing here capable of undoing what you've done, yet he treated you coldly and even had the elders throw you in the cell and chain you to the wall."

Luna shuddered, a sudden realization coming over her… Did that mean?...

"Our husband isn't a man who bows to his own desires so easily. He's strong headed and stubborn. Even if you had the ability to distort his feelings, he would never bow to it!" A dignified and holy aura suddenly erupted from Amphorae, sweeping away all of the filth of the dungeon in an instant and replacing the foul smell with a soothing fragrance reminiscent of spring winds. "Even if the Gods descended from the skies. Even if the Devil cracked the earth open and tried to pull him in. Even if all the clans of the world turned on him. He would not take a single step backward!

"If you are his friend, he'll upturn the world to make sure you're safe. If you are his enemy, there's no rock, hole or safe haven in the entire cosmos that can protect you.

"There is only one Dyon Sacharro in this world. To be by his side shouldn't bring you pain, it shouldn't bring you grief, or guilt, or remorse, it should only bring you pride!"

With that, Amphorae walked away, her red-gold hair blazing as her final words hung in the air.

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Within a cave in a hidden valley, something odd was happening. Every so often, a loud bang would be heard, followed by the sound of a person coughing up blood, before the cycle continued again and again.

It was already the dead of night and there was a mere day and a half left before the Moon Clan launched their attack on the Angel Clan, yet Dyon was still trying to peer into the secrets of the Dragon Refining Arts tome.

After spending almost three days now trying to pry its secrets apart, it seemed like every attempt Dyon made ended up with him being sent off unceremoniously.

When he tried to use his aurora flame stones to probe it: failure. When he tried to rip the page: failure. When he tried to blast the page apart with his fists: failure. After seeing that nothing was working, he began testing a whole bunch of different energy stone types to see if any might have an interesting effect.

Because of the existence of the Energy Core, the Angel Clan had access to a wide variety of energy filled stones that would be impossible to find anywhere else. These ranged from stones like the aurora flame stones, to special will carrying stones that acted as mini abyssal cores, to spatial stones lauded for their legendary ability to create the best of spatial weapons and rings. This was, of course, in addition to regular energy stones that ranged from common to enigmatic. That said, the most interesting ones included Gama stones, Absorption Stones, and Purifying Stones.

There were also a few stones that even the Angel Clan didn't understand the abilities of, so Dyon left them alone lest they be dangerous.

Gama Stones had an obvious function. They followed grades based on the regular cultivation system and were used to temper meridians. These were practically extinct in modern times and only clans powerful enough to own spiritual veins had them. Other weaker clans were forced to temper their meridians the "normal" or by individual will, way.

Absorption Stones were similar to the stones Eboni and Ode used to store saint energy to attack Ri and Madeleine during the World Tournament. However, their abilities, whether it be in terms of storage capacity, or energy quality, far outweighed that of those two girls. They were often very useful for defensive type treasures, but if used cleverly, could increase the energy density of an area more efficiently than would be possible by using mere regular energy stones – as long as the proper array was used, of course.

As for Purifying Stones, they were legendary existences even more so than the previous two. They were said to be born after being baptized by high levels of purity path wills that ranged from Holy will to Celestial will and even the weaker Light will. In addition, they combined with Life will as well, creating a stone that was almost to heavenly to use.

There were a myriad of applications for this stone, but maybe the most important was the Legendary expelling of impurities.

Within the Martial World, the goal of washing the body over with energy in increasing quality increments is to improve the quality of the body. Unfortunately, just this energy isn't enough to remove impurities. Not only does this slow cultivation speed, it's also a large part of the reason why even the strongest of cultivators have limited life spans!

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However, the Purifying Stones have the ability to expel such bodily toxins. Slowly forcing them out causes the skin to be coated in a disgusting layer of pungent waste, but, it increases your strength and talent tremendously! Not to mention the fact it also increases one's beauty or handsomeness.

Dyon hadn't used the stone only because he simply didn't have the time. He had already confirmed that it was possible to cultivate here, but using the purifying stone was something that should be done over a long course of time. Although a few sessions would still make a large difference, Dyon believed that the Dragon Refining Arts was more important.

After trying all of the energy stones in almost every way he could think of, Dyon was stumped. Maybe if he wasn't still brooding over Luna, he might have had some visible signs of frustration on his face. But, this was to be expected, no? The Viserions had been in existence for millions of years and hadn't unlocked these 18 pages, how could it be so easy?

Of course, Dyon thought of the possibility of those pages only becoming accessible once one perfectly cultivated the first 9, but he wasn't willing to accept that. It was impossible to cultivate it in the little time he had, and he had no idea if his grand teacher had access to this tome in his modern time, and it was too important to his future plans to take such a risk. Although he had already grasped the essence behind how this technique was created, even Dyon wasn't cocky enough to say he could replicate it without seeing the full extent of it first.

Then, Dyon thought of something else. He remembered another special tome he had become the master of, the soul tome. In fact, the soul tome also had a habit of hiding things from him. He had no doubt that the soul tome was filled with techniques, but the only one it had ever revealed to him was [Inner World: Sanctuary]. In fact, if it hadn't been for the fact Dyon was being so arrogant to it, it might have never revealed such an amazing technique so early on in their relationship.

Thinking back to how he gained ownership of the soul tome, wasn't it because it recognized his overwhelming soul talent? On the night it became his, it was also the same night he met Jade and also the same night he manifested his soul for the first time!

So, maybe, Dyon just needed to prove his body cultivation talent to this Dragon Refining Arts tome? It was likely that the Viserions had displayed enough talent to earn the first third of the tome, so all Dyon had to do was display enough talent to earn the rest, no?

This was, of course, all just a theory. Dyon didn't even know how to go about proving his body cultivation talent, after all, since his blood essence hadn't fused with the demon sage's yet, he couldn't display his current talent, he could only display his past talent, which was piss poor. In addition, the Dragon Refining Arts was the key to fusing the two, yet he needed them to be fused to use it!

However, what he did know was that his body's talent was in no way inferior to his soul's. So, if the Soul Tome, a treasure of the 33 heavens, bowed down. If Dyon could manage to find a way to bypass this, what did a measly peak divine technique count for?

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Dyon sat, meditating with his eyes closed. He was used to quickly figuring out the solution to things, even when they were related to the complexities of the martial world. But, this seemed a bit different.

The truth was that Dyon had a possible solution already, two, even. The problem was that both would cause irreparable harm to himself. It wasn't something to be done lightly. So, he had spent all of this time trying to think of other possible solutions.

He needed to get this Dragon Refining Arts tome to acknowledge his existence as being worthy of receiving its final 18 pages, but he was currently paying for the quick benefits he received from the Demon Sage.

All those years ago, he hadn't hesitated to absorb outside sources of blood essence because his own cultivation talent was too poor to care about "overwriting". The process of absorbing another's blood essence was essentially like taking that person's work as your own. What was even more troubling was the fact that Dyon's past talent also masked the Demon Sage's talent.

It was likely the universe's way of punishing Dyon for taking short cuts. It was very rare for someone to receive the full blood essence of anyone near the power level of the Demon Sage, so much of the negative effects weren't noticed by Dyon in the beginning. It was only now that he truly understood that cheating on the path to cultivation never came with perfect results.

As for the solutions Dyon had thought of, both required giving up blood essence.

The first was to pull blood essence from his new talent base and drip it onto the tome. The best-case scenario in this case was that it only took a single drop, the worst case was that it took even more…

The drawbacks to this were obvious. When one burned their blood essence in a life-threatening situation for a boost in cultivation, it could be recovered over time. This was because the blood essence would obviously be released within a closed environment and would be used to directly improve your own body. This meant with the proper pills and patience, it could slowly be retrieved.

That said, this process took a long time, and as is often the case, wouldn't be perfect. If the pill grades used were too low, or the process of recollection didn't occur quickly enough, blood essence could be permanently lost.

Unfortunately for the late Niveus Matriarch who died as a large result of burning her blood essence, she was too close to the end of her life to survive the hit her vitality took. This was why she practically sentenced herself to death the moment she burned hers.

However, by now, the difference between burning blood essence and removing a drop of it is clear. If Dyon did the latter, retrieving it would be impossible! This wasn't the same as using a drop of blood to claim ownership of an item or sign a contract, this was no normal drop of blood.

If Dyon lost this drop of blood, his body cultivation talent would be permanently damaged. He didn't know by how much because it likely depended on how many drops it would take for the tome to recognize him, but considering Dyon's personality, he didn't like the idea of taking any losses. He would rather spend the decades it would take to study dragon veins on his own before completing the technique, than give up his own talent.

Of course, if the originator of this technique heard Dyon estimate that it would only take him a few decades to recreate the technique, he or she would likely try and strangle the arrogant boy. For a technique like this, it wouldn't be surprising if the creator was now a transcendent being who saw it as their life's work. After all, most divine level technique originated from those who transcended, especially peak divine level techniques like this one.

The second possibility was less damaging to Dyon, but he was still unwilling. That was, of course, taking a drop of the Demon Sage's blood essence that had yet to be integrated into himself.

The Demon Sage was highly lauded as one of the greatest body cultivators of all time, if not the very best. Dyon highly doubted that this tome would have the cheek to turn its nose up to that man. However, if Dyon did so, that would be a permanent portion of the Demon Sage's blood essence he would no longer be able to absorb.

This might make Dyon seem a bit stingy, especially if the tome really did only require a single drop. But, he wasn't entirely wrong here. Integrating past even 80% was labor intensive because every percent beyond that point was practically a heaven shattering change. If Dyon gave up a drop, that would be the equivalent of diving up a step or two towards that end.

One top of all of this, Dyon wasn't in the business of kneeling down to techniques created by people who had long since left this world. If he wanted benefits, he would take them. Why would he ever give up something of himself to gain them?

Thinking to this point, Dyon threw out those two ideas. He knew that if it came down to it, he would use them as a final resort because this technique was a key piece to his plans for the future, but he wouldn't do so until he exhausted all other avenues.

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Dyon took a deep breath. His anger from the past few days was starting to calm, so he felt more focused.

His eyes remained closed as he continuously went through his memories of the first 9 pages. It didn't make sense for there not to be a way to gain acknowledgement, and Dyon doubted that the originator of this technique would want their successor to give up their talent in order to gain his or her acknowledgement. That would make too little sense, wouldn't it?

The problem was that if this was the case, then it was likely that the originator would want whoever received their tome to cultivate to the 9th stage before being allowed to see the 10th. If this was the case, then that would truly be a depressing reality. No matter how intelligent or talented Dyon was, cultivating this technique to the 9th stage within a day was simply impossible. This was especially so since he didn't have any Dragon Blood to even begin with.

For the Viserions, they had long since lost the need for dragon blood because their ancestors passed on this blood to them. So, from birth, the had the necessary materials within them. Unfortunately, Dyon didn't have any ancestors with Dragon Blood running through their veins.

Suddenly, Dyon's eyes flashed open, and intelligent light sparkling throughout them. Yet, they held a cold and unfeeling depth to them that made it clear that although he had buried his anger, it was very much still there.

That aside, those previous thoughts of his had led to an interesting conclusion…

Let's say that the tome really did need its owner to cultivate to the 9th stage first. On the surface, that would make this a helpless situation. However, Dyon saw this differently.

To someone from a science intensive world, Dyon saw everything as a chain of cause and effect. For the tome to be able to recognize someone only once they reached the 9th level, there had to be a certain trigger. That trigger could be any number of things.

One example could be vein surface area. Another could be Dragon Blood Integration. Yet another could be Dragon Soul strength. The list was endless, and it might even be a combination of things. However, tis all meant one thing: There had to be something within the book that was capable of checking such things. That meant that Dyon's first task before doing anything else, was to find what this thing was.

Admittedly, this would have been a task that was easy beyond belief if his soul wasn't locked away. However, he had no choice but to accept the reality that it was, and therefore, he had to rely on other things.

The most obvious possibility was an array. Dyon didn't think there were many other things capable of fulfilling such a responsibility.

Unfortunately, Dyon immediately saw two issues with this.

Firstly, this was a body cultivation tome. Although it wouldn't be surprising for someone of this level to be proficient at many things, Dyon was hard-pressed to believe that they would be capable of creating an array powerful enough to stump so many generations of Viserions while also reaching such high attainments in body cultivation. Soul and Body cultivation were as opposite as opposites got, and not everyone had access to the talents of billions of people to make up for that. That wasn't Dyon being arrogant, it was just a fact.

The second problem built off of the back of the first. Even if this person managed to match Dyon in both talent and intelligence, there was absolutely 0 chance that they'd be able to create an array Dyon wouldn't have seen through by now. Sealed soul or not, Dyon's perception was off the charts. Coupling that with his array expertise, he refused to believe he had been fooled for these past few days.

This wasn't because Dyon didn't believe there could be people better or more experienced than him, it was because the level of array theory in these ancient times was too low!

On top of that, this tome was even more ancient than these already ancient times. Dyon hadn't even seen a single depiction of such a small scale array, capable of fitting into a tome his entire time here. All of the formation or arrays were large scaled and relied on the flow of energy in the earth.

Because of these two reasons, Dyon was convinced that whatever was capable of checking up on the credentials of those studying it was body cultivation related… The question was… What?

In terms of soul cultivation, the process of manipulating the laws of the universe was obvious. Through Array Alchemy, one could fundamentally change things on a small scale, and should your proficiency increase, there might even be a day where you can create a universe of your own. This was why array alchemy was seen as a potential saving grace for a slowly dying cosmos, and also why those of the chaos path made it a taboo.

However, what was interesting to Dyon was that there was an energy cultivation equivalent. Dyon learned of it when he met and was forced to fight for his life against Loki. Although Dyon was still unaware that he had gained the trickster's faith seed, what he did know was that the energy cultivation equivalent of array alchemy was called magic!

So, Dyon's next thoughts were quite interesting. Wasn't the process of forging yourself a completely new set of veins from a species that wasn't even your own bending the laws of the universe as well? If that was the case… Did he inadvertently stumble upon the body cultivation equivalent of array alchemy and magic?

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There was, of course, another reason Dyon thought about this. If there was anything body cultivation related that would be set in place to detect and trigger something, it would have to be this equivalent, no? Maybe the reason array alchemy was so poor in this time was because people relied more on this form law bending instead!

Dyon immediately started rifling through his master's memories. He knew that his master had some information on magic, albeit a small amount. Maybe she also had some information on this body cultivation equivalent. After all, his master was a beast at the end of the day. An array alchemy equivalent for body cultivation might be easier for her to grasp, so she might have studied it more. Dyon thought that this was a good possibility since beasts tend to have weak souls, but powerful bodies.

In truth, the Celestial Deer was a Totem beast of the celestial deer sect. The Celestial Deer Clan and Sect were two completely different existences. The former was a family of beasts that was befriended by the founder of the latter. Because of various great deeds performed, the Celestial Deer Clan agreed to become the protectors of the sect. This was a story for another time, but the important aspect were that the celestial deer didn't start off as array alchemy intensive beasts, it was just that their unique crystal will made array alchemy many times easier.

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That said, celestial deer also had slightly better soul talent than most beasts. This was because of another unique will of theirs: Celestial will. Because of its purifying effects, it had subtle effects on Life Essence which in turn had good effects on the soul.

This was all to say that Dyon found the likelihood of his master using this body cultivation equivalent to grasp more difficult concepts of array alchemy that a beast might not have the talent to understand to be very likely.

Suddenly, what he was looking for flashed in Dyon's mind: Runic Veins. The practice was also colloquially known as Rune making, Totem forging, and those who practiced it were known as Rune Masters.

Dyon was highly intrigued because just this discovery told him so much about how the martial world and the universe's laws worked. He also suddenly understood why the Dragon King told him that the Demon Sage was too arrogant to ever absorb the blood essence of anyone else. If what he was seeing was true, if one believed in yourself enough, there would be no need to do such a thing!

Much like magic and array alchemy, runic vein theory was capable of changing the laws of the universe on a scale dependent on the user's mastery of the discipline. However, unlike the former two, it did so by using the theories surrounding the creation of living things.

To Runic Vein purists, the foundation of all life was blood, while the foundation of blood were the veins it coursed through. According to its theory, every detail of a body can be decided by its veins.

If a person had particularly good stamina, it was likely they had more capillaries surrounding their lungs, allowing for better oxygen exchange. If a person was particularly strong, their network of veins would be more robust and thick walled, allowing for faster blood movement, thus supplementing the muscles with more energy, while also doing away with toxins that slowed their uses. If a person was particularly intelligent, their blood brain barrier would be much more complex, thus allowing faster thought due to energy provided.

For a person who was quite familiar with the human body, much of this was pseudo science to Dyon. In truth, there were half truths mixed in with nonsensical lies. For example, while more blood flow in the brain would allow things like more energy and better waste management, without better neuron connectivity, it would mostly go wasted.

However, while Dyon understood this, he wasn't apt to underestimate Runic Veins. This was because when you delved further into the theory, it seemed to imply that the resultant betterment of bodily functions were entirely due to the structure of the veins. This meant that maybe it meant that better neuron connectivity was a direct result of the vein system that was capable of supporting it.

Dyon was immediately intrigued. This Runic Vein theory was essentially telling him that if he mastered it well enough, he could change the capabilities of any living thing? What if he applied this theory to his array alchemy, it might even be able to lower to requirements for creating higher level plants!

Thinking to this point, another wild idea flashed by in Dyon's mind.

Array Alchemy was supposedly created by his grand teacher's first disciple. Although it existed in an exceptionally crude form in this time, it couldn't match up to his senior brother at all, not even remotely. However, the expressed purpose was to save the universe, yet it had failed even to this day… Even someone as powerful as his grand teacher wasn't able to create a universe with his knowledge of Array Alchemy…

With Dyon's arrogance, he didn't allow this to stop him. He believed that one day he would surpass his grand teacher and thus be able to do things he couldn't. However… What if his grand teacher didn't fail because he wasn't good enough? What if his grand teacher failed because array alchemy was flawed? And what if those flaws could be covered by magic and runic veins?

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When Dyon thought to this point, he was quite pensive. This was a huge leap in logic by him, but often times, he was usually right when his mind jumped to conclusions. It was as though his brain had computed the most likely possibilities with him being a bystander, before it let him know what the answer was. As for his brain's logic, he would come to understand it later.

That aside, Dyon was surprised to find out that his master didn't have much information on runic veins either. It was no wonder he didn't notice it before. If it was a huge store of information, he would have likely stumbled across it by accident earlier on.

It seemed that Runic Veins were most prominent in universes and quadrants that followed the body path. Dyon remembered that the universe Jabari originated from followed the energy path and they had ostracized those of the soul path, even to the point where those without backing, yet had the "audacity" to have high soul talent, were punished severely. Other than that, Dyon had little information about these paths, other than their fairly obvious definitions. In fact, the Dyon's universe didn't even seem to have the qualifications to follow a path.

At this point, Dyon couldn't help but smell another wisp of conspiracy. The three paths were exactly like schools of thought or political affiliations, except the difference here was that all sides were losing by having such deep seeded biases. If Dyon was right that the cosmos could only be saved by combining all three equivalents, then people were essentially turning their nose up at the solution because they thought their path was the right one.

In the past, Dyon remembered thinking that constitutions were essentially the cosmos' way of screaming out for help. Those who were born with God Constitutions often became the most powerful among their generation, and that was because constitutions gave a healthy dose of talent to all three paths! It was such an obvious sign, yet everyone was ignoring it as though someone had pulled wool over all of their eyes!

For now, Dyon could only ignore these points and focus on the knowledge his master did have. He already knew that if he wanted to travel along the rune master route, he would have to find someone more knowledgeable, because his master just didn't know enough, but it would have to be good enough for now.

Following the same line of logic that vein construction decided various aspects of bodily talent, runic veins could be drawn to deal with all sorts of things. There were vein patterns capable of increasing speed, strength and even speed of thought. However, they all came in two major categories.

The first category was a limitation category. This was when a runic vein was inscribed on a runic tablet and infused into the skin as a tattoo. When this method was used, depending on the talent and strength of the body of the person in question, there were limits to the quality and quantity his or her body could handle. This could also be modified depending on the material the runic veins were etched into. For example, a higher quality material would be able to help the host withstand the burden better, and thus result in said person being able to handle more runes.

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The second category was one that made Dyon's eyes flash with a sudden realization.

Highly skilled runic masters were able to use the human body as their canvas. This method wouldn't have any limits at all and would only be based on the skill level of the rune master. However, it came with an added level of risk and a fatality percentage that did depend on the talent and cultivation of the person. For example, if someone wanted to reconstruct the veins of a person at the foundation stage to be able to use the speed of a person at sainthood, to say that likelihood of survival was less than 1% would be giving this idea far too much credit. However, according to the knowledge Dyon's master possessed, it was theoretically possible, albeit as hard as ascending past the heavens.

As it went, the first method had a much higher survival rate because it allowed abandoning part way through if one decided they wouldn't be able to withstand it. However, the second method provided no such option.

The reason Dyon found the second method so interesting was because the Dragon Refining Arts was exactly such a method! Except it was structured in such an ingenious way that had Dyon never learned of runic veins, he would have never thought much of it.

The Dragon Refining Arts seemingly did the impossible. Normally, as previously stated, it was impossible to stop midway while using the second method. However, it managed to do exactly that! In fact, its complexity far outweighed anything in Dyon's master's memories. It wasn't a simple one attribute rune, it combined all aspects of becoming a dragon into one! This type of rune… It was simply heaven defying!

Two attribute runes were already very rare in Dyon's master's time. Three attribute runes were even more unheard of. But, Dyon could hardly count the number of attributes this Dragon Refining Art provided. It gave dragon eyes, strength, speed, defense, vocal cords, soul and it was likely the remaining 18 pages had even more!

This wasn't just a peak divine cultivation technique… It was a rune of a level even Dyon's master couldn't properly place!

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By this point, Dyon was convinced that the complexities of runic veins were just as robust as those of array alchemy were. And, when he thought about how he was still thinking about it in its simplest form, Dyon could only become more and more intrigued.

All this time he was so focused on the changes he could make to the human body, but what about other things? If runic vein theory was applied to the earth beneath his feet, he could change it attributes. This may seem useless, but imagine making a seemingly simple piece of land into a haven for fire, or wind, or the ever elusive lightning! If Dyon then used the Energy Core in combination with that, wouldn't he be able to forcefully create abyssal core areas?

And what if he applied this runic vein theory to plants? Although Dyon could create common level plants with ease, it was impossible to recreate plants that could only be matured through aging. However, runic vein theory changed all of that! If he could forcefully age plants without the use of time will, but by manipulating its internal structure to that of a more mature plant, wouldn't he be able to recreate any plant in existence?

Unfortunately for Dyon, array alchemy was unable to do this because the energy constraints were far too much. He could theoretically do so, but even with his soul stamina, he would be hard pressed to finish even a meridian level plant, even with a celestial level soul, let alone an essence or sainthood plant. However, runic veins allowed him to split his stamina into two categories, thus making it much more possible. He could focus on creating the proper vessel for the veins with his soul, while aging it appropriately with the proper runic veins!

Dyon exited his master's memories, taking a deep breath. Runic Masters were split into the same stages as array alchemists were, except it obviously relied on body cultivation instead of soul cultivation. According to these levels, his master was a mere Master level runic master.

To put this into perspective, both professions were split into 8 levels. Common, practitioner, master, grandmaster, comet, moon, planet and star. That means that while Dyon's master was a star level array alchemist, in her life time, she only managed to reach the 3rd level of runic mastery!

This was a bit troubling to Dyon. He had done all of this to find a way to unlock the last 18 pages so he could memorize them before quickly heading back to the Angel Clan. After all, he only had a little less than two days, yet it had taken him more than a day to memorize just the first 9 pages. On top of that, there was no doubt that the final 18 pages would be even more complex. He was running out of time!

If Dyon's master was only at the master level, considering the level of originator of this tome, they were at least at the star level, without a doubt. That was the difference between heaven and earth, could this knowledge really help him?

Dyon shook his head. No matter what, he decided that he would leave this cave in a day if he was making no more progress. For now, he would do all he could. If he couldn't unlock the remaining pages, he simply didn't have fortune with this tome.

For every array alchemy equivalent, there was a medium needed to transfer the necessary markings. In array alchemy, there was the aurora flame. With it, one was capable of drawing the necessary symbols for the laws one wished to change, at the same time, it was capable of acting as an alchemic flame.

For magic, this was even more straight forward. Although it was possible to use special materials to form wands and staffs that acted much like crystal will did for array alchemy, all that was necessary for magic was to use your energy to etch in the laws you wanted to change. The quality of energy would thus decide the power of the spell along with the quality of the magic formations. One could only imagine how powerful Luna would be if she studied this discipline.

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Then, there was runic vein theory. Its method was by far the cruelest of the three. It required creating a fire similar to that of the aurora flame, but the way to do so even made Dyon cringe. In order to create the runic flame, Dyon had to actually burn his blood essence!

The good news was that since the flame would become a part of him and be nurtured by his body cultivation exactly like his soul nurtured his aurora flame. This meant that there would, theoretically, be no loss in talent.

The bad news was that even the slightest mistake meant that it would become impossible to recover. This was because you were converting your blood essence to a form that made it impossible to re-integrate.

Normally, Dyon would be confident. But, according to his master's memories, it wasn't a surprise to fail up to ten or more times before finally succeeding!

The truth of the matter was that once the flame was created, it apparently became possible to supplement the lost blood essence through it using special runic flame supplements. So, as long as one succeeded, you could make up for your losses.

However… The problem was that failing once meant that you could not make your second attempt for at least a few months. If you failed twice in quick succession, your life would be forfeit!

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It seemed like problem after problem was arising. Dyon didn't have the time, if he failed once, it would all be over. Something was telling him that this final battle would be the final of the trial. After this, he would be teleported out. Even worse, if he failed, he would be entering the battle injured.

However, Dyon did have one thing no other person had. Well, two things. The first was overwhelming body cultivation talent. While it was currently buried and unrecognized by the tome, when he began to burn his blood essence, it would be his true essence that he was burning. Either way, his control over his body, if someone said he was second best, only an ignorant fool would dare claim first. Unless their name was Clara Sacharro, of course.

The second reason was the reason he was truly confident. He had his master's memories!

Normally, a person could only accept the guidance of their master and try to meander their way through vague explanations. However, to Dyon, it was as though he experienced all of his master's failures personally. And, even more importantly, it was as though he experienced his master's success personally as well!

In Dyon's mind right now, he had attempted to form his runic flame 28 times and succeeded once!

Normally, Dyon never truly integrated his master's memories. Except for the 'sexy time' ones he used for, ahem, reference, he essentially delved into his master's memories whenever he deemed it fit. However, this time, he went out of his way to integrate all of his master's experiences. Although she was a beast, and he was human, the process was essentially the same. Only two steps: burn, then condense. The idea was to condense the fumes of your burning blood essence into a flame before it dissipated into your body and improved your strength.

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The potential of the flame would then, obviously, depend on the talent of the blood essence used to form it. Now that Dyon's blood essence was essentially the amalgamated talent of billions of individuals, his talent as a runic master would be no less than that of his talent as an array alchemist.

About a half an hour later, Dyon concluded his memory integration and took a deep breath. He cleared his mind completely of all worries and focused on the task at hand entirely. If he let the pain of burning his blood essence take over, he would suffer greatly. Luckily, Dyon had dealt with far worse pains.

Dyon's inner eye immediately circulated through his body, checking every nook and cranny. It wasn't an actual physical eye, but because of Dyon's bodily improvement, if he focused, he could even feel his organs subtly vibrating with vitality. The more he focused, the stronger the picture became. It was almost like how you might not notice an ant was crawling across your skin until you focused on the spot, except it was like this for Dyon with the inside of his body.

He could suddenly feel the contraction of his lungs and heart, he could feel the blood flowing through his veins, he could almost feel the subtle movement of each individual cell.

When Dyon reached this state, he knew he was ready. He immediately focused his attention of the strongest presence of vitality in his body: his heart. Without a shred of hesitation, he grasped onto the golden blood that rested within his and forcefully increased his heart's pumping rate.

The heat in his chest skyrocketed to levels the human body shouldn't be able to withstand, agitating the blood and causing it to grow closer and closer to its gaseous form.

Dyon kept the rate of acceleration of his heart beat steady. This was because he knew that an erratic beat would cause him to miss the proper window.

If he burned too little, he wouldn't be able to form the flame because it wouldn't be potent enough. If he burned too much, it would be too much to handle. There was an optimal range for flame creation, if it was too much, not only would he lose control, he was harm his foundation, and it would instead re-condense into blood instead of a flame.

The key to surpassing this issue was to steadily increase the speed to the boiling point of the blood essence, that way, it would be possible to slowly siphon the gas that floated up. The moment it was enough, the flame would form, and you could then slow your heart beat.

This may sound simple, but it was incredibly difficult and required a lot of mental fortitude. If Dyon didn't have such control of his body, it would be impossible to pull off. It wasn't that Dyon's master was stupid and couldn't figure this out after her first few tries, it was just that, even as a beast, her body cultivation talent couldn't match up to Dyon. In the end, although she had memorized the theories to perfection, she succeeded mostly due to luck.

The other problem with this method was that it pro-longed the feeling of having your heart burning, which increased the pain manifold… However, Dyon persevered.

Not long after, Dyon could finally see signs of faint wisps of golden fumes wafting off of his blood essence. His muscles tensed as the most difficult part came into play. He needed to contract his heart, bringing the fumes into a separate and cooler chamber where the heat could die down and allow a flame to condense.

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Dyon's heart began to beat at an odd, but steady beat. It was as though he had two, not one heart. The chamber housing his blood essence pumped at a far faster rate than the chamber the fumes were floating up to.

The wisps of golden fumes reached their own chamber. Dyon could sense faint sparks flying between them, causing him to know that he was close to succeeding.

Moments later, a bright golden flame flashed into existence, causing Dyon to immediately slow the beating of his heart before collapsing to the ground. Within his heart, a flame danced about rampantly before dashing out and coursing through his veins.

The flame grew, stretching along and being nurtured by Dyon's body cultivation. Hours passed as it slowly grew from a common level flame to a peak grandmaster runic flame, corresponding with Dyon's peak saint body cultivation.

When the flame finished exploring Dyon's body, it suddenly became happy beyond belief when it noticed the collection of the Demon Sage's blood essence. However, it seemed to notice that it couldn't reach it like it wanted to.

If the flame could frown, it likely would have done so. But, it suddenly lit up with an idea.

Suddenly, the flame began to work on something Dyon had gone through all this trouble to do. It bore into Dyon's body, forcefully creating new veins. Inch by inch, it made its way to the Demon Sage blood essence before fusing the veins Dyon had been slowly creating with it to his new body cultivation talent.

Dyon's unconscious body convulsed, jumping two feet into the air before dropping down. The Demon Sage's blood essence finally found its bridge to truly become a part of Dyon's body.

It tore its way through Dyon's veins, shooting straight toward his heart to be stored along with his true blood essence.

In that instant, Dyon's bodily cultivation pushed past 28%, tearing through the 29% bottle neck before punching through the 30% barrier!

Celestial energy raged through the skies. Earthquakes seemed to erupt, all centering around a single incognito cave.

Dyon's flame danced around happily, stealing wisps of the Demon Sage's potential to strengthen itself. It tore through its own bottle neck, becoming a comet level flame in a single leap.

In the instant the Demon Sage's blood essence revolved around Dyon's true blood essence, the thunder in the sky clapped so profoundly that a crack gashed through the accumulating grey clouds. A single ray of sunshine beamed through it, resting at the cave entrance as though to bow down in respect to the birth of a true talent… In that instant, it was no less than the auspicious signs seen during the birth date of a world-shaking talent.

Without exception, every elder capable of understanding such signs looked into the skies and sighed, lamenting the fact this talent wasn't being born into their own clans.

There was a simple explanation for all of this. When Dyon's body absorbed the body kernel, his body had been rebirthed along with Clara's. This was why he technically took Clara's virginity twice, once before the kernel, and the other after.

However, his and Clara's talents were hidden away from the universe because they increased through unnatural means. It was only by perfectly fusing his olden talent with his new that the universe could no longer ignore Dyon's presence and was forced to create a sign as though he was a newborn. However, this baptism increased Dyon's Heaven's Blessing once again!

In the end, Dyon's blood essence integration finally stopped at 32%, resting at the lower celestial level. It wouldn't be until he reached 55% that he would break through again.

At this point, the tome was clearly agitated. It could now sense Dyon's body cultivation talent, but what enticed it even more was the potential of his runic flame. It could tell that although Dyon's runic flame was at the comet level, it would be a stretch to say that his knowledge was at the common level. However, the tome didn't care about current strength, it cared about potential, and it had never seen anyone with as much potential as Dyon, even its own master!

However, the tome also had a very clear set of rules to follow. If Dyon couldn't understand how to make it submit, it wasn't allowed to arbitrarily choose him…

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Within the Moon Clan borders, the Moon Clan and its subordinate clans were preparing to move. With their size, it would take a bit more than a day to reach the Angel Clan, despite their cultivation, so, they were moving and organizing themselves now.

However, in typical martial world fashion, there didn't seem to be much organization. If anything, they simply placed the canon fodder clans at the front. To them, if everything went well, there would be no need for their more important elites to risk their lives at all.

"King Viserion," Laura greeted politely. She didn't think they needed this man here to win, but having him on their side was better than having to lose more of their comrades against him. In fact, she planned on using the Viserions as canon fodder. She snickered to herself, thinking herself very clever. "May I ask where you armies are?"

King Viserion's vision snapped toward Laura, his eyes snapping into a yellow and slitted form as though he wanted to use his Dragon eyes to bore into her soul.

"You think that I joined your side to be used as canon fodder? My armies are here, however you'd better stick to using your little pretentious schemes on the enemy." With those final words, Veles walked away, not bothering to look back toward Laura whose eyes were currently flashing with murderous intent.

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'I'll let you keep up your attitude for now. However, war is quite a chaotic time. It would be a shame if a talented individual like yourself were to die… Such a shame indeed.'

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798 Second Trial 117

At dawn of the 7th day of the second trial, the sun was just barely peaking over the endless mountain ranges that surrounded the Angel Clan.

Amphorae stood in the air, wearing battle armor that dazzled the purple and golden hues of the sun. Her red-gold hair danced in the morning air while her piercing blue eyes seemed to freeze everything in its path. She was truly a goddess of nearly unmatched beauty. If Luna didn't exist, she would likely be the undisputed most beautiful woman of this quadrant. However, anyone would be hard pressed to decide which was the better of the two.

That said, there was something truly mesmerising about Amphorae. Her demeanor was so refined and pure, elegant without question, that despite her outrageously perfect proportions, no one dared to land their eyes on her figure for too long.

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At this moment, the Angel Clan armies were arranged perfectly, however, one large change had occurred under Amphorae's leadership. The army of 50,000 had suddenly expanded to just over 100,000.

Before Dyon left, he had made it clear to Amphorae that he was unsatisfied with the way the hierarchy of the village worked. However, he was also aware that fundamentally changing the culture in which a society was built on wasn't possible to do in a mere few days. Even a few decades might not be enough. Unfortunately, Dyon had no choice but to microwave the process as best he could. He only had a limited time in this trial world, and if he didn't increase his man-power, especially with so many odds stacked against him, he was asking for a swift loss.

Most might think it irresponsible of Dyon to leave his kingdom unattended for such a long period of time, but, he did it on purpose. This was because before Dyon left, he told Amphorae that should she find an opportunity, she should force the issue in allowing women to join the Angel Clan armies!

From youth, the women of the clan had no less training than the men. In fact, they were also no less talented. This was the reason everyone was aware of Amphorae combat prowess and why no other main clan family dared to be impudent when Amphorae was decided upon as Dyon's fiancée to be. She was simply leagues ahead of all of the other candidates. Plus, any dissatisfaction from that decision was completely wiped away once Amphorae instead became a concubine. Seeing her take her duty as seriously as she did, Amphorae had long gained the respect of not only all of the women in the tribe, but then men as well. Because of all of these factors, Dyon had long comprehended that gaining Amphorae's favor was a pivotal piece to conquering this trial! It was no wonder why females who took the God Trials were forced to play Amphorae's role.

By leaving Amphorae in charge of the Angel Clan alone for so long, Dyon allowed the Angel Clan citizens to remember the prestige of the woman who should have been their queen. In addition, everyone felt a certain familial love for this young woman who had been wronged in her life. Because of that, it made it many times easier to pass laws that stopped the forceful restriction of women.

Dyon essentially made use of Amphorae's past to serve as a live case study for why the women of the Angel Clan deserved more power. Knowing what Amphorae had been forced to go through all her life, and also knowing the crisis the Angel Clan was facing, who would dare refuse the help of women in such a situation?

As a result of all of this, those prideful men had the perfect excuse to put down their overblown egos because Dyon and Amphorae provided them with an out.

In the end, the army of the Angel Clan had expanded by twice its original size, each of them in their prime, and each of them elites of elites. With all of the elderly and young long since evacuated, even if their clan was razed to the ground, they would have no qualms about it. They could truly fight to their hearts content, and if it came to it, die along side their husbands knowing that their children would still have a chance in the future.

One hundred thousand angels stood with their backs as straight as javelins, looking off into the distance with their eyes emanating endless battle intent. It had been hundreds of thousands of years since their clan hand left their stamp on the world, but it seemed that their prowess had been forgotten.

They once stood at the top of the cosmos. Ever since they were young, they had been told endless stories about the prestige their clan once held. And yet, they now stood in danger of being annihilated by a mere royal god clan?

Unwillingness wasn't a strong enough emotion for what they were feeling now. Their hearts were raging, the blood was pumping, their killing intent rising to the high heavens and piercing its almighty veil. They wanted nothing more than to shred their enemies to pieces, to remind them of just want the Angel Clan represented.

In the mortal world, angels were often fabled and spoken about as benevolent entities. However, what people often overlooked was the fact they were also the warriors of God… It was time the world felt their wrath once again.

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799 Second Trial 118

Within the cells of the Angel Clan, Luna remained in a daze.

For the past two days, she constantly thought of Amphorae's words. Being by Dyon's side shouldn't be something to feel guilty about… She should feel honor…

No one truly knew Luna's thoughts but herself, but she hadn't lied to Amphorae that day. She had said everything without reserve. Maybe it was because she felt like she owed this girl who should have been her sister wife too much, or maybe she wanted someone to finally sympathize with her… Whatever the case was, she had blurted out way too many truths without hesitation. If she didn't know better, she would have thought that Amphorae had the same abilities as herself.

The truth of the matter was that Luna had been trying to find a way to help Dyon without betraying her sister. She felt like she owed her life to Laura and wouldn't hesitate to jump off a bridge if her elder sister asked her to, however, she didn't know when, but she had fallen so deeply in love with Dyon that it was affecting those very vows she had taken so long ago…

From the moment she met Dyon, he had placed an irrefutable stamp on her heart. She still remembered that arrogant and unrestrained smile that hid a deep rage toward those who underestimated him. She still remembered his shattering doubt after doubt as he soared higher and higher on the Universe Tournament Rankings, seemingly defying all logic by his own will. She still remembered him boldly proclaiming that she was his woman, even in the face two Emperor God Clans and her egomaniac of a father.

In the beginning, Luna was quite indifferent. She had seen too many people who thought so much of themselves, and this was especially so after her father paraded her around to practically every influential clan in the quadrant, hoping to pawn her off for more power. The problem with all of those people was that they always folded the moment things truly became difficult, only then would they become as feeble as kittens, only capable of relying on whatever background they had.

Luna couldn't lie to herself, she assumed that Dyon was some sort of hidden young master of some prestigious clan she couldn't bother to remember the name of. After all, how could someone as talented as him come from a such a small clan? But time and time again, he completely shattered her expectations, even reforming the way she thought about the world. And better yet, when he faced adversity, he didn't shrink, he only pushed forward, growing further.

During the tournament, Dyon always said that Veles only ranked 5th place because he was at the peak essence gathering stage, while he placed first because he had broken through to sainthood. The truth he didn't always tell was that Veles and Dyon had entered into the tournament at the very same cultivation level. They were both head strong, both more willing to die than willingly give up, however Dyon had a special attribute about him… While Veles could picture his defeat and would just refuse to break down mentally in the face of it, Dyon refused to acknowledge defeat at all!

No matter what the situation, no matter how dire, no matter how hopeless, Dyon only saw the path to victory. There was never a single sliver of doubt in his mind that he would succeed. So, when Dyon fought Veles for the right to enter the final four, he broke through while Veles could only accept his defeat.

When Luna thought back to these events, she inadvertently smiled, forgetting the inner turmoil in her heart for a small moment before she came back to reality.

Her mind wondered back to Amphorae's words again… Was she wrong?... Did her love matter at all if she didn't believe in her husband?... Would he even take her as a wife anymore?...

However, Luna found herself hoping that her plan would work anyway…

When Laura told Luna that she wanted her to ruin the alliance between the Viserions and the Angel Clan, Luna hadn't known what to do. But, in that moment, she also realized that her primordial yin was gone, so suddenly, a very hard choice became very easy…

By ruining the Viserion alliance with the Angel Clan, he knew that Veles would be angry beyond belief. With Dyon's personality, he would definitely choose to split from them and run away on his own. However, because Luna didn't want Dyon to be captured, she orchestrated the rebellion by the barbarians by telling their leader that his daughter, Mina, was being mistreated. This was incredibly easy to pull off considering her abilities to make others believe her words.

Luna's hope was that the remaining elders would be too weak to catch and kill Dyon, but also strong enough to occupy him long enough for this battle to end. By the time Dyon shook off those elders, the Angel Clan would be completely wiped out and Luna would have long since killed herself with her Moon Clan and the Ahpuch, thus putting an end to this whole mess.

With her death and the annihilation of the Angel Clan, even if the mysterious clans wanted to vent their frustrations, they would have nothing to do so on. In ten years, Dyon's father would be released and exact revenge along side Dyon who would have been smart enough to hide since he only had his own life to protect now.

Luna had been so sure in herself before… But was she wrong?...

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Luna could only continuously stare at the now clean dungeon ground as she squeezed her delicate head between her knees. Suddenly, her head snapped up, looking in a particular direction with unquestioned complexity written on her features.

In that instant, her plan went up in smoke. It seemed she had underestimated this husband of hers again… Not only was he back… He was more powerful than ever…

Luna's doubt strengthened manifold in that moment. Was she wrong in not believing in him?

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Dyon soared through the skies, cutting through the air like a hot knife through butter. His bright golden wings outshone the slowly rising sun, basking the desolate Angel Clan with a blinding light.

In that moment, every Angel clan warriors looked up into the sky to see their King approaching with the dawn's sun as his backdrop. He looked like nothing short of a God descending from the skies.

The Angel clan warriors were in shock. They had never seen anyone with golden wings. In fact, they had never seen anyone with more than a single pair of wings, but suddenly, their king had four!

A gentle wind swept through the prepared battle ground as Dyon lightly slowed to hover before Amphorae. The anger in his eyes was gone, replaced by a gentle and loving look that even his a bit of remorsefulness. However, he knew that now wasn't the time to pay Amphorae back… He didn't know if he would ever get to pay her back at all…

But, Amphorae only lightly smiled, seemingly content and understanding.

Dyon shifted to Amphorae's side. The sky brightened, erupting in a blessing that forced the illusions of both Dyon's and Amphorae's manifestations into existence. They weren't real, nor did they give them any boost in power… But it was as though Dyon's presence along with his queen's forced them to show themselves… As if they would be remiss had they not.

The Angel Clan looked up in awe as a Goddess bathed in pure white light stood beside a domineering man bathed in gold. Their wings spread outward, gently caressing every angel present, instilling their hearts with even more resolve.

At this point, Dyon knew he didn't need to say anything. There was no longer a need. Everyone already understood. Today, they would fight together. Their hearts would be as one and their goals would be in sync. With their King and Queen behind them, what did they have to fear?

They all faced ahead, standing outside the tall walls of the Angel Clan just as the rumbling of an approaching filled their sharp senses.

Dyon felt Amphorae slip a spatial ring onto his finger, causing him to nod in acknowledgment. He had these spatial rings formulated for the strongest 5 members of their clans, all of which were peak dao formation experts and happened to include Amphorae's father. He set these members aside, purposefully not placing them into the squads that formed his radius formation strategy.

As for their function, that was a secret that would soon drive the opposing army quite insane. This strategy would have been impossible had Dyon not incorporated ancient world formation theory, so he had to thank the Angel Clan ancestors for the benefits he gained.

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In a mere few moments, an army tallying nearly three million appeared in the skies, led by Laura Moon, Jabari Ahpuch, and Veles Viserion, along with their dao formation protectors.

Seeing Veles, Dyon didn't have a single change in his facial expression. It was as though he had never seen this man before in his life. If it wasn't for the fact Veles' expression was twisting and grinding as though he might explode at any moment, one would never know that there was a relationship between the two.

Jabari, however, had been completely nonchalant until his eyes suddenly landed on Amphorae. After all, unlike the unorganized attacking army, only Dyon and Amphorae stood in the air on the defending side. Their presence was extremely eye-catching.

Dyon's Perception spread out, seemingly piercing through everything as the irises of his eye moved so rapidly that it almost seemed as though his cool hazel-green eyes had become completely white. Unfortunately, unlike when he used his soul, Dyon's perception required him to purposefully land his eye on what he was observing. Even more unfortunately, personally scanning three million people was quite the burden. That said, it took Dyon less than ten seconds to finish.

"What a woman!" Jabari's large frame suddenly emanated a deep demonic aura as he slightly enlarged, "For you, beautiful, as long as you all surrender your spiritual vein and swear allegiance to the Ahpuch Emperor God Clan, I won't touch a single hair on that pretty little head of yours."

Amphorae didn't answer, nor did she seem to have any reaction. It was as though Jabari was a fly she couldn't be bothered to deal with.

Jabari raised an eyebrow before suddenly noticing that there was someone standing beside this beauty he had been so focused on. "Ah, I understand. This must be the pitiful man you were promised to? Don't worry, I don't particularly care whether you're a virgin or not. I'm only interested in making you mine. Who cares if I own your purity if I don't have the power to make you stay by my side?" Jabari fiercely grinned, his eyes reddening visibly. He hadn't been this agitated by a woman since he saw Luna!

Amphorae finally looked up, and met Jabari's demonic eyes, completely unperturbed. She knew that Dyon had no intention of standing up for her now, and she also knew the exact reason why not. If it wasn't for a purpose, with Dyon's personality, wouldn't he have had Jabari's head on a platter by now?

After all of the effort Amphorae had put in to turning the clan's image of women around, if she showed apprehension in dealing with a little harassment, wouldn't all that work fly up in smoke?

"Jabari Ahpuch, crown prince of the Ahpuch Emperor God Clan, is it?" Amphorae spoke lightly and gently, yet her voice seemed to travel to everyone's ears easily.

"Haha!" Jabari's chest puffed out in pride. "So, you have heard of me!"

"Of course." Amphorae nodded, still completely indifferent. "I've long since heard how you came in second to my husband despite being almost an entire realm higher in cultivation and more than a few decades older. Truly impressive.

"If my chosen man is pitiful, then how exactly do you label yourself?"

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801 Second Trial 120

When Amphorae's words reached Jabari's ears, he suddenly froze. Maybe it was because he lived too frivolous of a life style, or maybe he had forcefully forgotten the traumatic experience of losing his prestige and his to-be fiancée all in the same day, but it wasn't until this moment that he melded together the image of the young man he lost to all those years ago along with the one before him right now.

The truth of the matter was closer to the latter. Or else, why would Jabari not connect the fact Luna was married off to someone with the man he lost to? After all, the prize for beating him was her. Thinking back on it, it was actually quite stupid of him.

All these years, he had consoled himself, thinking that his future would be far brighter than the country bumpkin he lost to. Since he came from an Emperor God Clan, how could his resources match up to that of a crown prince? As the years passed, the gap between them should only increase.

However, no matter how much the top Ahpuch brass wanted to hide things from him, he realized how much work they had put in to ensuring the take over of this seemingly small and insignificant clan. To the point where they didn't hesitate to send him, their crown prince, to see to the deed personally.

On top of all of this, Jabari had long since heard that the former king of this Angel Clan was the reason even his own Clan didn't dare to lay a hand on them. Didn't that mean that this bumpkin's father was far stronger than his own?!

The more Jabari thought about it, the angrier he got. His skin reddened and a dense killing intent permeated the air.

"Good. Good. Good." His voice dropped 3 octaves along with the thickening of his bulging neck as his muscles began to squirm and grow. "Before, I was far too bored to be bothered with the battle. But, since the woman I want has spoken, I can only oblige.

"YOU!" Jabari's piercing red eyes landed on Dyon's calm ones. "COME HERE!" Jabari flashed from his position, immediately appearing in the no-man's land between the two armies.

Dyon looked at Jabari's angered expression feeling nothing but endless disgust in his heart. This fool stood before him trying to steal his wife as though she was some sort of poachable client, then had the audacity to be the one angered.

However, Dyon didn't act rashly. In the last 30 or so years, Jabari had broken through the peak saint stage, and although he wasn't a first grade warrior, he was at the mid-peak of the second grade which put him above many geniuses. That said, this wasn't what made Dyon apprehensive.

It was well known that the threshold for 'normal' geniuses began at the third grade, usually those capable of this feat at the essence level were guaranteed to become celestials, while those who did it at the saint level were guaranteed to become at least low level dao formation experts. But, a second grade warrior was far from enough to impress Dyon. The problem lied in the fact Jabari was the crown prince of an Emperor God Clan. Dyon had no doubt that he was a legatee as a result of that fact!

If Dyon had his energy and soul cultivation at his finger tips, there would be nothing to worry about. But, currently, Dyon didn't even have any wills he could use. On top of that, although his body had broken into the lower celestial level and was about the equivalent of a 2nd stage celestial who had broken through the celestial stage as a first grade saint, that was if and only if that warrior didn't use anything but their energy cultivation.

To explain things simple, because of Dyon's body cultivation talent and the potency of the demon sage blood essence, his body cultivation would always be the equivalent of a person who had broken through their previous stage at the peak of the first grade. And as a side note, this was also the same for his soul. The problem was that, that only remained true as far as the raw power given by the cultivation level itself, and not other supplementary sources of power!

If Dyon fought a first grade 2nd stage celestial right now who didn't use any wills, soul power, and somehow sealed away the prowess of their body or made it negligible, he would win without a doubt! However, the moment that opponent began using wills or other power supplements, Dyon would be placed on his back foot immediately!

The reason Dyon was able to defeat the saints he had since he awoke from his coma was because none of those warriors matched up to him in talent even remotely. They were at most 5th or 4th grade experts, with the occasional 3rd grade. They stood no chance and were completely unable to …

However, Jabari was different. Even though he was a mid-peak 2nd grade celestial warrior which corresponded to about 95 of 108 filled meridians at the saint level. Although he was only currently at the first stage of the celestial level, he was without a doubt capable of closing the gap between both his grade and stage with the use of his body cultivation and wills!

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Even worse, none of this accounted for the faith he could wield as the crown prince of the Ahpuch clan!

Simply put, if Dyon were to fight Jabari now as he was… Victory was completely uncertain…

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All of this aside, even if Dyon's soul and energy cultivation were unsealed, he wouldn't want to fight Jabari in such a situation. All Jabari cared about was his own pride, however, Dyon had an entire clan to worry about. His formation worked most effectively while he was heading it, for one. Secondly, the dao formation experts sent to protect Jabari would never let him die, so what was the point? Although Dyon had methods to make sure Jabari died, he didn't want to reveal them just yet.

However, there were some things that even someone as rational and intelligent as Dyon would ignore. To challenge him for his own woman wasn't something he would take lying down. Since Jabari wanted to embarrass himself, Dyon would happily oblige.

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Dyon slowly descended from the skies, landing beside an unassuming teenage boy with fiery eyes. His battle intent was clearly flickering, but Dyon could see a tinge of nervousness in his eyes when he looked over to his left to a girl that was about his age.

Although Dyon refused to add essence gatherers to his army because of their youth, he unfortunately couldn't afford to give up saints. Because of the talent of the Angel Clan, essence gatherers were aplenty even in children as young as 10 years old. Unfortunately, that meant that some saints were barely 16 or 17 years old. Here, that was both a gift and a curse.

The boy here was clearly not afraid to fight for his clan, but with the addition of who Dyon assumed was his crush into the mix, he couldn't seem to focus. Dyon knew that this was likely a problem many were facing, however, the benefits of adding 50,000 warriors outweighed the drop in battle prowess the original army would suffer while worrying about their significant others, daughters and mothers.

Dyon understood this more than almost anyone. There was a point in his life where he felt the need to be beside his wives every step of the way, making sure not even the tiniest mosquitoes bothered them. However, he too needed to learn how to let go. Women were delicate flowers every man wanted to protect with their lives, but often times that blinded these very men from understanding that each of those women who had a place in their hearts had prowess of their own… And… They wanted to give their life for you just as much as you wanted to for them.

Dyon lightly smiled, ignoring the fuming Jabari in the air. "Do you love her?"

The boy was startled. He was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he hadn't even noticed his King approach him. By the time he processed the words Dyon said, his ears immediately went red as he inadvertently glanced at the delicate beauty who was a few rows from him. Because of their arrangements, Dyon had purposefully given those with strong relationships battle radii near each other.

When Dyon's words spread across the battle field, the girl suddenly noticed the boy's gaze and she too immediately went red. The innocent moment lightened up the tense atmosphere that permeated the Angel Clan army, even causing some more of the shameless older men to laugh and jeer.

Dyon ruffled the boy's hair, "There's no greater sign of love than to fight beside one other. Always remember, she wants to protect you as much as you want to protect her. Only when you're side by side can you both be worry free."

Dyon's words stunned the army of warriors. The women felt their grievances had finally been laid to bare, while the men suddenly realized that maybe they had been too hypocritical in their steadfast biases. Although that didn't shift the culture of the Angel Clan, it was definitely a step in the right direction. In fact, it worked two-fold in allowing the tense nerves to relax.

Amphorae, who still stood in the air, smiled. She hadn't seen this charismatic side of her husband in a long time and no one was happier with its reappearance than her. Dyon's Presence seemed to make everyone cling to his every word… This was what a King should be.

"I understand." The boy lowered his head, half ashamed, but also half determined.

Smiling, Dyon said no more on the topic. Acting as though he suddenly remembered something, he looked up into the sky at the Jabari fool whose head was seemingly about to explode.

"Actually, I came here for another reason," Dyon said with a devious glint in his eye. "What weapon do you use, Malihcki?"

The boy was stunned. He had never expected that their King knew his name, but the moment he heard it, a deep warmth spread through his chest. He suddenly felt as though he would jump through fire for the man standing beside him.

"Responding to my liege, I use chakrams." The boy proudly held up two completely round blades. They were sharp all around with their only dull parts being within the inner circle meant to act as hand holds. They had a finished sheen to them that made it clear that this boy took care of them diligently.

"You take care of your weapons well," Dyon praised without reserve.

The boy blushed, avoiding Dyon's shining eyes to hide his happiness. "Did sire need them?"

Dyon smiled, accepting the two round blades from Malihcki. "I've never used these before. So, while they may be deadly in your hands, it's akin to giving a child a weapon in mine."

The boy was about to refute, but Dyon continued before he could get a chance to.

"Since that's the case, I thought it would be the perfect handicap to give the fool in the sky."

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Malihcki stifled a laugh, suddenly understanding the purpose of his King. But, looking at Dyon's hold on the chakrams, he also understood that this king of his had truly never used these weapons before. They were quite dangerous if used incorrectly, so he was also slightly nervous.

What Malihcki didn't know was that the moment Dyon's hands touched the blades, he felt an unmatched closeness with it. It was the same closeness he felt no matter what weapon his touched. The problem was that the feeling was much weaker than it was usually…

Without his Weapon's Master will, and considering his weapon's pagoda was sealed away along with his soul, his closeness with weapons wasn't so exaggerated as it had been before.

"I'll bring these back to you in a few moments," Dyon said lightly before soaring in the skies.

The boy watched with admiration in his eyes as his King stood before a man an entire half meter taller than him without an ounce of fear in his eyes.

Dyon nonchalantly spun both blades on a single finger. They were so sharp that he could feel the wind groan at their movement.

At this point, Jabari was about to lose it.

"To humiliate your enemy. Is this the way of the Angel Clan? How appropriate for you to be brought to heel." A dao formation expert of the Ahpuch Clan spoke out in disdain.

Dyon didn't bother to look at him as he spoke. "2 364 822 essence gathering experts. 1 682 455 of the 5th grade. 592 524 of the 4th grade. 89 799 of the lower 3rd grade. 44 of the peak-lower 3rd grade.

"573 534 sainthood experts. 102 456 of the 5th grade. 365 782 of the 4th grade. 105 296 of the peak-lower 3rd grade."

"154 693 celestials. All at the peak-lower 3rd grade. 125 803 of the lower celestial stage. 21 343 of the mid celestial stage. 7 543 of the high celestial stage. 4 at their peak celestial stage on the verge of a break through, but will merely become 3rd grade dao formation experts in the future."

Maybe it wasn't until Dyon's last sentence that the opposing army realized what Dyon was doing. And it wasn't until then that they realized they shouldn't feel any pride in the words they were hearing…

"Ah, yes. You also have 9 present dao formation experts protecting 3 fools I didn't bother to include."

When the dao formation expert heard Dyon emphasize the word present, he suddenly understood that this young king had already seen through their ploy…

"As for you three, all of whom are mere 3rd grade dao formation experts at the mid-high level, don't you think it's more humiliating for you to attack our clan with such a poor showing?" Dyon looked up, his eyes piercing through to the dao formation expert who spoke, allowing his peak King Presence to weigh down on the battle field until his enemies could hardly breathe.

"103 349 warriors. 81 593 sainthood experts. All of the peak first grade. 21 739 celestial experts. All of the first grade. 17 dao formation experts. 12 of the second grade. 5 of the first grade.

"You do not deserve to stand on the same battle field as us." Dyon shifted his gaze back to Jabari. "And you do not deserve to stand on the same battle field as me."

The blood of the Angel Clan boiled. How could they not understand the reason their King had said these words?

They were too short sighted in only seeing numbers. Maybe if they were still only 50 000 strong, the number difference would still be insurmountable, however, with their numbers doubled, their strength was unparalleled!

"I WILL KILL YOU!" Jabari finally lost his last shred of patience. He turned into a blur, charging toward Dyon like a raging bull.

Dyon shook his head as though he was lamenting being peerless in the world. However, all of his analysis of Jabari stood true even until now. Raging or not, this was not an easy opponent. Unfortunately for Jabari, Dyon had no intention of fighting him head on. The best way to deal with such an idiot was to use your head.

A stone with flashing comets shone as it hung loosely from Dyon's neck. Tossing the chakrams into the air, they suddenly disappeared from sight completely.

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Malihcki, who was still standing on the ground, was stunned by this. Could his weapons be used this way? Did his King lie? Did he actually know some sort of secret technique?

However, his thoughts were stalled as Dyon took a step forward toward Jabari's raging figure before disappearing from sight as well.

Jabari froze in complete confusion. How could a person just disappear? He was sure that Dyon hadn't used a movement technique… He had just vanished? What was going on?

In his rage, Jabari hadn't even taken out his glaive, wanting to tear Dyon apart with his bare hands. But, now he was apprehensive. He suddenly regretted never spending time honing his senses. His soul was still far from the celestial stage despite his energy and body cultivation having long since reached that stage, so he had no divine sense. He had no idea where Dyon was!

"YOUNG PRINCE!" The dao formation experts sworn to protect this Ahpuch crown prince suddenly shouted out in horror. As dao formation experts, no matter how poor their soul cultivation talent was, how could they not have at least managed to reach the lower 9th stage? Therefore, although they were baffled by Dyon's disappearance too, they knew he was still in the area!

However, it was too late.

Dyon nonchalantly waved his hand, slicing a gash into Jabari's back.

Jabari spun around violently, lunging forward with newfound ferocity. Unfortunately for him, Dyon had expected this.

The biggest problem when dealing with those stronger than you was that even if you immobilized them or caught them off guard, dealing serious damage was difficult. This was a major problem Dyon had when he fought Loki and Elder Daiyu, which was why the battle didn't simply end after he pressured their souls with the Aurora Steps.

Dyon knew that if he wanted to injure Jabari badly, it would take time. And that time would give this crown prince of the Ahpuch Clan too much time to become acclimated to his concealment array, not to mention give the dao formation enemies time to step in. A dragged out fight would have the opposite effect of the morale boost Dyon was going for. So, he needed a way to end things quickly.

That was when Dyon suddenly thought of an idea. Instead of using his own power to harm Jabari, why not let the overgrown gorilla harm himself?!

Jabari charged forward, spreading out his arms in hopes of catching even the faintest sign of Dyon. His speed burst forward as his devilish aura was pushed to its max, stimulating his God level bloodline to the best of his abilities and spurring his speed on.

However, the moment he was looking for never came. He reached his top speed in less than a meter, before abruptly coming to a stop just as fast.

Jabari froze, unable to move even an inch further as a stunned look in his eyes washed over his features.

Dyon slowly appeared as blood trickled down Jabari's forehead and his hand.

There, Dyon stood holding a chakram high. On one end was his strong and large hand… On the other… Jabari's sliced skull.

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The light in Jabari's eyes seemed to dim significantly, however, Dyon didn't let him fall from the skies. Instead, he grabbed a hold of his thick wrist, letting him dangle from the skies. He didn't really care to kill Jabari now or not, in fact, he was likely more useful alive.

One might wonder how a man with a blade in his head could be alive, but the truth of the matter is that even a wound like this is possible to be recovered from if you're a high level body cultivator. It's just that Jabari won't have any strength to do anything else for a good long while, which cut the enemies of the Angel Clan down by one second grade warrior, which was a decent return in Dyon's opinion.

That said, where Dyon truly benefited was the morale boost he just gave the Angel Clan and the shadow he placed over the hearts of the opposing army. His message was clear: 'If the crown prince of an emperor god clan can't match up to someone decades younger than him, what chance do you all have?'

Dyon took the spatial ring off of Jabari's finger, using the flames of the aurora stone to wipe away the soul mark left on it, causing Jabari to cough up blood weakly again.

In the moment, the dao formation experts of the Ahpuch Clan roared in anger, seeking to immediately come out for revenge. Unfortunately for them, the Angel Clan minister had long since locked their auras onto them. If they moved even an inch, this bloody battle would start with them in the middle of it all.

This was, obviously, the last thing those Ahpuch Clan elders wanted. After all, they knew very well that they were no match for the Angel Clan ministers. They wanted to wait until the canon fodder of the Moon Clan tired them all out before they swooped in themselves to deal some damage from time to time. Then, the hidden experts of the mysterious clan would come to clean up the final lingering issues and it would all be over.

But now, the life and death of their crown prince was unknown, the morale of their canon fodder was down the drain, and it was looking more and more like they would have to step in personally.

Dyon let go of Jabari's wrist before kneeing him in the face. In a smooth parabolic arc, the hulk of a man flew through the air and landed just behind the back line of the Angel Clan army before a mystical formation seemed to appear from thin air to seal him.

The Ahpuch Elders grit their teeth. This was war, could they really bargain for their prince's life? Even if they could, the only viable gift they could give was the withdrawal of their armies. If it was just the Ahpuch Clan's plan, that would be no issue. But, with the mysterious clans lurking around, it was impossible for them to take a step back.

Even worse, they knew that they had severe punishments waiting for them when they returned. Every Emperor God Clan treated their legatees like treasures because they were limited in number per generation! If they lost Jabari, that would be a permanent missing legatee in their ranks for at least the next few tens of thousand years.

Dyon had his back turned to the opposing army as though they weren't there at all, casually checking the spoils of his battle as the youth of the Angel Clan looked up at him in reverie.

With a smile, he flicked Malihcki's chakrams. The blade was so glistening and sharp that the coating of blood immediately fell to the ground, leaving the weapons as prestine as when Dyon burrowed them.

Tossing them upwards, Dyon caught them on the tips of his finger, balancing them both on one. Malihcki couldn't help being shocked. He knew, personally, how sharp those weapons were. When he saw how his King intended to catch them, he almost called out to warn him. Who had known that his King had reached such a realm of weapon mastery, to be able to decide what his blade cut and what it didn't.

After showing off a bit, Dyon threw both chakrams toward Malihcki like Frisbees, causing the young boy to freak out because the speed was too fast. He closed his eyes, waiting for death. He didn't even blame Dyon. He could only think that if he had reached the same realm of his King, he wouldn't be so scared right now. It was just his King thought too highly of him.

However, the death he was waiting for never came. Instead, he felt his chakrams silently slip into their rounded holders like they had been there all along.

"Thanks for the help Malihcki." Dyon said with a smile before he pulled out a massive 10 foot long glaive from Jabari's spatial ring.

The pole was a deep and reverberating black, etched with endless tattoos that radiated a devilish intent. Just the blade itself made up almost two and a half feet of the length, curved menacingly with a blinding silver metal. It too had etched, but they instead jetted out, patterned with what looked like crystals.

Even with Dyon's large hands, he could only just barely touch the tips of his fingers while wrapping around it.

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He felt a deep resonance with weapon and it seemed to cheer the moment he laid hands on it. If he was going to lose himself in murder today, this was the weapon he wanted to do it with.

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With Dyon's expertise, he could immediately see through this weapon. Normal weapons contained veins similar to meridians, which allowed one to flow their energy in and use it to a higher level. Unfortunately, Dyon never dared to do this because the weapons he used were much too high level. If he tried pouring his energy into the Dragon King, for example, he would be sapped of all of his strength immediately.

The reason why he never switched to a lower ranked weapon because of that was because the effectiveness of a transcendent weapon, even without energy supplementation, was far beyond those weapons below it. When Dyon did switch to a common level weapon, it was only to hone his sword will, not because it was the better choice for survival.

However, the truth of the matter was that this form of weapon was only one aspect. For example, Dyon's Aurora Steps could accept his soul pressure, and this glaive, used his body cultivation. The veins that made it up were quite similar to runic veins, which wasn't all that surprising considering the Ahpuch placed heavy emphasis on Body Cultivation.

Come to think of it, so did the Viserions and Angel Clan. Even the Moon Clan had special bodies, with the exception of Luna was something much more special. If Dyon had to make a guess, this was definitely a quadrant that followed the Body Path.

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"ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE AN ENEMY OUT OF THE ENTIRE AHPUCH EMPEROR GOD CLAN?!"

It seemed the Ahpuch Elders finally couldn't hold their tongues any longer. Seeing their clan treasure being held by an outsider crossed their bottom line. If one were to put this weapon on a scale similar to that of Energy Path weapons, it would definitely be of the transcendent level, most suitable to be used by celestials.

Considering how rare supreme level treasures were, even when one broke into the dao formation level, you would be lucky enough if you have one transcendent level weapon. The Ahpuch Clan simply couldn't afford such a loss!

Even worse, this was no normal transcendent weapon. It was a weapon reserved for the crown prince and future Emperor of their clan. It would only be passed down from the current Emperor once their chosen successor broke into the celestial level! Its importance was unprecedented. To the Ahpuch Clan, this glaive was just as important as the Viserions Dragon Refining Arts because they were both found in the same place! It was on that very day that the Viserions and Ahpuch made their first pact as unwilling allies.

"Oh? Is this weapon important to you?" Dyon said lightly. He didn't even bother to answer their ridiculous question. They should be worried about making enemies of him. What did he care for a bullshit Ahpuch Clan?

The Elder grit his teeth. "That is our clan treasure. Return it immediately, or else you'll gain the wrath of the Ahpuch Clan in full."

"Your clan treasure? Then why is there no owner of it?" Dyon suddenly chuckled. "Your supposed clan treasure doesn't seem to care about your clan all that much."

The Elder's domineering spirit was immediately washed out by an embarrassed light before his rage built again.

It was true that no one of his Clan had ever gained acknowledgement of the weapon. But, luckily for them, its spirit seemed to be dormant, so it didn't lash out when used by an ordinary wielder.

Much like the Angel Clan, the rest of this quadrant also had fairly low-level weapons. Well, more accurately, they were low level in Dyon's eyes because he had a whole room filled with transcendent level weapons and even had a supreme level ring and tower. But, in this era and especially this quadrant, transcendent weapons were rare as phoenix feathers. Even though they couldn't control the glaive, they still took great pride in owning it.

"I'll say it again." The elder said through gritted teeth, ignoring Dyon jabs. "Return the glaive. Return our prince. Lest you make an enemy of our entire clan!"

"Are you a fool?" Dyon finally turned around, swinging the glaive out from himself casually. The glaive seemed to sing, vibrating in agitation as though it was waiting for Dyon to do something it had waited for, for ages.

The surrounding armies were startled. Not by Dyon's response, but rather the reaction of the glaive. Although they weren't holding it, they could clearly feel its changes. Didn't this weapon not acknowledge anyone? What was going on?

"What did you say?!" The elder was so angry he didn't even notice what everyone else did. He was more shocked that a junior dared to speak to him like this.

"You're seeking to wipe out my Angel Clan with this pitiful display of yours and you're warning us to not provoke you?" Dyon's eyes sharpened as his Presence added another layer of overwhelming pressure. "Let me make something clear to you.

"Even if your Ahpuch Clan never stepped foot on Planet Haven after this day, we would come seek out your heads!"

The Angel Clan warriors roared in unison, spurred by their King's dominance and feeling their blood boil. The Heavens seemed to quake with their rising mood, causing clouds to roll through the once clear morning air.

What they didn't know was that their King was about to do something to raise their morale even higher.

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The Ahpuch Elders were taken back by Dyon's words. In any other situation, they would have felt endless disgust and disdain for such a statement. But, while others might not know it, they knew exactly who the father of this child was! If they lost here today, it would be their final chance to keep these proceedings quiet. Before they could manage to regroup and attack again, that monster would have broken free of his bindings! And it seemed like his son was growing into a monster even fiercer than him!

Dyon's heart began to thump madly as the golden flame that resided within it was lit ablaze, shooting out of the chamber it was within and racing through his veins toward the glaive.

The golden flame erupted from Dyon's hand, coursing through the etchings of the glaive and lighting them all up, one by one.

The glaive unleashed a roar of delight, erupting in a black-gold light that seemed only more domineering when compared to Dyon's bright golden wings.

The body of the glaive began to flake off its outer layer, shedding the skin that had hidden it for so many centuries.

Dyon had seen a weapon manifest a dragon before. He still remembered the day the Dragon King took a nap in the skies of the World Tournament. But, when a golden dragon appeared in the skies of Planet Haven, he had to admit that he was still very much surprised.

When the Dragon King appeared, he didn't truly understand the significance of it. But, now, how could he not? For this weapon to contain a dragon soul, was it truly a mere transcendent level weapon? He had always wondered where the Dragon King received the technique he used to become a weapon… Did it originate from here?

However, it turned out that Dyon was thinking too much about it. After his soul connected with this weapon, he understood its origins and it wasn't as lofty that the Dragon King. It wasn't that it was a bad weapon, it was just that it was almost impossible to match up to a weapon forged with a faith seed as its core.

That said, saying that this glaive's origins weren't as lofty as the Dragon King might be slightly misleading. Because, if what Dyon was seeing was correct, this was one of the many weapons forged by the Dragon Sovereign!

The current Sovereign race, or ruling race, of the Drago-Qilin quadrants is a clan of Golden dragons that was founded by the second strongest Dragon in their history: The Dragon Sovereign. One can see just how powerful this man was considering the Dragon King was only known as being in the top ten, while he was indisputably number two.

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What shocked Dyon even more about this information, though, was the fact that a beast could be a weapon's smith! However, when he thought about his newly gained knowledge of runic vein theory, he understood. Although beast soul talent was too poor to be great array alchemists – other than exceptions like the celestial deer, of course – their body cultivation talent was unmatched! Of course, there would be amazing runic masters in their ranks.

It seemed that this glaive was stolen from the Dragon Sovereign along with the information about dragon anatomy that was used to create the Dragon Refining Arts. It also made sense that Dragons would have the most information about their own veins, after all, runic vein theory relied on you first understanding your own body before you gained the ability to improve it.

Knowing this, Dyon's respect for the creator of the Dragon Refining Arts was increased to another level. To have the audacity to steal from such an entity, and then create a technique that would make every Dragon in existence want to kill you… That took some guts.

The black flakes of the glaive burst into nothingness, revealing veins of gold coursing with blazing golden flames.

The blade of the glaive erupted with sounds of metal sharpening as its edges became thinner and its body extended by another foot, pushing past 3 feet.

"Huh." Dyon's voice cut through awed silence. "Seems like it's not so difficult to gain acknowledgement of this weapon after all. Seems your Ahpuch Clan is simply incompetent."

The dao formation expert didn't know how to respond. Even an idiot could see that the weapon that had never once responded to their long line of Emperors was being wielded by a mere child right now with absolute ease.

"It seems you're quite good at stealing things that aren't yours. It seems like your father truly raised you right." Veles' voice was seething. He had to tact in his words and emphasized the word father, knowing well that it was Dyon's weak point. Dyon had no idea his father was still alive, so one can imagine how deep those words cut.

"Ah," Dyon swung the glaive casually, causing a mountain range in the distance to be split in two. "I almost forgot about the other Emperor Clown Clan of our lovely quadrant. Do you want to be shown how poorly you used your treasures as well?"

Veles' brow furrowed, but his eyes seethed as he witnessed Dyon pull out a large tome.

"I heard that you only had 9 levels." Dyon let go of the glaive, allowing it to float beside him. "So, how come I see 9 acts of 3 levels each?" Dyon made a big show of licking his thumb and flicking through the pages before reaching the 10th and flipping it around.

"Here's the start of the 4th act," Dyon flipped some more, "Here's the 5th… Here's the 7th …"

By this point, Veles was ready to implode. By the time Dyon got to the last page, he was completely fed up while the Angel Clan was dying of laughter.

In that moment, Laura, who had been watching this entire scene unfold, finally set aside her apprehension about Veles. This anger… It couldn't be faked… Veles truly hated Dyon's guts!

"Since we're allies," Laura said to Veles in a whisper, "I can't exactly leave you out to dry like this, now can I?

"Members of the Moon Clan!" Laura's sweet voice rang out, "Attack!"

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Dyon shook his head as he watched the ridiculous amount of essence gatherers charge over. They were practically falling over each in nervousness. For the first time, Dyon questioned whether making detailed military plans was really worth his time.

He could clearly see the saints, celestials and dao formation experts remaining unmoving. The most ridiculous part of it all was that because of what he assumed were their big egos, the essence gatherers had actually been in the back, while they were at the front. That meant the essence gatherers had to quite literally fly over and under the group of more powerful cultivators that was trying their hardest to look as intimidating as they could.

Dyon leisurely looked from side to side before he glided backwards about 3 meters. Then, he simply stopped, standing completely still. He had long since retracted his wings. In fact, he didn't even use them to fight Jabari. He knew there was a long battle ahead and couldn't afford to waste stamina on trivial things. However, he shockingly didn't retreat to the center of the Angel Clan army. Even more oddly, none of the angels had moved a single centimeter!

By now, Laura and the Ahpuch elders believed they had seen through Dyon by now. He had just spent so long putting on a show, making it seem as though they were nothing but ants, but they believed themselves to be smarter than him. They believed that Dyon only did this to raise the morale of the Angel Clan. In their minds, the truth was Dyon was simply trying to squeeze all of the hope he could in a clearly desperate situation.

Laura chuckled lightly to herself as she watched Dyon stand in the middle of the two armies, still trying to act tough. "We'll see how long you can keep this façade up for."

Dyon looked up to see Laura giggling. Despite the noise of the roaring essence gatherers charging toward him, his hearing was able to tune in whatever sounds he wanted to focus on. When his eyes fell on the silver-haired, green-eyed beauty, his eyebrows raised.

'There's something wrong with her mental state,' Dyon made a mental note of it. For a leader of such a mission to be compromised in such a way, wasn't that just gifting him more cards to use in the future?

Veles, however, was reacting very differently. For the nearly 60 years of his life, the only one of his peers he had ever lost to consistently was Dyon. Unlike most people who would feel disheartened by such a thing, Veles only saw it as motivation.

Despite Dyon's two-time betrayal of his trust, Veles still believed he knew him better than most people. And everything he knew was telling him one thing: Dyon doesn't take losses and he sure as hell wouldn't be stupid enough to spear head an attack against canon fodder so early on. So, the question was, what was about to happen?

With his brows furrowed, Veles turned to Laura, "I don't think this attack is smart. He definitely has something up his sleeve."

Laura turned to Veles, smiling a smile that didn't truly seem like one, "I ignored your comments earlier, and now I'm using my own people as canon fodder, but not only have you still not brought out your army, you insist on speaking on how I command mine? Don't you find this a bit off, King Viserion?"

Veles shook his head, not bothering to argue with this woman. He did his job as an ally by informing Laura. His reasons for not allowing the Viserion army to advance was obvious, he didn't want the lives of his brothers to be used to pave the way for the whims of the Moon Clan.

"What are you so worried about?" Laura said teasingly, "You said yourself that this Angel Clan King came clean to you about all of plans, no?"

Veles' brows furrowed even further. Was this woman thinking straight? If Dyon was as smart as he knew him to be, since he planned on stealing the Dragon Refining Arts, he would have planned for the possibility of being caught. Knowing this, why would he ever tell Veles the whole truth? He likely hid the most important parts understanding that Veles' reaction would be to join the opposing army. Since that was the case, how could Veles possibly know everything?

What Veles didn't know, that Laura did, was that Dyon never planned on betraying him. So, while Veles didn't believe everything he told Laura, Laura, who knew Luna was the reason behind their falling out, took every word Veles told her as gospel.

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"Don't worry so much," Laura said, still giggling, "By the end of the day, I might even give you the opportunity to warm my bed."

A weird expression spread on Veles' face, "I prefer my women to be solely my women, thanks."

Laura pouted, "How sexist of you. You can have multiple women, but I can't try many men? Even that Jabari Prince is more open minded than you are. At least he sees me as a challenge to conquer."

Veles didn't know what to say, so he just didn't respond. He was more content with letting Laura think he didn't feel confident enough to be compared to other men than climb into bed with such a vixen.

Suddenly, Dyon swept out his glaive, drawing a single line across the dirt that spanned tens of kilometers in either direction.

"I warn you all now, crossing this line means death. Do with that information what you will."

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The essence gatherers froze, stumbling over each other as they pushed to stop themselves. The scene was almost funnier that when they had to squeeze around their superiors earlier.

When Laura saw this, she frowned. But, changed her tune to a light laughter soon afterward. In that instant, everyone's attention was on the silver-haired beauty in the sky.

"You're putting on a good show," She clapped her small hands together in delight. "First, you use petty tricks to force the Ahpuch Crown Prince to injure himself with his own power since you didn't have the strength to do so yourself.

"Then you made a big show of conquering the Ahpuch Glaive, when in reality, it's only because you happen to be the first person to hold the glaive and Dragon Refining Arts tome at the same time. Something, mind you, you only accomplished by betraying your long-time friend for the second time."

When Laura sound this, flashes of realization suddenly appeared in the eyes of the stalled army and murmurs began to spread through them.

That was right! The two treasures were separated for a long time now! He's not special, it's just that he back stabbed King Viserion while asking for an alliance. He's nothing but a cheap bastard who uses petty tricks!

The more those canon fodder spoke, the angrier the Angel Clan army became. This was their King! How could they stand here and do nothing! However, they remember the words of their King well. Anyone who acted out of line and not within his commands would be killed without question. This was revolutionary in ancient times, but in reality, this was standard for mortal world military affairs.

"And now what?" Laura snickered, continuing her dismantling of Dyon's façade, "You want to cripple the morale of my Moon Clan? I'm sorry, but we're not so weak willed nor weak minded.

"Today is the day the Angel Clan will be wiped from existence."

The Moon Clan army roared, their morale sky-rocketing. What did they have to fear this dancing monkey for?

They sprinted forward with renewed vigor. As essence gatherers, although they could fly, their stamina while doing so depleted much faster than saints and above experts. So, if they had to fight for an extended period of time, it was best for them to do so on the ground. Only second and first grade experts who reached the essence gathering stage could reasonably sustain flight since they had filled many more meridians with the necessary energy. Unfortunately for them, they weren't warriors of such caliber.

Laura watched this scene with a bright smile on her face. However, she never saw the look of despair on Dyon's face that she had expected. In fact, Dyon hardly reacted to her pointed words at all. Instead, he simply lifted his dark gold glaive, letting it rest on his shoulder before he turned and leisurely walked away.

"Mother-in-law!" Dyon called out to a beautiful middle-aged woman who hardly looked 30 or 40 years old, "I'll have to trouble you."

Amphorae's mother smiled and nodded lightly. Raging soul power erupted from her, far exceeding Dyon's capacity and climbing to the peak of the 12th stage.

In her hands, a large round crystal filled with comets burst with power, causing streams of pure white energy to flow from it and directly into a pit in the ground.

The bones in Dyon's feet cracked as he revolved the Celestial Wind Technique, flashing away in an instant and appearing in the very center of the Angel Clan army before reclining on a throne.

Seeing Dyon run away, the doubt in her heart disappeared and her laughter grew louder. Even Veles thought that maybe he had thought much too highly of Dyon. Maybe he was so conceited that he never expected to get caught by him anyway?

"See him run my fellow clan members? Charge forward freely!" Laura's melodious voice rang outward.

Unfortunately for her, when Dyon called out to Amphorae's mother, he had used the communication arrays he had given everyone. The opposing army didn't hear him, or else the dao formation experts would have sprung into action. The truth was that it wasn't proper etiquette for dao formation experts to jump into the fight so early, so if they saw his mother-in-law taking action, they would have tried their best to stop her before they lost too many essence gatherers.

However, Dyon had long thought through all of this. He purposefully provoked his enemies, strutting around in an exaggerated fashion. He knew well that Laura would believe Veles' words while Veles would doubt his own, that's why he didn't bother making new plans, the sowed discord by this action of his would be enough to throw their armies into chaos. Why? Because he hadn't told Veles about this plan because it was the trump card he didn't have to end up using.

As for why they couldn't see or sense his mother-in-law? Because she was nowhere near the battle field. She was within the clan's depths, standing above their spiritual vein, putting the finishing touches on a formation that used it as its power base!

The essence gatherers continued charging forward, completely oblivious. By this point, they were a mere 500 meters from the front line of the Angel Clan warriors, however, more than half of them had long since crossed the line Dyon drew. In a mere moment, they had all passed it…

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That was when a beam of energy more than a 100 meters in radius erupted from the center of the Angel Clan. As soon as it reached its apex, it split at the top, spreading out directly toward the line Dyon had drawn…

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Before anyone could react, a dome of transparent light covered the battle field, split into two semi-spheres. The first perfectly aligned with the line Dyon drew, the second was perfectly situated before the front line of the Angel Clan warriors, effectively trapping more than two million Moon Clan warriors between the two domes. They were unable to attack and unable to retreat.

"Would you light me to attack them?" A sweet voice resounded in Dyon's ears. But, he shook his head.

"No need to waste power on these canon fodder types. We'll just slowly kill them all, it's no problem. Time is on our side, not theirs. The moment the Viserions catch wind that something is going on, the Ahpuch will suffer."

Although Dyon couldn't see it, Amphorae's mother nodded and appeared on the battle field, discreetly handing Dyon yet another ring before retreating to her husband's side. By now, Amphorae was seated on a throne beside Dyon, yet the Angel Clan still hadn't made a move.

"It's a shame that none of you took my warning seriously," Dyon said lightly to the clearly panicking essence gatherers. They tried attacking the screen before them to retreat, but they found that their attacks, even with millions of them, couldn't even leave a dent. How could it? They were essence gatherers and this was a comet level formation Dyon pulled directly from his master's memories before making modification to it. Not to mention, it was fitted with the near infinite source of energy that was the spiritual vein.

Dyon would have used a star level formation since his master new many of those as well, but he didn't have the ability. His soul was still too weak to study such a high level formation, let alone make modifications to it.

"It also looks like your leader is even more incompetent than you are stupid." Dyon continued, paying Laura back in full for her ridicule. Anyone could see that Laura had been outsmarted.

"Archers." Dyon raised his hand.

The opposing army's scare turned into confusion. Barrier worked from both sides, if he attacked, wasn't he only helping them to destroy the barrier he put up? The Angel Clan King couldn't be so stupid, could he?

However, in the next moment, their confusion and slight disdain turned into cries of anguish. The Angel Clan only had about ten thousand qualified archers in their ranks, those that studied the dao of archery, that is. That said, with their speed, even killing ten in a second was possible. Laura couldn't only watch as her essence gatherers were mowed down one by one without an opportunity to retreat. Even when they tried to escape from the sides, they found that there were barriers there as well!

They couldn't understand what was happening, how could a barrier only work from one side? What kind of magical formation was this? And why couldn't they even shake it in the least?

By now, the outside army charged forward, launching their strongest attacks to try and shatter the barrier. But, the scene of them charging their attacks made Dyon laugh so hard that his sides hurt. Even Amphorae couldn't help but giggle.

By the time the celestials and dao formation experts realized why Dyon was laughing, it was already too late.

Their attacks slipped right through, annihilating hundreds of thousands, speeding up the process of their own army's annihilation.

Soon, silence reigned on the battle field. More than two million dead bodies lay in a pit created by the opposing celestials. Before they had even fought a single Angel, they all died. Even the ten thousand archers who had been fighting recovered in an instant because they were within range of the Angel Clan spiritual vein. The density of energy they had access to far outdid all other places in this entire quadrant.

Even Dyon's grand teacher who had watched everything from beginning to end could only shake his head and sigh. One was supposed to take their trials before they became a celestial, but often time, many would take it as soon as they stepped into sainthood, this was because it was the breakthrough that provided the best power boost in exchange for time and age. Meaning, it was usually easy to reach sainthood for high tier quadrants, and it was a good power boost.

This was the best choice for many because the difficulty of the trials was not only decided by which of the seven doors you chose, but also your age. Dyon entered at 18, and was now about 19-20 years old, which was actually quite late compared to most, so his trials were slightly harder than most, although not by much. However, because of the age, very, very, very few knew much of anything about array alchemy, let alone enough to trap more than two million warriors. The level of comet level array alchemist shouldn't have been possible unless you were at least a few hundred years old!

Because of Dyon's advantage, he had basically turned one of the toughest trials of the five – a trial many only took to be a survival trial ranked by time you managed to stay alive – into nothing more than a joke!

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"Feel free to come." Dyon said with a teasing light in his eyes. "I'm not an animal, I'll allow you to take your fallen comrades back for a proper burial. They deserve at least that much for being sent to their death by their Princess, don't you think?"

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The celestials and saints who had attacked were clearly apprehensive. If they went it, according to what they'd seen, it would be easy. But, would they be able to come out afterwards? What would they do if they couldn't get down? Would they be mowed down as well?

Laura's delicate features twisted. She didn't care about the deaths because of the individuals, what she cared about was her face and the fact that losing two million plus warriors wasn't something any Kingdom could sustain easily, even if they were just essence gatherers.

Many of those were third and fourth grade warriors that had a lot of potential for the future. They would definitely become saints, and if they were lucky, celestials in the future! Some might even find their own luck and become dao formation experts. To say that the entire foundation of the Moon Clan was crippled would almost be an understatement!

Laura was agitated for another reason as well. The only reason she didn't make a fuss about Veles not bringing his army to the front line was because she wanted to take advantage of it.

She knew exactly what Veles lost, obviously, because she was watching from start to end. Although she didn't specify how she wanted Luna to ruin their alliance, she was pleasantly surprised with the method used.

After she saw Dyon escape with it, she began to concoct a plan. In fact, she originally wanted to send experts after Dyon, however, the Viserion elders were too incompetent and allowed him to escape too early. And, because Dyon cleverly remained inside of Viserion territory throughout the time they were chasing him, Laura couldn't risk sending experts lest he lose Veles' favor.

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The truth was that she didn't think she needed Veles to win this war. So, after her first attempt failed, she wanted to quickly defeat the Angel Clan before Veles could find a chance to intervene, then take the tome from Dyon's corpse before Veles could breathe a word of discontent.

With that method, the moral high-ground would have been hers. After all, why would Veles deserve spoils of war when he didn't contribute? According to Laura's calculations, even if Veles was as wild as she thought and decided to fight it out with her, his army was only about a million warriors deep while hers was over three million! She thought that even after fighting the Angels, she would have plenty of strength left to wipe the Viserions off the map, and she would have good reason to as well. Veles would thus lose the protection of the main Viserion branch since he stepped out of line first.

The plan should have been perfect! She would even manage to fulfill the wish of her late father by raising the Moon Clan to new heights. If she gave the Ahpuch the tome, which she had righteously won away from the Angel Clan, the Viserions wouldn't be able to raise a word of discontent, and, even more poignant, it would be the perfect dowry for her to become Jabari's main wife and future Empress of the Ahpuch Emperor God Clan!

But now, everything was crumbling before her.

Her supposed future husband was nearly dead and might even be crippled. She had lost the foundation of the Moon Clan her father had so painstakingly built. And now her chances of having the moral high-ground with Veles had vanished into the wind…

Laura grit her teeth, "King Viserion, you aren't going to continue not to act, are you? I've now lost over two million warriors, is that not enough of a bid of sincerity?!" By the end of her words, Laura's voice had turned shrill.

Veles nodded. He held back because he was worried that the Moon Clan would only want to use him, but now it hardly mattered. If he continued to hold back, he would be suspected.

"Elder," Veles spoke respectfully to the dao formation expert flanking his left. Laura apparently found this weird judging by the look in her eye, it was as though she wasn't used to Kings treating their subordinates well. In that moment, inner turmoil ravaged her thoughts before it disappeared, replaced by complacency. "I'll have to ask you to test the power of the barrier."

The elder nodded, flashing forward until he was just outside the range of the outer most dome. Before he could act, numerous shadows appeared in the distance, carrying with them a blood thirsty and savage aura that could only be matched with the Viserion army. Soon, an army of nearly a million appeared over the mountain, marching in sync.

Dyon chuckled when he saw this. Clearly, Veles took inspiration from their talk, learning how to organize his own armies. However, Dyon didn't mind. Copying him was one thing, whether he could deploy his strategy appropriately was an entirely different matter.

The Viserion elder erupted into his second battle form, corresponding with the 6th stage of the Dragon Refining Arts. Or, more accurately, the peak of the second act. But, before he could attack, Dyon suddenly spoke.

"The Viserion Clan is truly an odd one." He said lightly.

Veles furrowed his eyebrows, even the elder stopped midway. They had just suffered a major loss because they fell for Dyon's goading, if they didn't listen to him when he spoke this time, wouldn't they just suffer more losses?

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"There are only a few options for how your current actions could end. You could all die, the same way those canon fodder did, or you could by dumb stroke of luck manage to breach the barrier, and then you can die." Dyon continued.

Veles' lip twitched, "You think that just because your barrier can trap those pitiful essence gatherers that it can trap us as well?"

Dyon shrugged, "I don't really care what you believe or not, I'd just rather not annihilate your branch clan in light of the relationship between your father and mine.

"But sure, let's give you the benefit of the doubt. Let's say you breach the barrier and somehow manage to kill us all, then what?" Dyon waited patiently like they weren't currently in the middle of a battle.

"Then we would have wiped away the humiliation you've levied against us, what else is there?" Veles said in rage.

"Oh? So, you don't care about the remaining 18 pages then? Considering the tome has acknowledged me and only me, the moment I die, those pages go with me. I wonder how the Viserion Clan feels about that?" Dyon said pointedly.

Veles froze. He didn't doubt for a moment that Dyon was telling the truth. He also knew that it was impossible for Dyon to have used a fake tome when he showed him those pages. The aura of a Divine level technique could only be possible faked with the use of another divine level technique, but even then, each had its own unique aura. Veles had spent too much time with the tome to mistake its presence.

"I would unlock them myself." Veles said stubbornly.

"Oh please." Dyon said, waving him off. "The only thing you would have felt when you cultivated to the 9th stage was that the technique wasn't complete, you wouldn't have unlocked a thing. If that was the method, how would I already have access to the final 18 pages?"

Veles gritted his teeth. He was an intelligent person, how could he not have understood this already? He was simply being stubborn. It was already clear to him that Dyon had once again one-upped him.

"You should know," Dyon said chuckling, "If they fail today, they fail period. Do you think that the main Viserion branch would allow the Ahpuch to run around so rampantly? Do you think that the little Moon Clan dares to encroach on my Angel Clan on a whim?

"The Clans backing the Ahpuch don't even dare to send too many of their own here because they have their own problems to deal with. In fact, I just learned a few moments ago that my father is still alive and will be released within 10 years, with two decades being the upper limit, at that time, what chance do the Ahpuch have to withstand his wrath?"

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Every one of Dyon's words were like hammers slamming against the hearts of everyone present. This was especially true for the Angel Clan members who had just heard of this news. However, those elders of the Ahpuch Clan were the truly shocked ones.

Unlike their crown prince, they were privy to the full scope of this operation. This was a given, considering they were dao formation experts, they were near the top of their clan in terms of prestige. So, they knew the sensitivity of this mission and how many schemes it had taken to prepare the Moon Clan with the capability to attack this clan.

If the Ahpuch failed, they would be without allies. The mysterious clans would abandon them in order to save face with their Beast Alliance allies, while the Viserions would likely have one of two fates: they would either be annihilated by the Beast Alliance, or they would be pulled in. Either way, there would be no place for the Ahpuch left in this quadrant or cosmos.

Even if the surrounding Emperor God Clan alliances didn't swallow up their territory, when Dyon's father broke free, without the support of the Viserions, he would have no issues running rampant, they would no longer have the slightest chance of suppressing him!

The more the elders thought about it, the more grim their expressions became. They couldn't let this day end like this!

Only by fulfilling the mysterious clans' requirements could they secure their protection. If they failed, what purpose would those clans have in keeping them around? They'd be thrown out.

"What are you trying to say? Spit it out." Veles said, clearly agitated.

"Nothing much," Dyon said nonchalantly, "Just that it makes more sense for you to come back to my side. If you do, you can not only receive your Dragon Refining Arts, you can also receive the 18 pages that have been unlocked as well."

Veles was stunned that Dyon would be so bold, but the Ahpuch and Laura were troubled by this, clearly. If Veles suddenly turned on them now, their chances of winning would suddenly be close to zero. Unlike the Angel Clan, the Viserions had a sizeable army. Although they still had less saint and celestial warriors compared to the Moon Clan who still had over 500 000 saints and over a 100 000 celestials still alive, if the Viserion numbers were added to the Angel Clan, their defeat was basically sealed!

Suddenly, what should have been a simple annihilation of a small clan had actually become the dooms day of the Moon and Ahpuch Clans.

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Laura knew she had to do something. If she didn't, everything her father had worked for would go up in smoke. She knew that if the mysterious clans saw this situation going south for them, they would simply disappear and not bother to get involved at all.

"Don't be fooled by him, King Viserion," Laura spoke out, "If he was so confident in victory, why would he ask you to join him? You know him better than anyone, you understand how arrogant he is. If it wasn't absolutely necessary, would he ever ask for your help?

"When he came to your clan for an alliance, he never planned on asking for an alliance, he only wanted to distract you so that he could steal your Viserion Clan's prized possession. I fear that if you believe in him and step into the dome, your fate will be the same as those experts of my Moon Clan.

"If he truly cared for the relationship between your fathers, why would he ever steal from you to begin with? On top of that, why would he only propose this after your dao formation expert was about to attack? Obviously, this barrier of his can't withstand such power, or else he wouldn't have resorted to this."

Everything Laura said was reasonable, in fact, the logic was flawless… On the surface that is. Only Dyon and Laura knew that her words were nothing but bullshit. Dyon never had the intention of betraying Veles, and Laura knew that. In addition, the only reason Dyon was so blatantly disrespectful when this battle started was to ensure that the maximum amount of Moon Clan warriors were cut down.

Veles' face darkened, clearly having not needed Laura to explain these things to him. With his personality, would he ever bow down to benefits? Since he lost his tome, he would earn it back himself! Since the final 18 pages could be unlocked, he'd do it too! That was who he was!

"The things this Viserion has will be earned by his own hand. I am not a man who will abandon his allies in the face of benefits! Elder!"

Without hesitation, the Viserion Elder raised his hand, causing a ball of blazing fire to condense in his palm. In that moment, what looked like a sparling array of red rubies appeared behind him, intricately laid out, being about a few meters across. It was without a doubt a first level dao!

The was the first time Dyon had witnessed a dao formation expert fight. Although Elder Daiyu was technically of that level, as was the Daiyu ancestor afterward, the former was injured and couldn't use his daos, while the latter hadn't had the opportunity to attack at all.

Instead of showing fear, he was instead very intrigued.

The power of a dao was decided by the size of its representation along with what the martial world called its layers. The in-depth explanation is best left to another time, but in layman's terms, the larger and more intricate your dao was, the more powerful it was. As for the dao stage it reached, that was actually only determined by the richness of its color. Meaning, the brighter a dao was, the higher stage of the 9 stages it had reached.

Considering the brightness of the dao of this elder, he had reached the first stage of fire dao. It was technically also possible to tell what path, and how many paths, an expert followed by studying the patterns of their dao, but Dyon didn't know or understand enough to do that.

The ball of flames began to pulse rapidly, expanding tens of meters in an instant before condensing and repeating. In less than a second, it was more than a hundred meters across, completely blocking the Angel Clan army from view of their enemies, and vice versa.

"Break for me!" The elder roared, releasing his attack toward the boundary.

Not a single angel moved, it was as though this had nothing to do with them. They had the ultimate confidence in their King. Since he didn't tell them anything, they wouldn't do anything.

The massive ball of fire passed through the first barrier easily without a single ounce of resistance, but this was already expected. All anyone could anticipate was what would happen once the flames slammed against the second.

Rings of displaced air fired from the back of the flame, causing it to gain speed. Dyon could tell that if this attack was aimed at him, he wouldn't have the slightest chance of dodging it without some extenuating means. However, what he found interesting was that despite the power of the attack, it didn't break through space…

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In modern times, even mere saints could break through space when their attacks were powerful enough. However, what Dyon didn't know was that that was only because of how fragile his home universe was. In more robust ancient universes, only the best of best spatial masters could do such a thing. In fact, if Dyon paid a bit more attention, he would have also noticed that the energy, land, and even gravity of ancient times were tens of times higher in quality than the era he came from!

As Dyon was immersed in his thoughts, a cacophonic blast emanating a hellish heat slammed into the inner shield, causing it to quake and ripple… And then… A massive crack began to spread…

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The crack accelerated, causing a blistering heat to waft through the Angel Clan. But, they remained unmoved, in complete sync.

BOOM!

The dome violently quaked, sending force winds and overbearing earthquakes through the battle field.

Veles and Laura looked very pleased with themselves. They knew that this attack wouldn't wipe out the Angel Clan army considering they had plenty of dao formation experts on their side as well, however, their only goal was the destruction of the barrier. As long as that happened, there wouldn't be any issues.

Minutes passed by before the explosions finally settled and the smoke slowly cleared.

As expected, the Angel Clan warriors were completely unscathed. Not a single one of them was injured and they all looked as though nothing had happened.

However, the dome that was supposedly about to collapse, the very same one that had cracks running through it just moments ago, stood tall!

"Tsk," Dyon shook his head as he saw the ashen expression on the elder's face. He had been so confidence that it almost reached the point of complacency. Where had this small Planet Haven ever seen a formation capable of blocking an attack from a dao formation expert?!

"I offered you a chance, but it seems you didn't want it." Dyon twirled the ring his mother-in-law gave him before his eyes flashed with a deadly light.

All this time, Dyon had been struggling. Although he knew array alchemy up to the comet level like the back of his hand, he was heavily restricted.

In his normal state, with his soul unsealed, he could form thousands of weapon's hell arrays without even batting an eye. It didn't even drain on his stamina. But, now? Even if he had a 3rd stage aurora stone and used the most basic weapon's hell array, he would be lucky to withstand creating ten or so. This was because the toll on his body was far too much. He simply couldn't withstand the violent nature of ancient aurora flames.

He had racked his brain to come up with a solution, but that was when he was hit with inspiration, inspiration that actually came from one of his older ideas, no less.

During his very first campaign, he wanted his entire army to have communication arrays. Unfortunately, even with his soul talent, supporting so many arrays at once would be a huge drain on him. This was because he not only had to sustain conversations between him and others, he also had to sustain inter-squad conversations as well. While weapon's hell arrays were a one time cost, communication arrays were a constant drain!

In order to circumvent this, Dyon implemented what he coined a 'parallel circuit' method as opposed to the regular 'serial method'. This allowed him to spread out the burden over multiple souls instead of just his own, thus making his plan feasible. In fact, he used that very same concept here although he used Amphorae's soul as the center instead of his own, for obvious reasons.

So Dyon thought, why not use something else to withstand the burden my body would have to?

Although the idea was good, he still didn't know what he could use. What would be able to give him enough mental control over the flames, while also taking the burden off of his body? And that was when it hit him: crystal will!

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Dyon had long since known that Celestial Deer were lauded for their crystal will, and that that very crystal will was an amazing medium for array alchemy in the very same way special kinds of wood were for magic and high-level beast skins were for runic vein theory.

Usually, this idea would be a problem. After all, Dyon's wills were locked away along with his soul. However, that was where the spiritual vein and the abilities of the Energy Core began to play their role. With the help of high-level Absorption Stones, not only could Dyon construct arrays with no burden to his body, he hardly had to use his own stamina either because he had comet level aurora stones powering it!

The only true requirement of Dyon was on his focus, which could be a mental drain after some time. After all, the secondary name of the aurora was the 'mind's eye'. This was because aurora flames were manipulated by mental energy. However, with Dyon's speed of thought, he didn't even bother to worry about such a thing.

However… This wasn't the truly devastating result of Dyon's intelligence.

When Ri and Madeleine almost died in a blast of saint energy during the World Tournament arc, it was a crude form of Absorption Stones that their opponents had used. But… Dyon not only had the peak achievement of Absorption Stones, he also had an unmatched power source: The Angel Clan Spiritual Vein!

In that instant, a staff standing at just above Dyon's height appeared in his hand. It was marked with arrays Dyon had personally drawn to allow better communication from himself to the staff, and the very top was fitted with a sphere that looked like none other than a comet aurora stone!

Seeing Dyon suddenly stand with a pristine crystalline staff, the expression of the elder suddenly flickered.

Dyon silently chuckled to himself. He felt slightly ridiculous holding the staff, almost like he was some sort of medieval wizard. If he used it in the future, he'd definitely have to think of a more modern form for it. But, it seemed it was having quite the intimidation factor currently.

To the surprise of the opposing army, the moment Dyon raised the staff, the barrier disappeared!

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

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The expression of the elder froze. Should he charge? Should he run? Why did facing a child put such pressure on him?!

However, Laura wouldn't give up this opportunity. No matter what Dyon had planned, even if there was a massive loss of life, as long as they got inside the range of the domes, it would be worth it. If they never even touched the Angel Clan, wouldn't that be too much of a joke?

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"CHARGE!" Veles and Laura suddenly roared at the same time.

Without hesitation, the million and a half remaining warriors surged forward, aiming to enter the range of the dome as quickly as possible. Considering their cultivation levels, they were much faster than those essence gatherers had been before.

There was a simple reason the barrier disappeared: Dyon wanted it to.

While the barrier allowed him to attack those within its limits, if he tried to attack those outside of it, he would end up damaging his own barrier since it only allowed things in through one side. In addition, if Dyon wanted to conjure arrays to attack outside of the barrier, the mental strain would be far greater if he had to do so through the barrier. Lastly, the barrier itself was being powered by the Spiritual Vein, while Dyon's attack was also being powered by it. There was a limit to the output of energy in order to keep their arrays under Dyon's ability to control, therefore dealing with two outputs would be too much.

In the back of Dyon's mind, he also knew that his barrier could at most withstand 3-5 attacks from a dao formation expert of the lower level, and likely not even one from one at the middle levels. Therefore, since his enemies had decided to use their experts so soon, he might as well save the barrier for a desperate situation.

"Formation!" Dyon roared. He only taught the Angels a single formation, so they all immediately knew what he meant.

In an instant, over a hundred thousand angels leapt into the air, forming up into perfectly formed squads of five. Two thrones hovered in the middle with 17 red clad elders standing silently in the air behind them.

Seeing the impeccable formation, Veles' face couldn't help but contort. Dyon had already told him about his plans, but those were things he thought just sounded nice on paper. However, seeing it deployed before him now, he couldn't help but be shocked. Just how did he manage to keep them all organized?

Dyon had actually told Veles about the communication arrays, but it was difficult to comprehend a concept you had never seen or witnessed personally. Imagine you were a person who came from ancient times, and someone from Dyon's human world tried to describe cell phones to you and how they worked with the help of towers and satellites. Wouldn't you be confused beyond believe.

However, Veles and Laura both knew that it was too late to withdraw. If they slowed and Dyon deployed the barrier again, a large portion of their numbers would be completely trapped! They could only speed forward.

That said, Dyon had no intention of using the barrier again. It had served his purpose. Instead, his mind was completely focused on the staff in his hand and his mental fortitude was continuously drained.

Less than a mere moment later, a brilliant array appeared in the air, more dazzling that even the Viserion elder's fire dao.

When those who were charging saw this, fear permeated their eyes. They had never seen an array used in such a way, so their first thoughts were that a dao formation expert was attacking. But, when they looked at the 17 Angel Clan ministers, not a single one of them was moving. Instead, their aged eyes all sparkled as they stared at the back of their young King with unconcealed admiration.

Unfortunately for those frozen in fear, the worst was still to come.

The single brilliant array swimming with blinding streaks of comets suddenly became two… Then four… In a flash, there were hundreds, then thousands, then tens of thousands!

The opposing armies trembled in fear. Could it be that the Angel Clan had more than ten thousand dao formation experts?! That was impossible!

However, when their eyes trained on the center of the Angel Clan army as saw a young man of otherworldly handsomeness, standing tall with his eyes blazing with a blinding white light even as his white robes fluttered in the wind, they understood that all of this was actually caused by one man!

The skies were blocked by hundreds of thousands of arrays, each spinning viciously and emanating an earth-shaking aura.

In the celestial sect, there was a well-known array known as the Weapon's Hell array. Over the years, it had become Dyon's favorite to use, even to the point where he refined it from a lower practitioner level array, to a lower master level one.

But, what Dyon didn't know until he began to study [The Dao of Array Alchemy] that was currently within his Soul Tome, was that this weapon's hell array was the simplest form of a domineering attack formation capable of destroying the heavens themselves!

Before Dyon stepped into the celestial ranks of soul strength, he didn't dare to use its true form, this was because to use even the first portion of the attack formation, it required one to be a comet level array alchemist! And that wasn't even to mention the 8 other forms!

However, although Dyon's soul was sealed, he finally had to capital to do so with his crystal staff. It was time for the world to learn of the most fear attack formation in existence.

[JUDGEMENT].

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A roar that shattered the heavens erupted from Dyon's lips, immediately causing the hundreds of thousands of arrays to triple, nearing almost a million. The speed of rotation reached blinding torque, to the point where even the once clear symbols that constructed them disappeared into a blur of pure white light.

In that moment, more than 70% of the currently charging army felt an unholy aura lock onto them. It was as though their souls had been plunged to the depths of hell… As though their very existence was about to be expunged.

With almost painstakingly slow speed, each blinding disk of light in the began to produce an eerie red light at their very center, each of with was completely unaffected by the seemingly overwhelming purity that surrounded them. Instead, they emitted a murderous aura, as though devil incarnates were being drudged up from the nether realm.

The blood red light became more and more fierce, suddenly overtaking the pure white and bathing the morning air in the rich smell of murder.

The once charging army seemed locked in place, only those at the mid level of the celestial stage and higher had the ability to move freely, but even then, their nerves were fried with fear. Although they could move, their mental states weren't powerful enough to overcome obstacles they placed on themselves!

When it came to intimidation, there was no small number of techniques that made use of it, however, what was even rarer was for a cultivator to have the ability to amplify it to an even greater extent. This was because it relied on Presence!

Dyon's Presence had shattered through to the Peak of the King level. The moment he cast this attack formation, it was as though his body responded to his will to cover the skies with the palm of his hand. In one step, everyone felt as though they were looking at the will of a supreme ruler. Even if they had the will to live, they didn't dare to!

The stronger willed Viserions roared with unwillingness, erupting into their various battle forms, covering their skin with all sorts of different colored scales. However, their rage hardly put a dent into the aura of carnage that filled the skies.

Dragons were arrogant by nature, to have their lives played with like this, without hope for retaliation, it was no wonder they were angry. The problem was that even Veles' half-step King Dragon Soul couldn't hope to match up against Dyon's peak King Presence. The gap between them was too large to fill!

Blood red disks continued to spin viciously in the skies, each protruding with a deadly aura at their very centers. Inch by inch, weapons that seemed carved by the devil himself came into view, each a spear of domineering presence.

Their red shafts were all etched with eerie black arrays, but no one could take their eyes off of their blades. Each dripped with blood so dense that they never actually fell from the blade.

By this point, Dyon face was pale as the clouds that once hung in the sky. Not only did he need to lock everyone in place, he had to personally add each of those black arrays onto the shaft of each spear, this was why their appearance was so slow. But, he knew exactly how important this part of his plan was. If he didn't do this perfectly, he would fail! These people weren't his true opponents, those mysterious clan bastards who had the audacity to turn their greedy eyes on his Kingdom were!

They dared to trap his father. They dared to play with his heart. They dared to toy with the lives of his people.

Dyon had long since forgotten that this was only a trial. The feelings were too real. The pain he felt was real. The love he felt was real. And most importantly, the hatred he felt couldn't be any more real!

When Amphorae told him the truth behind Luna's story, he had been so angry that his rage could have shattered the earth they stood above now. However, he held it in. He smiled. He laughed. He toyed with this so-called army before him to his heart's content, acting extremely carefree, as though his and lives of those around him weren't weighing on his mind.

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But, the truth of the matter was that his heart was as dark as coal, but as fiery as the core of the stars in the sky!

He willed for this all to be real. He willed that his trial would leave a last mark on the annals of history. They would remember that Dyon Sacharro had placed his mark on this world. They would remember to feel regret, fear, apprehension, when they heard his name. They would remember in their next lives to never cross him or his family again!

Dyon's blazing white eyes seemed to pierce through space, turning into such a bloody red that his face seemed dripping with his own blood.

"Judgement. Act One. CARNAGE!"

In that moment, there was nothing else in the world besides endless murderous intent.

There was no noise. No cries of fear. No shocked gasps….

It was only in the moment before their lives were reaped that those who were targeted felt an endless pain erupt from their chests. Slowly looking down, it was only then they realized that a blood red spear as obliterated their hearts… Each an every one of them fell from the skies without even a shred of unwillingness in their eyes…

In the face of such Carnage, they never stood a chance.

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Bodies of saints fell without question, Viserions and Moons alike, not a single stood for even a moment. Weaker lower celestials suffered the same fate, unable to resist for. As for those above them in battle power, whether they died or not hardly mattered because not a single one of them was fit to battle even a regular saint right now, let alone the monsters of the Angel Clan army!

Laura and Veles could only watch as their warriors fell. Almost the entire Viserion army was wiped out. As for the Moon Clan, they had lagged behind because it was their essence gatherers that died earlier, so it was only fair. However, even still, they lost more than half of their numbers!

There were about 1.3 million enemies when Dyon first attacked, but now there were less than three hundred thousand!

The Angels suddenly roared, even further intimidating the remaining enemies. However, they didn't do so on purpose, it was just that they couldn't control their emotions after seeing their King display such power. Even the dao formation experts who stood behind Dyon and Amphorae were no different, and this was especially so for Amphorae's mother.

Dyon's mother-in-law had been one of the first to learn of Dyon's plans, and one had to say that she was completely shocked by his methods. But, even then, she was skeptical. After all, with her tens of thousands of years of experience, she had never seen such a thing. But, seeing it play out exactly the way Dyon described, she couldn't help but see her son-in-law as completely unfathomable. While others might not understand the sheer difficulty of what Dyon had just done, how could she not?!

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Drawing even a single one of those arrays on the weapons Dyon attacked with would have taken her at least a couple minutes, let alone drawing almost a million of them! That wasn't even to mention the fact she didn't have the ability to concentrate those arrays on such a small scale. If she had to estimate, she would need at least a couple dozen meters of space for each, yet Dyon fit them on the relatively small circumference of the spear shafts.

However, what shocked Dyon's mother-in-law even more was the fact the spears hadn't disappeared! Each and everyone remained in the chest of their target and was still completely corporeal! The level of difficulty of doing such a thing was unimaginable because from what she could tell, each was a pseudo-transcendent weapon!

When Amphorae's father looked at the back of his pale young King, the complicated feelings in his heart disappeared. He had always approved of Dyon after watching him grow up and actually used to have quite a good relationship with this son-in-law of his. It was only after he dared to disrespect his daughter in such a way that his rage reached the high-heavens. But now, he could see his daughter sitting in the position of queen, and it seemed like the young man he had put so much hope in all those years ago was finally back. It was only at this moment that he finally put down his hatred, fully willing to risk his own life for the happiness of daughter and her husband.

Of all the shocked expressions on the battle-field, Dyon was the only one who knew why he was capable of such a feat. All of the credit should, deservedly, be taken by the spiritual vein. Even it was drained after such a feat. However, "drained" was relative. It still had well over 85% of its power, it was just that 10% of such a large store of energy was an astronomical amount.

Dyon knew that if he had to support such a consumption with his own soul, it would have been impossible. He knew that his currently self could only make a few dozen of the judgement carnage arrays, at most. After all, they were capable of injuring peak celestials while his soul was at the mere lower celestial level. It was just lucky for him that his soul talent bridged ridiculous gaps, that was the only reason he even dared to say he could produce such an amount.

However, whether it be the drain on his Focus or his Presence, it was an amount Dyon couldn't ignore. If it wasn't for the fact Amphorae was secretly supporting him with her holy will, he would have already collapsed. He knew he had no choice but to stay upright, or it would affect the morale of his warriors. Now wasn't the time to fall.

In the distance, a group of dao formation elders numbering a couple dozen paled. Never in their lives had they seen such a thing. Dyon's murderous intent affected even them.

"A tiger father really wouldn't produce anything but a tiger son…" One of them said absentmindedly.

They had spent so many years fearing Dyon's father, who knew that his son was already so terrifying?!

"It looks like we have no choice but to intervene." Another said bitterly.

"Look at you all, wanting to run with your tails between your legs. My Heaven Shattering Sect doesn't need any cowards here, if you want to run, run!" A bulky man roared. Since they had used a special treasure to conceal themselves, he didn't worry about being overheard. After all, the Angel Clan elders were otherworldly existences. If it wasn't for a special treasure, how would they have not sensed their presence already?

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The surrounding elders looked at this man but didn't bother to refute. The Heaven Shattering Sect of their alliance had always been the most unfettered. Maybe the only thing in this corner of the universe they feared was Dyon's father. But, even then, they didn't hesitate to provoke him again and again, causing no shortage of headaches for their mysterious clan alliance.

"If you want to charge in and get yourself killed, feel free, you brute." The elder who spoke first muttered. He found this boastfulness ridiculous.

The only reason they were able to come here was because their presence wouldn't be missed back in their clans. Basically, only they could leave without the Beast Alliance finding out. In other words, they were near the bottom rung of seniors in their respective sects. How could they be a match for the Angel Clan dao formation experts? Even if all 24 of them attacks along with the 6 elders of the Moon and Viserion Clans, their chances of winning against the 17 Angel Clan ministers was 0%. At most, they could stall them for an hour or so. If they used all of their life saving measures and treasures, they could increase that to a quarter to half a day. But, that was the utmost limit. They were inevitably destined to lose.

To put things into perspective, according to the laws of the universe, the bare minimum number of meridians you had to open during your meridian formation days was 81 if you wanted even the slightest sliver of a chance to become a dao formation expert. This 81 meridian mark was known as the lowest level of the third grade.

However, even if one became a third-grade essence gatherer, their futures were severely limited. This was because the difficulty of scaling grades in subsequent cultivation stages increased as well. In reality, even if one became a first-grade essence gatherer like Dyon, the chances of also becoming a first-grade saint were slim. It was much more likely to become a second or third grade when moving forward. Essentially, grades usually fell as cultivation progressed. Even those who managed to become peak first grade experts in lower cultivation stages would likely fall to high and middle first grade levels later on. The rarity of a peak first grade dao formation expert was at such a level that maybe only the top three quadrants of Dyon's time had one or two of them!

This was why although the Angel Clans saints and celestials were all of the first grade, 12 of their dao formation experts were only at the second grade, because your grade was based on the number of meridians you opened in your previous cultivation stage. A first-grade celestials opened 99 or more meridians at the saint level before progressing, while a second grade dao formation expert opened between 90 and 98 meridians at the celestial level before progressing.

So, why did this make the dao formation experts of the mysterious clans so apprehensive? It was because even the best of them that came this time were only of the lower second grade while the vast majority of them only barely made the cut to become dao formation experts and were at the third grade! Even worse, because their grades were so poor, they were limited to the upper heights of the lower dao formation stage and wouldn't advance to the middle stages in their entire lives because that was reserved for second grade experts. As for the peak of dao formation? That was reserved for first grade experts!

In the cultivation world, not only did cultivation stage matter a great deal, your foundation was even more important. And, the most accurate measure of your foundation was your grade! A third grade expert of the celestial level had almost no chance of beating a second grade expert and would be annihilated in the face of a first grade expert.

Not only did the Angel Clan have many high level second grade experts, they even have five of the first grade! In fact, Amphorae's mother was a peak first grade expert who had the chance of stepping into the legendary half-step transcendent stage in the future! If she wasn't still so relatively young, they would have never dared to even have designs on the Angel Clan!

"The alliance should have seen all of this already, maybe they have a counter measure prepared," Someone said carefully.

They knew that their purpose here was just as a contingency plan. After all, no matter how powerful a clan was, anyone could be overrun by numbers. The reason they were so scared of Dyon's attack was because even they as dao formation experts couldn't annihilate so many celestials and saints so easily. Even they would have to pay a price. That was mostly because they were at the bottom rung of experts of their level, but it was the truth nonetheless. However, clearly, Dyon didn't have the same worries as them.

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The truth was that the mysterious clans had sent them here to record the destruction of the Angel Clan so they could agitate Dyon's father into using some sacrificial techniques. Maybe that way, they would be able to irreparably harm him and get the things they desired. It would be like dealing with two birds with a single stone. Unfortunately, Dyon's father, a usually stoic man, was laughing like a maniac as he watched these things unfold.

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Far away, past the universal barrier and into a completely separate quadrant, 12 elders sat in a formation created to hold a single man.

The reason the universes were split into groups of 100 called quadrants, and why the trillions of galaxies were split into groups called universes, was all because of these barriers. Universal Barrier were already difficult to cross and relied on expert spatial dao manipulation, but quadrants were even more difficult to cross. While someone with an intent could theoretically cross universes, the bare minimum to cross quadrants was a supreme level treasure, or a dao of space. Other than this, no one was sure why these barriers were so diligent in separating groups of 100 universes like it did, but it had long become an ignored anomaly.

Understanding this, one can see just what kind of magnificent treasures the Epistemic Towers were to be capable of linking 100 quadrants together. It was even possible to enter from one quadrant and leave from another if you so chose!

That aside, considering the current faces of those 12 elders, they weren't thinking of trivial things at all. They had wanted to show Dyon's father the destruction of his clan, but in the end, all they ended up witnessing was the glory of his son. Everything from Dyon speaking and raising morale with Malihcki, to taunting the enemy army, to single-handedly

In that moment, a man with otherworldly handsomeness sat with his back as straight as a javelin, laughing uproariously as he looked at his son with an expression of pride on his features. His dark skin was smooth and without flaw, but he had lines of worry by his eyes. This was unavoidable, considering the situation surrounding his wife, how he hadn't seen her in more than half a century, and the decline of the Angel Clan, he had a lot to worry about recently. However, at the moment, all of those concerns seemed like fleeting wind before him now.

"That's how my son should be!" Dyon's father had a big grin on his face. Had Dyon seen him, he would have been shocked. In his lifetime, he hardly ever saw his father smile. Although his father had always been loving and caring, he seemed to have lost his ability to laugh long ago. But, seeing his son grow up before his eyes had awakened something within him.

There was no need to speak about the ugly expressions on the faces of the 12 elders. They had been taunting this man for almost 30 years, thinking that there would be nothing he could do to stop this day and the annihilation of his Angel Clan, come to find out that this man they feared never needed to take action to begin with. His son alone was more than enough!

However, they understood the stakes that were at hand. There was no way they could allow this to continue in this way. If they gave up, they would not only have to face the suppression of the Beast Alliance for violating the terms of their alliance, they would also be forced to share the treasures they had been hording all of this time. When they thought about how beneficial Luna could be for their cultivation and the leaps their Mysterious Clan alliance would take with the help of the Energy Core, it was enough to make their insides green with regret.

"Where is that damned whore!" A particularly uproarious and unfettered elder roared out. He didn't bother with his image as an elder, and in fact, he was dressed the part as well. He was missing hair in many places, and even his long beard was scorched. Who knew what kind of experiments this old man was up to.

Dyon's father frowned. He immediately knew that this man was talking about Luna. In reality, he had mixed feelings about this daughter-in-law of his, but that didn't mean it was this elder's place to scold her in front of her father-in-law, did he take him for a joke?

"Hmph." With a simply snort, a 12th of the formation was suddenly under immense pressure, the portion that happened to perfectly align with the man who called Luna a whore.

The old man immediately paled, coughing up two mouth-fulls of blood in an instant. Dyon's father's meaning was simple: watch your mouth.

Although the old man was angered beyond compare, he didn't dare to say any more. That simple attack just then had put immense pressure on his soul, even injuring it slightly. With his old age, and the fact Life Essence was tied to the soul, he didn't dare to take such an attack again. Even though the other eleven would support him and stop such a thing from happening twice in a row, he wasn't willing to take the risk. So, he could only swallow his words, with the hatred in his heart brewing all the more.

The world seemed to disdain soul cultivation, but it wasn't until one reached the lauded half-step transcendent realm like he had that they realized they were foolish to believe such a thing in their youth. This was because it was impossible to transcend unless your soul was a peak existence! Those who reached the pinnacle of cultivation in this plane would only be able to lament and regret if they had ignored this in their younger days.

Of course, the question was then why was Dyon's father so powerful even though all thirteen of them were of the same cultivation? This was especially odd because everyone who became a transcendent was a peak first grade expert. Well, the answer lied in the secrets underlying the mysterious transition realm of cultivation. It was a mystery Dyon would uncover in the future.

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"Although Elder Conli was crass with his words, this is truly peculiar." A female elder spoke out.

None of this made any sense to them. They knew that Luna hadn't betrayed them because they had their own means of monitoring her. So, how did this young King escape her influence?

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Luna's special constitution was much too domineering to be so easily dismissed. Even they would have to be triply careful in dealing with her, so how to a boy less than a century old shed three decades of her influence?!

"None of that matters," Spoke a serious elder, "We need a solution to handle the situation. We can figure out what actually caused this another time."

The elders nodded.

"I'm sure you know what our only option is." Another elder spoke out.

Serious expressions covered the faces of them all. They knew what they would have to do to solve this… But…

"There's no time to continue this. The Viserion Clan has their own spies on each planet, if they interfere, it will be troublesome." The serious elder spoke.

"I'll go." Elder Conli spoke, clearly very eager. He could almost taste Dyon's anguish already.

"Don't fool around Conli. This isn't a place for revenge. Remember the consequences of taking this action, and also remember you still want to live a life after he's free." The elders looked knowingly at Dyon's father. They knew very well after they did this, there would be hell to pay.

Their original plan included using the Energy Core to build a formation capable of holding him forever, or at least until they had the means to kill him. However, clearly, that plan was derailed. Now, even if they succeeded, they wouldn't have the time to set up such a formation because with only 11 of them, they would only be able to hold Dyon's father in place for a few hours, a day at the most!

No matter how much they wanted to back out now and say their apologies, how could they? They were already riding a wave they couldn't hop off of. The moment they threatened this man's family, they knew there was no going back.

When their gazes landed on Dyon's father, they couldn't help but shiver. "I've only stayed in this world for the sake of raising my son and protecting my clan." He spoke slowly. His words sounded simple, but it sent shivers down the spines of the elders. He was saying he could have transcended already?!

As much as they wanted to believe that he was lying, their hearts told him that this man wasn't a liar. In fact, the moment he said those words, they suddenly thought about another rumor they had heard around the time they first started their dealings with this man.

On the day Dyon was born, the surroundings of this very quadrant were thrown into an upheaval. From those close to situation, not only was Dyon's birth met with an unprecedented Heavenly display, it was also coupled with signs of a mortal transcending!

This was information that they were much too low to have full preview of. However, since the event occurred in their quadrant, they were lucky enough to snatch away snippets. Only those monster clans near the center of the cosmos would have the rights to such information usually, especially considering it was about a family as strong as Dyon's!

According to the rumors, the momentum of Dyon's birth was so fierce that Dyon's mother could no longer suppress her transcendence!

The rumor had been so ridiculous that they hadn't even dared to believe it. What kind of child's birth could be so overwhelming to cause such a thing? And, even further, who had ever heard of a half-step transcendent giving birth?! Let alone one so close to transcending!

However, although they ignored the rumor, it was nothing but the truth. Dyon's mother and father had spent their whole lives trying to have a child and were resigned to not doing so until one day they were gifted a miracle. The problem was that they were both already exceptionally close to transcending. In fact, this was the very same problem Amethyst had faced when she was trying to get revenge for her parents against the Ice, Fire and Dark Phoenixes. In the end, Amethyst managed to fulfill her wish before transcending, but Dyon's pitiful mother barely got a chance to hold Dyon in her arms before she was sent to another plane, never again to return.

The more the elders thought about it, the more they shivered in fear. As half-transcendence, most of their days were spent studying how to transcend. They knew that while it was impossible to suppress transcending forever, the actual process of transcending could be extended. If Dyon's father used the force of his transcending for revenge, what chance would they stand?!

"However," Dyon's father's voice continued to drop, as though it was trying to dunk all those who heard it into an endless cold. "It seems I've been much too lenient with your clans.

"I've never killed any of you. I've never harmed your foundations. In fact, I even let you trap me in here to allow my son a chance to temper him… It seems that you instead like to repay kindness with enmity…" Dyon's father's voice slowed, making sure they understood and heard his every word.

"Conli, go!" One of the elder's roared. It was too late for them to regret, they could only press forward as best they could. If they hurried and got the Energy Core to their Clan protection spell, they would be able to defend against Dyon's father's rage until he could no longer keep his body on this plane. But, they had to be fast!

"Take a few thousand celestials with you of the first grade, this isn't a time to worry about the Beast clans," Another elder added quickly as Conli's figure flashed away.

Dyon's father began emitting an aura that suffocating them all. It was only now that they understood that he had truly been holding back. If he had used this power back then, they would all be dead!

Dyon's father hadn't used his full power in centuries because doing so would speed up the transcending process. However, these ants had truly raised his ire.

"If a single hair on my son's head is harmed," A deathly chaos dao appeared around him, causing a dense black dao to appear behind him, shaking the very cosmos, "Not a single one of your clans with remain after I'm done!"

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820 Second Trial 139

Dyon breathed heavily, looking down on the battle field around him as Amphorae's hand slipped into his. He could hardly stand, but if everything worked out how he planned it, it would be perfect.

"Little King," A soft voice rang out from behind the couple. Dyon could immediately tell that it was his mother-in-law, so he chuckled to himself. It seemed even she couldn't hold in her curiosity anymore.

"It's actually simple," Dyon said with a bit of struggle in his voice, "I call it the split mind's technique, it's the reason I can draw arrays so quickly."

The split mind's technique was actually the one and only technique that Dyon had forged entirely on his own. In fact, he had done so long ago during his Focus Academy days. By now, it had become automatic for him almost to the point he forgot that that wasn't how people usually drew arrays.

The concept itself was simple. By splitting for your focus, you could draw multiple portions of an array at the same time, thus accelerating the speed to ridiculous levels.

When Dyon's soul was at the mere 2nd stage, he was already capable of splitting his mind into 32 focused points, thus accelerating the speed of his array creation by exactly that amount as well. But, by now, with his soul having reached the 8th stage, and his speed of thought having followed right along with it, Dyon could split his mind into tens of thousands of fragments, something that was unprecedented into the martial world!

When Dyon's mother-in-law heard this explanation, it was like she had been opened up to an entirely new world, but in the end, she still smiled bitterly. Dyon's explanation was simple enough, but who could really do such a thing? The level of fatigue one would place on their mental energy doing such a thing was astronomical. It was no wonder Dyon looked like he had one foot in the grave right now.

The truth of the matter was that if Dyon's only had to draw a few thousand, maybe up to ten thousand arrays, there would have hardly been any change to his mental state. However, drawing almost a million truly wore him out.

Even so, Dyon's mother-in-law knew her limits. Using Dyon's methods, she would be able to split her mind a few hundred times. After some practice, she'd likely reach into the thousands. However, keeping up with Dyon was a pipe dream. That said, it didn't diminish her excitement. She felt that using this method, her speed in drawing arrays would reach unprecedented levels. In fact, she was confident that she'd only be slower than Dyon.

With a flash of his ring, Dyon immediately took out a pure white pill.

The two toughest things to recover in the martial world were soul power and mental energy. Although soul power used energy cultivation energies, it required a certain refinement to be able to be absorbed by the soul, this was why soul cultivation was so difficult and also why Dyon rarely used energy stones to soul cultivate. Energy stones contained their own impurities already, so it was better to rely on natural energy in the air and spiritual fruits. This made the processing the energy easier, allowing it to integrate with your Life Essence.

As for mental energy, there were no short-cuts. The only things that could recover it were exceptionally old and rare plants, or the most valuable pieces of exceptionally powerful beasts. For example, a Calming Grass had to reach 9 cycles of 100,000 years before it had the capability of replenishing mental energy. In addition, only the legendary peak True Deity class Crystal Dragons had Dragon Souls capable of doing such a thing, and even then, they had to be of at least the celestial level before they gained such an ability. Even further, not all Crystal Dragons awakened this portion of their ancient bloodline, only Legatee level characters of their clan stood a decent chance. Ice Phoenixes also used to have this ability hidden within their Life Flames. Unfortunately, they're now extinct.

Aside from a few other rare and ancient plants, there was a treasure of the 33 Heavens with the passive ability to do so. It was actually one eye of a pair. It was called Heaven's Left Eye.

The pill in Dyon's hand, however, although far less efficient than the above mentioned treasures, contained the essence of Purifying Stones. These were the stones usually used to stimulate the legendary toxin release the many cultivators sought after, but right now, Dyon was trying to use the traces of Life Will within them to hopefully push his Life Essence into helping his Mental Energy recover at a slightly faster rate.

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Dyon had actually seen this concept in the [Dao of Array Alchemy], but that was all it was: a concept. It was usually extremely difficult to infuse a will into a pill. This wasn't because it was impossible to do so, but rather because it was inadvisable.

Imagine if you were an alchemist and you infused your will into a pill and gave it to another person. If your will surpassed theirs, you would definitely corrupt that person, if not outright kill them. In addition, people usually take those sorts of pills when they were injured. How could they resist someone who could make a pill powerful enough to help them in such a situation?

The only reason people like Amphorae could use their wills to directly heal others was because they were there to personally control it. If they weren't, the risk was hundreds of times higher.

Luckily for Dyon, this pill would theoretically change all of that.

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The white pill in Dyon's hand used Purifying Stone essence. This, in itself, isn't what made using the Life will within safe. This was because if Dyon tried to add the essence of an aurora flame stone, it meridians would likely burst from the inside out. The reason why this method was safe was because of the nature of the Purifying Stone itself. It was very gentle and docile as long as it didn't run into any impurities.

This last caveat was why this was only a concept. Under normal circumstances, the purifying stone would react very violently within a cultivator's body, making the detoxifying process very, very painful. Unfortunately, this would be the result if the pill it was forged into had impurities as well. No one dared to use these stones in this way because no one could guarantee the creation of a pill without impurities!

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Well… No one except for Dyon.

Without hesitation, Dyon swallowed the pill, not allowing it even a moment to diffuse into his body. If it entered his meridians, Dyon would instantly be racked with pain, and although it would benefit him by repelling impurities, this wasn't the time. So, Dyon directly engulfed the pill with comet laden lights, rushing it to his mind's eye. That was the only place Dyon was certain there weren't impurities because his Life Essence was too pure.

"YOU BASTARD!" Just as Dyon was closing his eyes and sitting on his throne in meditation, a roar finally erupted over the bloody battle field that had seemingly been frozen for hours.

However, Dyon ignored it, he had to replenish his mind's strength as soon as possible, this wasn't over yet, not by a long shot.

Veles' face was marked with rage as he looked down at his dead and dying brothers. It seemed that no one pierced with one of Dyon's spears was capable of moving. It wasn't that they weren't alive, it was just that they were currently in a dream land, replaying the pain of being stabbed over and over. The lucky ones had already died, while those who were strong enough to live were being tormented in an illusion. This was truly a case where it was better to be weak.

Laura, however, was trembling. She still had a good portion of her army left, but that was only because Veles' went forward first to show his sincerity for their alliance. Even worse, the Angel Clan army had still not fought a single battel! Their only even remotely tired member was their King, but he was currently recovering safely under their protection. Was this really hopeless?

Seeing Dyon ignore him and continue to recuperate, Veles felt like he had punched into a cloud of cotton. It was the most uncomfortable feeling he had ever had the pleasure of feeling. It was truly enough to make a man go mad.

The dao formation elders of the Viserion Clan had their eyes red with rage. But, they were worried that if they charged forward now, they would be leaving their King without protection.

A holy aura erupted from Amphorae, "Slaughter." Her voice was simple and elegant without compare, however it still resounded with a dense killing intent that made her red-gold hair seem reefed in blood.

Without waiting for the remaining Moon Clan warriors to attack, the angels surged forward. However, unlike the barbaric tactics of the Moon and Viserion Clans, they were so orderly that it was almost scary. Whether it be saint, celestial or dao expert, every one of them ran uniformly, keeping their perfectly constructed squads intact and keeping the ring around their King and Queen sealed.

In an instant, the angels closed the once few hundred-meter gap to nothing, attacking with an unmatched vigor. The crazed screams of already horrified Moon Clan warriors rang outward, filling the morning air the sound of murder.

Even while all of this happened around him, Dyon was focused on recuperating. He had entered a state of meditation, clearing his mind of everything. This was even more efficient than sleeping and was a method Dyon had found in his master's memories.

Although sleep could be beneficial, even for cultivators, brain activity was only slowed during sleep, not stopped. However, in a meditative state, brain activity reached such a slow crawl that it was possible to even fake death if this state was coupled with another technique.

As for its benefits, the first was obvious: an increase in mental energy recovery. But, it also had other benefits. For example, it allowed those who were exceptionally talented, capable of cultivating on instinct, a vastly increased cultivation speed. It also eliminated the pain felt during body and soul cultivation, allowing you to completely focus on the task at hand, and thus increasing your efficiency.

One might wonder, then, how come Dyon had never used this state before? Well, everything comes with its benefits and downfalls. Reaching a meditative state was impossible for most, and often only the most talented individuals could reach that state, and even then, it took hours to reach and could still be easily interrupted. Often times, the more talented you were, the quicker you reached the meditative state. Some legendary talents could enter it instantly, making their cultivation speed ground breaking. Madeleine actually fell into this category.

Unfortunately, Dyon was cursed with his speed of thought. His brain was constantly moving and was almost like an untameable beast. He simply found it impossible to empty his mind. In fact, the only reason he could do so now was because his mental energy was completely drained, almost forcing his body into a dormant state.

Maybe the scariest part was that if Dyon ever found a way to jump this hurdle, his soul and body cultivation talent was be multiplied once again.

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Suddenly, 24 blazing auras appeared in the horizon, causing the 17 ministers who sat behind Dyon to unfurl serious expressions. The battle had truly been going too well, the Moon Clan had already lost 20% of their remaining warriors and the rate of loss was actually accelerating instead of declining. But, just as they were about to become complacent, 24 dao formation experts appeared out of nowhere?

What the Ministers of the Angel Clan didn't know was that those elders had been there the entire time. It was just that they had been using a unique treasure to hide. Now that they had gotten word that their clans and sects were coming to support them, they had no choice but to enter the fray. Although they feared the Angel Clan dao experts, they had no choice. If the Moon Clan lost their entire army now, this fight would still be troublesome even if support did come because they knew their alliance couldn't send many.

Seeing Dyon in a meditative state, the Ministers knew that command fell onto Amphorae's shoulders, so they didn't dare to step outside their bounds. At first they had been apprehensive about Dyon's command structure, after all, they were elders of hundreds of thousands of years old, aside from Amphorae's mother, of course, who was only a few ten thousand years old. So, taking commands from a child not even a century old was something they felt was beneath them.

However, after seeing the effectiveness of Dyon's laid out plans, and how easily their army sliced through their enemies, they had all silently assented.

Amphorae nodded, clearly pleased with the demeanor of the elders, "Those who received the formation ring stay here, the 12 that didn't, I'm sure you are more than enough to handle them."

Although Amphorae didn't have the ability to see through the cultivation of dao experts, she was exceptionally astute. If those elders had the ability to take on their Angel Clan Ministers, they would have long since attacked because they knew that time was of the essence. The fact they didn't meant that they were a contingency plan. Amphorae didn't believe that they had the ability to match up.

Amphorae's father and mother both had a look of clear pride on their faces. They understood Amphorae's analysis and felt that it was impeccable. How could they not see that this was inferior competition sent by their enemies? The 12 second grade ministers on their side could easily fight two or three of them alone.

The elders of the mysterious clans could only laugh bitterly to themselves when they noticed a group half their number approaching them with blinding speed. They didn't even have the time to feel indignant or embarrassed, they simply accepted that they were inferior and thanks their lucky stars the Angel Clan didn't have more dao formation experts.

Well… Most of them did. The elder from the Heaven Shattering Sect roared in agitation almost immediately, "YOU DARE LOOK DOWN ON ME?!"

He rushed forward like a headless maniac, looking to take down one of their numbers with a single swing. Unfortunately for him, things didn't exactly go as planned.

The elder to the far right that the gorilla-like man attacked simply nonchalantly side-stepped the blow of his axe, punching out and shattering the Heaven Shattering Sect elder's ribcage with a single stroke, quite ironically.

The other mysterious clans elders could only swallow their anger for their foolish comrade. They had lost one of their number just like that! If he had waited and allowed them to form teams, this would never have happened!

In the next moment, an earth-shattering group battle ensued, but anyone with a mind could see which side was being suppressed.

Maybe if Dyon was awake, he would have been quite shocked. The reason wasn't for the power being used, but rather they fact dao formation experts battled freely near the surface of the planet without any repercussions!

In his modern times, even celestials had to go off into space in order to avoid destroying the planet they battled above. Yet, in ancient times, the land could withstand the battle of almost 40 dao experts? In fact, hadn't Dyon just unleashed an attack capable of annihilating thousands of celestials? It was truly baffling…

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Soon, Dyon would come to understand just how beneficial it was for his Inner World that it was reformed here…

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Elder Conli rushed through the expanse of space. He along with about ten thousand first grade celestial along with 10 dao formation experts stood in a silver supreme treasure, rocketing across the universe at blinding speeds that couldn't even be described in terms of the speed of light.

In the next moment, they appeared above Planet Haven. It was only at that moment that anyone observing would make the shocking discovery that the silver vessel was actually half the size of an entire planet!

Elder Conli's face was a mixture of fear with a contradictory unconcealed excitement and killing intent. As an expert and an undisputed genius of his generation, he had never been suppressed by anyone. He had spent his entire life humiliating anyone who even looked at him the wrong way. But, that day almost 60 years ago when that man came to the quadrant he once ruled with impunity, everything had changed. He had learned what it truly meant to be at someone's mercy.

Dyon's father hadn't been lying. All this time, he had only toyed with mysterious clans, barely using even 20% of his power for fear he would accelerate his transcendence and be forced to leave his son prematurely. However, this truth only served to fuel Elder Conli's hatred all the more.

There what no going back anymore. Whether he and his allies survived this all depended on the Energy Core, and if he just so happened to get revenge along the way, even if he failed and died, wouldn't it be worth it? After all, he had his own pride no matter how disgusting and twisted it was.

"KILL!"

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823 Second Trial 142

The 5 Ministers froze, each an everyone one sending a sharp gaze toward the skies. With their years of honing their perception, they could feel a terrifying aura was descending. One they didn't have the slightest chance of winning against…

A blazing flame that seemed to cover half the planet erupted from the skies, burning away the atmosphere at an astonishing rate. However, it only took a moment for those experts among them to realize that this wasn't an attack, but a ship descending!

'What kind of terrifying vessel could make such a large commotion…' Amphorae's delicate brow furrowed. She had no sure idea what her next step could be and with Dyon in meditation, it wasn't appropriate to rouse him. If she did so, it wouldn't be worth it. Since Dyon's mental energy was recovering, if he was roused now, it would be hundreds of times harder for him to re-enter the meditative state. In that case, his healing would be stalled!

Amphorae immediately calmed herself. Scanning the battle field, a few hundred miles away the dao formation group battle was still raging and she communicated with them that they shouldn't leave or be hurried with their battle no matter what happened. The last thing she wanted was for an unnecessary injury to occur during what should have been an easy fight.

However, what she did do was immediately call back 4 of them. This would force the remaining Ministers to fight one on three, but it was still within the realms of possibility. What Amphorae didn't know was that one of the 24 dao formation experts had already been cut down, so one of their ministers would only have to fight two. If they were lucky, this would tip the balance sooner rather than later.

The instant Amphorae called them back, four auras appeared unimpeded within the middle of the Angel Clan formation.

Seeing that their breathing was still steady, Amphorae nodded to herself. This was good, that meant that the fight had been going well.

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The next thing Amphorae did was to urge the Angel Clan army to kill as many as they could within the next half minute. Although the vessel seemed close, that was only because of its ridiculous size. In addition, they were only using a fraction of its top speed because if they dared to not, they would obliterate the entire planet. In that situation, what they sought would be destroyed and their whole mission would be for naught. Amphorae understood this, and thus calculated they had about a minute more, but she also wanted to give the army time to circulate their recovery pills.

One had to say that Amphorae's approach to the problem was meticulous and well thought out. Dyon would have no complaints at all.

Knowing the potency of the pills refined by the formula left by their King, the Angel Clan army no longer held anything back. It seemed like with each second that passed, another thousand Moon Clan warriors would die miserably. This wasn't just because the Angel Clan warriors were on a complete other level, it was also because Dyon's formation allowed them to work together seamlessly.

The more powerful members of the Moon Clan would often have their eyes light up when the saw a "weak" saint, but before those celestials could act, the supposedly weak saint would rotate, leaving their back seemingly unprotected. In the end, those Moon Clan warriors would die a pitiful death, only realizing at the last moment that those saints were actually protected by the celestial within their group.

This wasn't hard for the opposing army to figure out. It was clear that Dyon's formation allowed saints to focus on saints, while celestials wouldn't have the opportunity to bully them. The problem was that all those who figured it out died!

The Moon Clan army didn't have communication devices, so even those who managed to survive for a bit longer than others weren't able to spread the news. They could only lament at their misfortune and be cut down moments later.

The worst part was that they felt as though they were attacking an unstoppable fortress! The Angels never seemed to tire, and they could even break through the first line!

At first, Laura was fine with this, that was because they would eventually tire and slip up considering the number difference. However, she could only watch in horror as Dyon's formulated squads seamlessly swapped positions as though they were performing a coordinated dance! No matter how intelligent she was, she couldn't even fathom how it was possible for an army to be so organized. None of them were even speaking!

Laura thought that maybe their dao formation experts were using their enigmatic energy to send messages to each individual person, but she had to throw that idea out as well. Such a thing required high levels of control and focus, but those angel clan ministers were lightly chatting with each other!

In addition, the energy waves caused by battle could easily disrupt such forms of communication. While an expert might not find it troubling to communicate with one, two or even ten other people during the chaos of war, they absolutely would not be able to guarantee doing so with more than hundred thousand people! It was impossible!

Laura felt herself swooning, she could only look at the approaching heat in the sky and pray they could turn this around. She was so focused on her own inner turmoil that she didn't even notice that Veles had long stopped raging.

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824 Second Trial 143

The Angel Clan army burst backward in unison, retreating without flaw.

Seeing this, the opposing army wanted to attack, but Amphorae's timing and micro-management was just too perfect.

In an instant, the Angel Clan army appeared far behind the line Dyon had drawn before the battle began. Dyon had done this very deliberately, accounting for the possibility of him becoming incapacitated during battle. Although Amphorae was very intelligent, she didn't have the same knowledge of formations that he did. It was impossible for her to understand things in a glance like he could. So, he left her a marker.

Obviously, Amphorae's mother also had this ability since she was the one who set up the formation with Dyon's instructions. However, Dyon's mother-in-law wasn't the one commanding the army. Adding an extra step of communication could make or break a strategy. This was why Dyon didn't only communicate with his leaders so that they could then communicate with their squads. Instead, he directly communicated with everyone.

The Moon Clan warriors surged forward after the Angel Clan army.

It wasn't that they were so brave, it was just that they were frustrated. They spent over ten minutes fighting with no results at all, and in the end, they were left with a measly few tens of thousands of their original near three hundred thousand number. It was completely humiliating!

However, those that remained were obviously among the most powerful of them, and with that came added wisdom and intelligence. They could tell that the angels were retreating in order to prepare for what was clearly their reinforcements.

Unfortunately, they were too eager and much too proud of their own analysis. In all of this, they forgot one important thing: The Barrier!

Amphorae hardly had to try. Using the barrier was made easy by the mechanisms Dyon put in place, allowing array plates to work like an off and on switch. Before they could even react, the Moon Clan army was once again trapped within the barrier with no way out!

Their faces burned with rage and embarrassment. How could they possibly fall for the same trick twice? If Dyon was aware of the situation right now, he'd likely be dying of laughter at their stupidity.

In truth, it wasn't entirely their fault. They had simply fallen for Dyon's schemes once again.

When the Viserion clan elder attacked, it had looked like the barrier was going to collapse. In fact, large cracks appeared in it very clearly. And after the attack, Dyon retracted the barrier!

With their knowledge of ancient clan formation, barriers couldn't be so simply pulled up and down like Dyon's could. They should require meticulous preparation. And that was even if the barrier wasn't as damaged as Dyon's was after that dao formation attack!

However, not only was the barrier still clearly fine, it was summoned in an instant! They didn't even have the chance to retaliate.

"Ministers, I'll have to trouble you," Amphorae said in a soft voice.

It was actually quite looked down upon for dao formation experts to attack celestials in such a way, especially when they were trapped like this. However, Dyon drilled in again and again that one shouldn't be worried about being shameless in the face of shameless individuals.

These people had plotted and schemed against their lovers, their mothers, their fathers, their sons and daughters. These people, for the sake of benefits, felt no qualms about annihilating an entire clan, including its old and its young. Why should they care about giving them any face at all?!

Truth be told, Dyon was even quite tempted to use poison with these individuals. If he wasn't taking the culture of the Angel Clan into account, he would have. In fact, it would have been exceptionally easy considering that along with the wind, fire and earth abyssal cores that surrounded the village, there was a corrupt abyssal core as well that was a hot bed for poisons and darkness type wills. Unfortunately, Dyon had to take into account the feelings of his people, which was also why it took him so long to find a way to add women to his army.

The ministers wore solemn expressions, but they knew that this was for the greater good. If they wanted to survive, they needed to do this.

Nine powerful hands raised, causing the dao formation experts protecting Laura to cry out in shock. But, unfortunately, it was too late. Although it would have been possible for the Angel Clan army to use its archers once again, it would have taken too long. In addition, that would have ruined Amphorae's plan to allow them time to rest. So, Amphorae didn't hesitate to use this method.

There was no suspense at all.

In the next moment, 9 powerful attacks descended upon the remaining Moon Clan warriors. Powerful as they might be, how could they withstand the attack of five first grade and four second grade dao experts? They didn't stand a single chance.

Laura could only watch as the last of her army was completely annihilated… Both her and Veles' army were gone…

Without hesitation, the Angel Clan army popped a recovery pill, relishing in the rush of energy that filled their meridians. Using the dense energy of the Angel Clan and its spiritual vein, they recovered to over 90% in 10 seconds. By the 20th second, they were in peak condition. Such was the power of a true Moon level pill forged by their most talented minister. Despite the purity only being about 60%, the pill formula was too perfect for it to matter.

It was wasteful, especially to use such pills on saints and celestials, but it was effective. They had no choice, because they were about to face the strongest enemy they ever had…

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825 Second Trial 144

The flames in the sky dispersed, signifying the piercing to the atmosphere as a massive silver vessel appeared in the skies.

In the next moment, over ten thousand figures appeared with an arrogant and disdainful expression on their features. However, when the eyes of the Angel Clan minister trained on the eccentric old man that led them all, they felt their hearts tremble.

'Half-step transcendent!' They cried out in their hearts. Were the heavens really ordaining the destruction of their Angel Clan?

Elder Conli stood at the forefront with 10 dao formation experts exuding powerful auras behind him. At the same time, all eleven of them stood before ten thousand celestials of the first grade.

Although Elder Conli knew he didn't have much time, he couldn't help but scan over the battle field. When he saw that there was only a single army instead of two, he could help but be astonished. It had taken him less than an hour to get here and yet an army of a hundred thousand annihilated one of three hundred thousand? What kind of nonsense was this?

Despite having personally seen Dyon's methods, Elder Conli also saw that he was very tired after completing them. After Dyon pulled out two domineering tricks, Elder Conli really didn't think he had any more. In fact, he assumed that Dyon only went so far because the Angels weren't as powerful as they once assumed. But, clearly, he was wrong!

Even worse, it seemed like they were in the same peak state before they battled! This was ridiculous!

A dense killing intent permeated Elder Conli's eyes. Even with all his years of experience, he had never once seen such a talent. Their Heaven Shattering Sect's legatee couldn't hold a candle to that devil man's son!

The moment Elder Conli's eyes trained on Dyon, his rage erupted to new heights. He dared to meditate in his presence?!

Before Elder Conli could step out, an arrogant young man with long jet-black hair and dark eyes appeared beside him. Surprisingly, despite the fact he stepped in front of the 10 dao formation experts, none of them showed any dissatisfaction despite being tens of thousands of years older and much stronger than him.

"Master, is that him?" The young man respectfully stood a half-step behind Elder Conli. Even though he was arrogant, he knew well that his master was hundreds of times more arrogant than he was. So, he had no choice but to show respect.

"Yes." Elder Conli replied plainly. As much as Elder Conli wanted to personally kill Dyon, he still had his image to worry about. Truth be told, he would rather capture and torture the little brat, however his disciple insisted on coming. So, he decided that he might as well allow it, after all, his disciple was a first grade celestial as well.

"I'll be sure to kill him slowly." The young man spoke with clear rage in his eyes. From beginning to end, Dyon hadn't even acknowledged their existence, how could he not be angry? "Don't kill the woman by his side. I prefer to humiliate him even in death."

The Heaven Shattering Sect Legatee, Mazino, wasn't a genius swayed by beauty. In fact, there were quite a few rumors circulating behind his back about what 'team' he truly played for. Because of that, he often went out of his way to ravage women to cover for it, unfortunately, that only made people suspect him even more. Of course, the long flowing hair, delicate features, and flowery robes didn't help much. If that wasn't enough, his attack weapon of choice were two metal fans. If he wasn't gay, he was doing a very good job fooling everyone.

These rumors, of course, infuriated Mazino and he had killed no small amount of disciples because of them. He just enjoyed beautiful things and milk baths were his guilt pleasure, was there something wrong with that? Why did a man need to be rugged and dirty, he preferred cleanliness.

The truth was he was angry because Dyon was ignoring them, unlike his blinded with rage master, he could tell that Dyon simply hadn't noticed them arrive. What truly angered him was that Dyon was more handsome than he was despite clearly not putting in as much effort as he had. It was enough to make him go mad!

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Within the Angel Clan Dungeons, the face of what looked like a celestial fairy contorted the moment she sensed the auras of those who appeared.

Luna immediately recognized the presence of Elder Conli, after all, he had been among the elders that threatened her sister and mother.

One could see a clear inner turmoil within Luna right now. This was what she wanted, wasn't it? For the Angel Clan to lose? For her mother and sister to be saved? For her to sacrifice herself for their sake? No?

She had spent decades waiting for this day… The day the illusory guillotine that hung above her family's head would disappear… And yet, everything she had done seemed wrong.

The army she thought would annihilate the angels was wiped out so easily that it sent a shiver down her spine. The craziest part was that they had hardly needed to lift a finger the whole time! Even worse, she hadn't even assumed that the Viserions would be involved, and yet Dyon decimated a challenge that was many times harder than the version she thought he'd lose to.

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'Should I have trusted in him?...'

Luna could only tremble. She had barely known Dyon when she made the decision to betray him, how could she know that he was worth her trust? Even her own father treated her like nothing more than an object, although Dyon and his father showed her kindness she had never seen before, how could years of pain be washed away with trust so easily?

Suddenly, the shackles the angels thought had secured Luna fell away almost like that was their one desire in life.

Luna stood and walked toward the supposedly locked prison doors as they swung open to welcome her out.

Then, she disappeared.

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Elder Conli looked down on the angels with a clear disdain and hatred in his eyes. "Give me the Energy Core, kowtow, and I'll give you all quick and easy deaths."

His domineering voice spread around the battle field, making it seem as though his voice came from the vibrations and wild beatings of their hearts. This intimidation technique was far too profound, even his voice could instill such fear.

Normally, Dyon could do this along with his demon generals that followed the sovereign path of music will. However, if you were astute, you would realize that Elder Conli had never practiced music will or anything of the like at all! It was as though his every movement, his every word, his every action… All of them were filled with unfathomable daos!

He didn't need to try to use music will, his voice simply embodied it. This was what it meant to be half-step transcendent!

However, contrary to Conli's expectations, not a single angel wavered. If anything, the determination in their eyes grew fiercer.

Truth be told, Elder Conli was a fool. Dyon's Presence wasn't something even a half-step transcendent could slice through with mere words. Although a peak King Presence was still two levels from the very top, falling short to Emperor Presence and God Presence, it was still a near unfathomable existence. Dyon was already at the point where no one of this plane of existence could intimidate him, unless he ran into someone who refined their Presence to a higher degree.

Unfortunately for Elder Conli, he was at the bottom rung of what could be considered a half-step transcendent. If you were to compare Dyon's father to him, it would be like comparing a 7th grade expert to a peak first grade one!

To put that into perspective, the absolute bare minimum needed to enter the essence gathering level is 54 opened meridians, because this would allow you to breach the 55th and thus become a 6th grade expert. Meaning, a 7th grade expert isn't even qualified to cross the meridian formation boundary and become an essence gatherer!

Maybe if it was a true half-step transcendent expert, they could have crushed the advantage of Dyon's Presence. But, Elder Conli wasn't qualified!

This realization turned Elder Conli blue with anger, however the angels still weren't moved.

"Master, let us attack. There's no need for you to get involved."

Although the mysterious clan army was outnumbered, Mazino believed that their numbers were more than enough. Even if the Angel Clan were made up of entirely first grade experts, he didn't believe that their legacies could compare to their clans. With all of the Heaven level techniques they had been groomed with, how could a mere Angel Clan compare?

However, this wasn't just blind arrogance. Mazino had personally seen the fighting power of the Angels while watching the war from his Heaven Shattering Sect. The reason he was so confident was because he had seen through the flaw in Dyon's formation.

Despite never being much of a military tactician, there were very few martial world geniuses who would be classified as otherworldly geniuses in the mortal world. If a martial world genius, especially a legatee, were to take an IQ test, breaking the 200 mark would be child's play for them. So, Mazino had only need a glance to see not only the profoundness of Dyon's formation, but also its weakness!

Dyon's formation was able to mitigate risk by spreading the power of its army into squads. Each squad was made of 4 saints and 1 celestial, matching perfectly to the ratio of saints to celestials in the army. Even with the women added, this 4:1 ratio remained the same. However, there was a massive problem with this approach: The Angel Warriors were restricted in their movement!

At first, Mazino hadn't been sure, but after observing for a few moments, he saw that no squad had a movement radius larger than a few tens of meters. Although this allowed them to stay organized, it also stopped them from helping an attack that say… Concentrated on a single spot!

The best part was, even if the angels then ignored their formation and attacked, they would then be equalling the playing field once again, descending into the more barbaric form of warfare the martial world was known for.

Normally, this wouldn't be easy to execute, however, the mysterious clan army was made entirely of celestials!

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Mazino was truly genius. If Dyon had known his thinking, he would definitely have nodded in approval. This truly was a great weakness of his formation, it was just that he believed that it was worth it.

Elder Conli reigned in his anger before nodding, "Slaughter them, but leave the boy alive. You can beat him as you wish, but I'd like to have some fun too."

An endless pressure immediately locked down the nine dao formation experts. "Don't even think of interfering. If one moves, one dies. If two move, two die."

The Angel Clan ministers' insides twisted with anger, however the looks on their faces remained completely nonchalant. Unfortunately, unlike Elder Conli's intimidation tactic, his energy suppression was unblockable.

The attack Elder Conli was waiting for didn't come, though. When he looked back, he found his disciple oddly arranging the first grade celestials into a cone shape, ignoring the confused gazes on their faces.

"If anyone deviates from this formation, I'll have their head." Mazino called out. Not waiting for a response, he coldly glared at Dyon's handsome face. "CHARGE!"

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The moment Amphorae saw Mazino organizing his group into a cone shape with him at the helm, she couldn't help but look at Dyon with a deep look of love and admiration. Although, when Mazino saw this, he thought she was simply saying a final goodbye before their deaths, the truth was that Amphorae was almost too bored to bother with them. Had they forgotten that there was a barrier between them?

Despite this, Amphorae didn't put too much hope in the barrier, instead, she was sure of something else entirely. Mazino believed himself to be too smart, but his folly was that he didn't understand military tactics enough.

Dyon had grown up with a military father his whole life, despite the fact he never explicitly studied military formations, he had the art of war ingrained into him from the day he was born. Comparing him to Mazino was like comparing one of China's ancient Generals to a cadet just admitted into the army!

Seemingly without a word, the Angel Clan army shifted. The saints disappeared from the front line, appearing behind Dyon, Amphorae and the locked dao formation experts in what looked like an instant.

The celestials surged forward, forming new squads as though they were all of one mind.

Mazino could only watch in horror as the formation he was sure he had found the weakness of completely shifted. However, he had no choice but to continue forward. If he stopped now, not only would it be a blow to his army's morale, it would also become a complete mess. His formation was crudely and quickly made, it resulted in an unorganized bunch. If he stopped, they would stumble over each other in the air, leaving the angels ample time to retaliate. Even though his master's aura locked onto the dao formation experts, Mazino knew that it wasn't foolproof.

The only way to completely lock down a warrior is if your energy was on a higher level. For example, when Madeleine old master locked her down with saint energy while Madeleine was still at the essence gathering level. However, even dao formation experts used enigmatic energy. So, he was forced to use density and not quality to suppress. This meant that the angels could fight back, they were simply choosing not to for now!

This was all to say that if his army became vulnerable, his master wouldn't be able to save him in a short time because if it came to it, the angel ministers would take action. The only reason they didn't was so as not to give Elder Conli incentive to move.

An ugly expression appeared on Mazino's face, but he calmed himself. He couldn't lose his head now.

Their army surged forward, passing through the first barrier completely unimpeded, as Mazino had expected.

"Destroy it!" Mazino called out to the ten dao formation experts who were waiting in the air for this moment.

Dyon knew from the beginning that his barrier would only be able to withstand 3-5 attacks from a dao formation expert. That meant that it stood no chance against the combined attack of 10!

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BOOM!

Shards of violet erupted into the skies. The timing was absolutely perfect, the moment the 10 terrifying attacks subsided, Mazino burst through, brandishing two pristine metal fans embroidered beautifully with was looked like blossoms.

He was shocked to find a perfectly arranged army of 20,000 celestials. All of his plans had gone down the drain. With the addition of the women to the Angel Clan army, the original count of 10,000 celestials had doubled! And now, there was no weakness to be seen among them.

Amphorae smiled lightly as the Angel Clan army's aura rose. But, that was when something completely unexpected happened, something even Amphorae had had not a single clue about. Even in meditation, Dyon couldn't help but smirk.

"NOW!" Veles roared, startling Laura who had just begun to calm down beside him. Her thoughts rolled uncontrollably, what did he mean now? However, in the next moments she found out something truly horrifying…

Every single one of Veles' near million strong army that had supposedly died to Dyon's spear to the chest erupted with murderous auras simultaneously, pulling out the spears in their chest and jumping into the air in unison.

Mazino was caught completely off-guard. Even Elder Conli didn't have time to react properly because he knew if he did, all 9 Angel Clan ministers would immediately act against him. Even as a half-step transcendent, he couldn't kill 9 high-level dao experts in a short time even if they had no chance of beating him.

Seeing that the people Dyon had "killed" suddenly awake, and also seeing that they each brandished a murderous spear, a sudden realization hit Amphorae and the surrounding Angels. Even Veles' father who had been watching from a distance had his old eyes awaken as though he was 20 years young.

He tilted back his head, roaring with laughter, "You have a good son!" He half couldn't believe that he had been fooled. It was even to the point where his own son lied to him… It was truly a God's stroke of genius!

It was only now Amphorae's mother truly understood how terrifying Dyon was… He wasn't drained just because he had to use his judgement technique. He was completely drained because he had to split his attack into two. One portion reserved to kill the Moon Clan warriors, and another outfitted with small scale spatial array.

The very first time Dyon used this array, he had been trying to impress Madeleine by allowing them to pass through the window of his dorm room at Focus Academy. However, the second time he used it, it had been to survive a strike from Madeleine's elder brother!

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828 Second Trial 147

If Dyon's grand teacher hadn't been privy to the conversation between Veles and Dyon, he would have fallen out of his chair when this occurred. But now, he couldn't help but laugh just as loudly as Veles' father when he saw the mysterious clan army being massacred.

The entire reason Dyon had taken Luna with him on his diplomatic trip was because he didn't trust her. So, why would he change his mind about that so quickly? Just because he took her virginity? Dyon's thinking and mental fortitude was far beyond such things.

During his talks with Veles, after he convinced his old friend to side with him, he had already told him that he didn't trust Luna and that something would likely happen to ruin their alliance. At first Veles had been skeptical, but that was when Dyon convinced him to check on Luna and Nina.

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Truth be told, they had a grand time watching their supposed wives roll around together in bed, but Dyon was thoroughly enraged when he saw Luna steal to Dragon Refining Tome.

At first, he wanted to spoil Luna's plan right there. However, that was when he thought of the mirror he had seen on their dresser that morning. Although his soul was sealed, his Perception was exceptionally sharp, so Dyon could feel someone was watching him from within the mirror. So, he decided to play a little trick.

He allowed Luna to steal the mirror to put on a play for who he assumed were the mysterious clans elders, but was actually just Laura. That said, it still had the same effect, so it didn't matter much considering Laura reported directly to them anyway.

When Veles heard that the barbarian clans were attacking, both he and Dyon had suspected what was happening. However, he still sent all of his dao formation experts, leaving his clan completely vulnerable. This was because he needed to help Dyon escape. If there were still dao formation experts in the clan, how could Dyon have even had the remote chance of escaping? Even if he had two protectors with him, their plan necessitated Dyon escaping separately because if he hadn't, the Viserions would have had to attack the Angel Clan directly.

One might wonder why this is, but the answer was simple: It was Veles' personality. In truth, Veles would never ally with anyone to destroy his enemies, and anyone who had ever met him knew this. If he didn't attack despite knowing where Dyon was, and instead went to ally with the Moon Clan, he would have been suspected no matter how much information he handed over.

The only way to properly justify it was to attack on a day everyone knew Dyon had to be there: The very same day the Moon Clan would attack! And because he had no choice but to attack on that day, it made sense for him to let the Moon Clan know he wasn't an enemy by allying with them.

If he attacked earlier than that day, it would mean nothing because Dyon wasn't there. If he attacked later, the Angel Clan might already be annihilated and the tome Dyon "stole" would be gone. Anyone with a brain would understand this and thus wouldn't suspect Veles for attacking on that day, they would only be curious about what Dyon stole to make him so angry!

Of course, this worked to perfection because Laura knew exactly what Dyon had stolen because she had watched it from beginning to end. So, she fell for it far easier than anyone else! It was truly a master plan.

However, what made all of this perfect were the spears in the Viserion warriors' hands.

Under normal circumstances, the Viserion experts wouldn't be able to match up to mysterious clan experts. And, that was especially true of a mere Viserion branch clan on this small Planet Haven. But, that all changed because of the overwhelmingly powerful weapons that each contained the power to kill a lower celestials, cripple a mid level celestial, and heavily injure a peak celestial!

The loud screams and agonizing cries of the mysterious clans rang out. Being besieged from all sides by an army of over a million completely overwhelmed them. They didn't have a single chance to retaliate because the loud booms of exploding spears radiated over the battle field!

If one wasn't enough to kill, there was a second. If two weren't enough, there was a third!

An endless rain of attacks completely annihilated the mysterious clan army even as Elder Conli watched with horror in his eyes.

Mazino roared into the skies, erupting with endless amount of faith. He refused to die here. He had already reached over 90 tempered meridians at the celestial level, he only needed a few more centuries to reach 108, then he could perfectly step into the dao formation world like his master had. He was completely unwilling!

Just as swaths of Viserions were about to die under the waves of his fans, a piercing melody began to ring out.

Mazino slowly turned his head with complete fear in his eyes only to find a red-headed celestial beauty gently plucking the strings of a Golden Lyre. He could immediately tell that this young woman had only just stepped into the celestial level, yet her tune was able to affect him?!

In truth, Amphorae's suppression of him only lasted a split second before he broke away. But, by then, it was already too late…

Thousands of spears, each capable of killing a celestial, rained down on the frozen Mazino. Before he could do anything…. His life ended.

Just like that, the life of a Legatee was snuffed out. Even someone as powerful as him fell completely victim to Dyon's deep schemes.

And maybe it was by coincidence, but it was only after his life was snuffed out that Dyon's piercing eyes opened.

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829 Second Trial 148

Dyon's eyes quickly roamed the battle field. After noticing that the Viserions had attacked, and seeing ten thousand dead men wearing robes he didn't recognize, he could immediately understand what happened. It only took him a split second to look up and grin at Veles. He was especially happy to see that the Viserion elders had taken advantage of the surprise attack to deal with Laura's two protectors. It could be said that his plan worked out flawlessly.

However… When he looked in the sky to see the old man with the darkened expression, his heart couldn't help but go cold.

In the end, Elder Conli hadn't bothered moving. By his estimation, there would have been about an 80% chance for him to save his disciple if he went all out, but he chose not to. The reason was simple: Dyon had pulled out too many tricks, making even him apprehensive.

Although it would take him a while to defeat 9 dao formation experts, "a while" was only relative to the effort he'd have to put into anything else. On top of that, he wouldn't have to fight them directly, all he'd have to do is slip by them to reach his disciple for the spears had. Even though tearing through space in these ancient times was almost unheard of, unless your space dao reached an unprecedented level, something Elder Conli obviously hadn't done, just by relying on his movement technique and superior cultivation, Conli was quite confident in himself.

However, Elder Conli thought too much of Dyon. No matter how prepared Dyon was, how could he ever expect to run into a half-step transcendent. This was supposed to be a trial! Were they trying to kill him? His plans simply didn't account for such a thing at all.

Honestly, Dyon thought that the Viserion sneak attack would have been the chess move to end this trial and send him out. But, it seemed even he underestimated the veracity of a God Level trial. It was no wonder this trial was based on time and not completion. The worst part was that since Dyon had decided to fight and not run, if he didn't defeat Elder Conli, not only would he die here, but his survival record would be a measly 7 days, not enough to be even remotely placed in the top 100.

As for why Dyon believed he would die while others were simply ejected, it was because he could feel that his real body had entered this trial. Ever since the day he took Amphorae's virginity, it was as though he had completed some sort of cycle or task that allowed him to take the gains he received here and bring them to the outside world. This meant that things like his runic flame and the Energy Core he happened to receive would stay, but this also meant that his life was on the line!

Dyon had no idea what that meant. In fact, he had been fighting the idea that this place was real because he didn't want to leave Amphorae, nor did he want the pain Luna caused him to stay, but with every passing moment, his intelligence was screaming at him to think with his head and not his heart, or else he would suffer.

Dyon stood, clutching his hand as a ten-foot-long glaive appeared in his hand. "Retreat. Now."

Hearing that Dyon's words had no leeway, the angel army could only acquiesce. Dyon had made it clear long ago that anyone disobeying orders from him during times of war would die, and he meant those words whole heartedly.

"Amphorae, you too." Dyon couldn't bear to look at her now, knowing she was feeling particularly aggrieved. After all that nonsense about fighting side by side with the one you love, you still have the face to say such a thing now? However, Amphorae could only bury her feelings. She had long since become used to doing such a thing, so she could only ignore the pain in her clenching heart and retreat behind the Angel Clan city walls.

Dyon didn't have the time to bask in his own hypocrisy. Although he empathized with Amphorae's feelings and knew exactly what she was thinking, he also knew she really couldn't help right now. The rings he had set plans to be forged were exceptionally complex. If it wasn't for the fact the Angel Clan had a time acceleration chamber, 7 days would have never been enough to form 6 of them. It could be said that they had cut it quite close.

Without the help of the ring, Amphorae would have no chance of helping. As much as she'd want to, she would only be a burden. Amphorae understood this and thus didn't bother to argue. For now, she could only watch on with worry.

In the end, there were only ten angels remaining on the battle field. Aside from those eight fighting off the mysterious clan elders, only they remained.

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"Young King do you want to?" A minister asked respectfully. They all knew of Dyon's trump card, it had to do with the rings they all wore on their fingers as well as the ring that Amphorae gave to Dyon the moment he appeared. However, they questioned if it would work against such an expert.

"As long as he hasn't comprehended spatial daos, we have a 10% chance." Dyon replied, his voice steeped in deathly calm.

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The tense atmosphere was suddenly multiplied when Elder Conli started laughing with a foreboding base in his voice.

"Your father has suppressed me for almost 60 years. Now even his son seems to be trying to follow in his footsteps. To kill my own disciple before me!" Elder Conli's laughter became louder and louder, shattering the eardrums of the weak and even causing the planet itself to quake. The daos of the world seemed to swirl around him, eagerly feeding his insanity. "How brazen! How bold! If I don't kill you all, I'll take your surname for my own!"

Elder Conli's roar shattering the sky. Violent earthquakes ravaged the lands, causing a tsunami of natural disasters to plummet Planet Haven into a crisis.

Dyon's heart couldn't help but pound fiercely. A battle of 36 dao formation experts, all trying their very best to kill each other, hadn't caused this many changes to the planet. Yet, a simple laugh could?!

This wasn't simply a matter of cumulative power. The quality of Elder Conli's power was simply on an unprecedented level.

In ancient times, not only was space far more robust, even the land beneath their feet was tougher. If Dyon hadn't had time to acclimate to the atmosphere in his trial body before his true body entered, he would have also noticed that gravity was far stronger and the air was heavier as well.

The reason for this was because of the qualitative change between ancient Gama energy and modern Gama energy. As the cosmos grew older, the universes it created became progressively weaker while this change was coupled with a weakening of Gama energies, or more accurately, it was caused by it. As for why Gama energy was weaker, it was due to a lack of one specific ingredient: Primordial Energy.

As Luna said, there were a copious amount of energies in this world, many of which had yet to be completely studied, or were simply forgotten about. For example, although in modern times it was impossible to attack with the soul without putting yourself at severe risk, in a far forgotten past, energies directly fueled by the soul existed allowing soul cultivators to be revered and even feared.

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That aside, Primordial Energy is a type of primal and bestial energy that lurked from the creation of the cosmos. It had a savage and destructive aura that inadvertently tempered the universes created within it to new heights. Essentially, because Primordial Energy was so domineering, it forced whatever was created under its influence to also match up to its strength. Thus, ancient times was truly an era of suppression.

Knowing this, it would become clear why a small planet like Haven could withstand the battles of dao and celestial experts with ease while a planet of the same size in Dyon's time would have long since been obliterated.

In this same vein, it was because Dyon's Inner World absorbed Primordial Energy during his soul's breakthrough that it was completely reformed, thus giving it characteristics of ancient times.

At this point, anyone understanding this would also understand just how terrifying it was for Elder Conli to so brazenly ignore the effects of Primordial Energy. If anything, it seemed like Primordial Energy was helping him destroy everything in his path!

Something told Dyon that although Elder Conli was relatively weak compared to half-step transcendent here, back in his modern times, he would stand at the peak of the world!

The trembling in Dyon's heart stopped, becoming as still as water in an instant. The ministers and Elder Conli immediately noticed this. With their senses, they could tell that despite Dyon's calm features, waves were being sent through his heart. In fact, they were already impressed enough that he could still fearlessly stand before them. But, now? He had transcended that fear, using it to temper himself and strengthen his heart. That was something that left them incomparably shocked.

What they didn't know was that Dyon had faced impossible to defeat enemies before. From the moment the entity's mere hand from millions of miles away could make him shiver in fear and feel despair, Dyon swore to himself that he would never allow such a feeling to take over his mind again. No matter what odds he faced, even if it was his own death on the line, he would blast through all obstacles!

A golden flame endlessly poured into the black glaive, causing the veins that lined its body to pulse violently. It was almost as though the weapon had become a living, breathing beast. Even the blade extended, becoming jagged like the teeth of an ancient monster.

Its weight multiplied, skipping over tens of thousands of jin before resting at just over five hundred thousand jin.

Dyon's released a turbid breath filled with such heat that the air crackled, boiling under the pressure. There was no question that this amount of weight placed a huge amount of burden on Dyon's celestial body. However, it couldn't be helped, body path weapons were known for their oppressive weight.

That said, Dyon was extremely satisfied. This was the first time in his life that he had managed to bring out the full power of a transcendent weapon. When he had burned his soul and poured that energy into the Dragon King, he hadn't been able to release the Dragon King's potential. This was because soul energy couldn't be used to activate body path weapons, at most, it could add a bit of sharpness and power to Dyon's strike. It was like filling your car with the improper fuel, it might work, but it wouldn't be very effective.

But now, Dyon could unleash a true transcendent weapon's might.

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831 Second Trial 150

Seeing Dyon's reaction to his laughter, Elder Conli couldn't help but be stunned. Was this measly child really planning on fighting it out with him? In his life time, even when he was Dyon's age, he stamped out all of the geniuses in his way. How could a youngster so many generations back do anything to him?

"A mere first stage transcendent weapon, and it's taken as a treasure by these fools." Elder Conli spat, looking at the nearly crippled Jabari who was still trapped in a cage formation. However, he didn't have any more time to loiter around. Although many of the things that took place took time to describe, in reality, less than a minute and a half had truly passed.

By Elder Conli's estimates, even with Dyon's father's oppressive spatial dao, it would take him hours to cross over the cosmos because he didn't have a supreme treasure to use like they did. After all, he was only human, saying he would only take hours to cross so many universes was already giving much higher praise than any half-step transcendent Elder Conli had ever met.

"I will fight him alone." Dyon's tone was resolute. "Focus on killing the other dao formation experts as quickly as possible, then get into formation."

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Originally, Dyon had wanted to attack Elder Conli together with his 5 first grade elders. However, the mysterious clans had brought ten first grade elders with them. Truth be told, Dyon wasn't too worried about it because angel bodies were a step above anything those clans could match and could make up for the energy cultivation difference, but time wasn't on their side. Dyon could only choose to take the fastest and most dangerous approach.

The faces of the ministers twitched when they heard this, but a simple glance back from Dyon stifled all of this. The look on their young king's face was truly terrifying right now.

Dyon slowly rose into the air, not stopping until he was completely eye level with Elder Conli. Although he was still a few hundred meters away from the man, he was well aware that this distance was nothing even for a saint, let alone a half-step transcendent.

Elder Conli sneered, "That weapon looks quite heavy. Doesn't seem like a boy who's still nursing can wield it."

Dyon casually swung the glaive, and although the gales created a ditch for miles to his side, he had to admit that this weapon was too heavy for him. "You're right, it is quite heavy. In this state, anyway."

With a light shrug, the aura of Dyon's body grew in devilishness, bursting through the stage of Demon Emperor's Will and resting at the first stage of the first act.

The veins of his body pulsed with gold, a tinge of red lighting his skin. His hair no longer grew in this state because he had learned to perfectly wield the excess energy, funneling it all into his body.

In that instant, his body's prowess multiplied by 8 and the once heavy glaive became as light as a feather.

A subtle look of mockery emerged from Elder Conli's eyes. Did this boy really think that this was enough? From his estimates, even his late disciple could have crushed Dyon with a single pinky, even in this state. And, that was without needing to use his faith. There was no need to talk about what would happen to Dyon if he faced Mazino one on one while the latter used his faith, the end result would be quite embarrassing for Dyon, without a doubt.

Elder Conli wasn't wrong. Mazino had been an 11th stage celestial with over 90 filled meridians. Not to mention the fact he was of the peak first grade and had master many intents. Under normal circumstances, even if he somehow magically unsealed his soul and wills, Dyon wouldn't have stood a chance, especially considering Mazino was a Legatee.

However, Dyon wasn't relying on his strength. He would never be so foolish or haughty as to underestimate a half-step transcendent. Elder Conli would have to learn the hard way that the most frightening thing about Dyon wasn't his martial prowess, but rather, his genius.

Elder Conli clasped his hands behind his back, although the loss of a legatee was devastating in modern times, it was far less devastating in ancient times because there was no limit. As long as you could pass the trials, you became one, it was as simple as that. Ancient times didn't have restrictions on the faith of clans, power spoke over everything. So, he got over the loss of his disciple quickly, Mazino had only been his disciple in name to begin with. After all, to mitigate their losses, the clan would never send someone too overly important from the younger generation, or else they would be cutting themselves off at the root.

"It must be that you don't truly understand the power of a transcendent. If I killed you too quickly, you might die still thinking you had a chance. So, considering I'm your senior, I don't mind giving you a bit of a demonstration before seeing you off. Consider it my duty as a member of the older generation." Elder Conli spoke lightly, but his every word seemed to stem of the vibrations of their hearts.

He waved his hand, causing an image of stars to appear. It was a starry sky, filled with beautiful plants colored in reds and violets and greens. However, using the memories he unlocked, Dyon immediately recognized this image as the solar system Planet Haven resided in!

"I just thought I'd make it bigger for you all, if I didn't, how would you see my glory with those pitiful cultivation bases."

Elder Conli raised his hand again. In that instant, gales that through Dyon completely off balance resounded through the planet, flattening mountains and drying river beds. It was as though all the energy of the cosmos was at the whim of his one palm.

"Heaven Shatter Absorption Arts." Elder Conli said softly, "Planetary Obliteration!"

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832 Second Trial 151

An energy blade tens of times as thin as a piece of paper erupted from his hand, filling Dyon with the aura of death.

The world seemed devoid of sound. Or, more accurately, all vibrations in the air were destroyed under the pressure of this one blade.

And then, it shot out. Flying at a speed so fast that had it not been for Elder Conli's projection, Dyon would have never been able to spot it.

The blade covered the space between themselves and the first planet in an instant, flying through its surface unimpeded and breaking through the other side in a mere split second…

And then it did so for a second…

And then a third…

And a fifth…

And a tenth…

By the time it flew out of their solar system, fifteen planets and seventy-eight moons had been pierced with a blade so thin that even with Elder Conli's projection and his overwhelming eyesight, Dyon couldn't see the damage at all…

And then… Destruction descended upon the world

BOOM!

The first planet burst apart in such fine dust particles that it was swept up by solar winds in an instant. The trail of destruction was never ending, an entire solar system of planets eradicated with the wave of a hand.

The angels could only watch numbly. This wasn't modern times, destroying a planet would take everything even an early dao formation expert had. Even worse, the had to entirely concentrate their attack in one point, aiming for the core of the planet and relying on its reaction to succeed. And yet, this half-step transcendent did so with a wave of a hand?!

"That was about a percent of a percent of my power. I'm sure you don't need me to explain to you that I didn't use any wills. In fact, I used the Earth circulation method of the technique instead of the Heaven. It could be said that I held back quite a bit. So, tell me, will you slit your own necks for yourselves, or do you insist on me doing it?"

Before the angels and Viserions could despair, and before Laura could even sneer at Veles who had now captured her, clapping interrupted all of their thoughts.

Elder Conli's brows furrowed, "What the hell are you doing?"

Dyon shrugged lightly, placing his glaive on his shoulder in a relaxed manner. "I'm only admiring a jumping clown. Was your intention not to perform? I was only expressing my appreciation for your show."

As Elder Conli's face turned from red to purple to blue to black, the sounds of stifling laughter could be heard. Although they weren't terribly loud, with his cultivation, how could he not have heard them?

A blast of heat suddenly overwhelming the planet, causing trees to wither and catch fire. Even Dyon's skin couldn't help but blister in the heat. If it wasn't for the protection around the Angel Clan, Dyon doubted that the saints could have handled it without severe pain.

How cruel. Despite the planetary explosions being so far away, how could the destruction of so many leave Planet Haven completely unaffected? The truth was that such an explosion should have taken Planet Haven with it, however, there was a very specific reason it hadn't. And that reason was why Dyon was so confident.

Dyon's clothes burned away to reveal a skin-tight armor underneath. He couldn't help but feel remorseful for all the innocents that much have died under this wave, but he didn't have the time to worry about it. At the very least, most cities had protective formation, and even though they weren't as good as Dyon's, as long as they could stand an attack or two from a saint, it would be enough to survive.

However, now, Dyon was truly angry. All to intimidate and show off, this Elder Conli had essentially sentenced millions to death. If Dyon didn't play with his life to death as well, would he still be a Sacharro?!

"Don't be so quick to anger." Dyon said with a cold light in his eyes. "If you wanted to display your power so grandly, what you should have done is blown this planet up directly, but you can't do that, can you?"

Dyon's words caused Elder Conli's eyes to narrow. His lips twitched, but he didn't respond.

"That's okay, you don't need to respond. I'll just expose some of your oh so grandiose lies.

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"I know you expect people to believe that you didn't save your disciple because you didn't have time to, but the reality of the matter is that you didn't dare to.

"I know you want people to believe that you supposedly used a percent of a percent of your power, when in reality that's also far from the truth.

"I know you want us to quake in fear and submit willingly, but unfortunately, you don't have the qualifications!" By the time Dyon had finished, his voice was like a resounding boom filling the air. The gales erupting from his lungs directly cooled the blistering heat, sending relief through the planet.

"So, how could I say the truth for you since you won't?

"The truth is you didn't dare output enough power to save your disciple. The truth is that you used at least 10% of your power. And the truth is the one who'll die here today will without a doubt be you!"

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833 Second Trial 152

Dyon's words were like a beating drum, causing the hearts of those who heard them to be filled with endless fighting intent.

The moment Dyon learned from Amphorae, who learned from Luna, that his father was alive, he had felt an unbridled joy. However, this also meant many other things. For example, the fact that his father had to be suppressed by a formation using 12 grand elder level characters.

On the surface, that information might not mean much. But, in the hands of Dyon, it told me almost everything.

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For one, this was most definitely one of the elders partaking in the formation. That meant one thing: the formation was greatly weakened, and his father might already be on his way.

Secondly, why would this grand elder come here even knowing that his father was escape once he did? The only explanation was that they had been watching this whole time and made the decision that since they had already so thoroughly offended Dyon's father, there was no going back. That meant that what they wanted here was something they could use to finally be rid of the thorn that was his father at their side.

Thirdly, Dyon was already aware of what they wanted. The first thing was Luna's primordial yin, and the second was the Energy Core. According to Amphorae, it was impossible to take away Luna's primordial yin without the Energy Core, however this information made Dyon narrow his eyes.

The reason was simple, Dyon could already tell a virgin from a non-virgin at a glance way back during his first campaign. However, this wasn't the poignant point. The true point was that he had been able to do so by sensing the fluctuations that were unique to a primordial yin. Although Dyon's soul was sealed and he couldn't sense as effectively as he had before, his Perception had reached heaven defying levels. As a result, he could already see through the fact that Luna wasn't a virgin, which means he had somehow taken her primordial yin already!

What did this all mean? It meant that Dyon had what they wanted on both fronts. And while they might not know he had Luna's primordial yin, what they could guarantee was that the Energy Core was here. In fact, Dyon suspected that the entire reason they allowed Luna to come here instead of locking her away was because she should have been the best option to subdue the Energy Core! However, for whatever reason, the Energy Core had only made itself known when Dyon broke through. It was almost as though it was waiting for Dyon specifically…

That aside, the fact that Dyon had what they wanted meant a couple things. For one, they wouldn't dare to kill him so easily. In fact, he suspected that Elder Conli would likely torture him to vent his anger and only kill him after receiving what he wanted.

However, this wasn't the only point that filled Dyon with confidence. Elder Conli wouldn't dare attack with enough power to destroy Planet Haven, because not only would that risk Luna's life, it would also risk destroying the Energy Core. Of course, Dyon knew that even if Elder Conli was a hundred times more powerful he wouldn't be able to put a single hairline crack into the surface of the Energy Core, but clearly Elder Conli didn't know this. Only Dyon, as it's master, knew its strength better than anyone. It was just that his energy cultivation was sealed, so he couldn't use it. But, that benefitted him greatly as well, because it was exactly for this reason that Elder Conli wasn't able to sense it!

As such, a few sentences laid everything bare for Dyon. Unless Elder Conli's life was in true danger, he wouldn't dare use his full power. And, even then, he would think twice, because even if he survived Dyon, would he survive Dyon's father?

Once Dyon's thoughts filled the ears of everyone present, his place in their hearts couldn't help but be lifted several fold. They couldn't fathom how a child, relative to the martial world, was able to stay so calm in the face of such power.

"So, Elder Conli. It's best you stop trying to intimidate my people and stay here obediently for my father to come and kill you. Or, you could flee and test your luck. Maybe if you're lucky, he won't find you." Dyon's gaze sharpened, piercing through to Conli's soul.

Elder Conli remained silent for a good long while before he began to laugh again. "Truly worthy of being that bastard's son." Soon, his laughter stopped, replaced by cold killing intent. "Unfortunately for you, I didn't cultivate for so many years to be a coward. I've been tempering my martial heart before your grandfather was a thought in your great grand father's nut sack. Even if you manage to stall me, I'll directly kill you then face your father's fury with my head held high!"

Dyon would have felt appreciation for Elder Conli's courage, but in reality, all he felt was disdain. This old codger couldn't beat his father, so he settled for bullying the younger generation, yet he said that his martial heart was firm?

"This is what you call a firm martial heart?" Dyon sneered. After he had heard of King Patia-Neva's story from his wives after he awoke from his coma, Dyon learned the importance of a firm martial heart, and he also understood his own path even clearer. This wasn't the place where he'd die! His own death would be dictated by his own will, not someone else's.

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Suddenly, a vast accumulation of energy began rushing toward Dyon. At first, Elder Conli had only sneered, but as it continued to climb, his facial expression couldn't help but change. It was only at this point that he realized, he couldn't sense any cultivation coming from Dyon at all!

This truly filled him with fear, but what he didn't know was that the reason he couldn't sense Dyon's cultivation was because it was sealed. However, this truth was unknown and thus gave exactly the added pressure Dyon was looking for. Since his cultivation was sealed, and Elder Conli had little understanding of formations, it seemed like all of this energy was swirling around at Dyon's behest. Making it seem like he was also a half-step transcendent!

The ring on Dyon's finger glowed brightly, communicating back and forth with the source of Dyon's power.

6 days ago, on the first night Dyon spent in this trial world, he had spent a ridiculous amount of time scanning the Angel Clan territory and marking down notes. His goal was to understand the Feng Shui of the area, and what he found astounded him. It turned out that the Angel Clan alone had more than ten abyssal core areas in their territory alone!

After some thinking, Dyon came to understand that this was a result of the Energy Core.

Special plots of land sometimes tend toward one element or another. Most of the time, land is completely neutral, but at other times, it was a magnet for wills. Under normal circumstances, most of these special plots of land never grew into anything overly special, at most they might become a relatively taller mountain if it was fond of earth will, or a world-shaking volcano if it was more fond of fire will. Even if those plots of land managed to transcend those levels and become true abyssal cores, it would take tens to even hundreds of millions of years. However, the Energy Core changed all of that!

The Energy Core was essentially a massive magnet for all energies of the world, and that includes Gama Energy which contains all of the wills of the world. Because of this, the areas surrounding the Angel Clan which had affinity for certain elements were able to gather the necessary energy for them to evolve at a heaven defying pace. The result was that in a mere few decades, the abyssal cores of the Angel Clan had reached a frightening level!

Abyssal cores were ranked from the will level, to the intent level, and finally the dao level. The level of the abyssal core decided what peak level of understanding an individual could reach by relying on them. For example, in Dyon's universe, the Ice Belt had reached the peak intent level, which was how it was able to benefit Patia-Neva so well.

However, the abyssal cores of the Angel Clan had long since reached the dao level!

Originally, Dyon's plan was to use the concepts of Feng Shui to boost the power of his formation to unprecedented levels. But, that was when he thought of another idea. If he could use the spiritual vein to directly power his arrays, why not use the power of these abyssal cores to directly power himself?!

The issue with this plan was that it was highly dangerous. One can imagine what would happen if Dyon allowed dao level energy into his body, wouldn't he directly explode? He simply didn't have the power to wield such strength. However… What if he had a weapon that wielded that strength for him?

At first, Dyon had been planning on borrowing Amphorae's lyre. It was only after it had been created that Dyon began to think that his plan was feasible. However, he didn't like the idea of leaving his wife without protection of her own, so when he peered into Jabari's spatial ring, and found the glaive, he was incomparably excited because he finally had the means to execute his plan.

Although the glaive was only a first stage transcendent weapon, it was a body path weapon, making it far sturdier than soul and energy path weapons of its class. In addition, there were many dao formation experts who could only use transcendent level weapons. In fact, the vast majority of them had no choice. One shouldn't be fooled by the fact that only celestials could bring out the full power of a transcendent weapon, because the truth was that transcendent weapons were able to withstand dao level prowess as well!

So, Dyon no longer hesitated. His ring glowed as it connected with his glaive, filling it with an inconceivable amount of power.

Wind will. Fire will. Darkness will. All furiously spun around his blade, breaking through the intent level, then piercing through the dao level.

At that moment, three majestic dao arrays spun viciously around his glaive, one an ethereal green, another a fiery red, and yet another a foggy black.

The black glaive roared with happiness, extending its three foot blade another two feet and glowing viciously.

However, when Elder Conli saw this, he calmed. Although he didn't understand formations, he could see that Dyon was channeling an outside power source into his glaive. However, if that was the case, what did he have to be afraid of?

"I know what you're thinking." Dyon suddenly said, resting the glaive on his shoulder once again. "You think that despite the fact I have this much power, I'll never hit you, right?"

Elder Conli shook. The fact Dyon dared to say this… Could he be wrong?

"Go." Dyon said softly.

In that moment, the nine angel clan ministers erupted, flying toward the ten mysterious clan elders at breath taking speeds.

"Hmph." Elder Conli raised his hand to stop them. Did they really think he would just stand there?

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But, that was when his expression changed completely…. Dyon had disappeared!

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835 Second Trial 154

A spine-tingling wave of killing intent came from behind Elder Conli, causing his eyes to widen. He actually didn't dare to ignore the attack!

Elder Conli turned abruptly, only to find a world splitting glaive falling down.

BOOM!

A miserable figure flew out, slamming into the earth and burrowing into it hundreds of meters. That figure was actually Elder Conli!

In the skies, Dyon vomited a mouth-full of blood, unable to withstand the impact. His arms even directly shattered, however that was when he funneled the energy of the spiritual vein into himself directly. Since it was on a smaller scale, he didn't need to use the crystal staff and instead directly used the ring on his finger.

This was nothing short of self-mutilation, but Dyon didn't bat an eye. In fact, he treated it like training.

With every strike, every bone in his body would directly be turned to mush, then he'd flood his body with life energy from the spiritual vein, but also allow ridiculous amounts of Primordial Energy to interweave the structure of his bones, multiplying his physical prowess with every refinement.

Elder Conli roared in anger, erupting from the earth under everyone's astonished eyes and flying toward Dyon at breakneck speeds.

He was incomparably angry. This was supposed to be as easy as slaughtering chicken, yet he had actually been sent flying by a junior?!

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The problem was that the requirements to become a half-step transcendent was to cross the barrier into a high-level dao, corresponding to the 7th-9th dao level. Although not everyone who managed to do so would reach that level, all those who had succeeded, obviously had. This meant one thing: even for a half-step transcendent like Elder Conli, the maximum will level he could use was at the dao level. Understanding this, how could dao level abyssal energy not have the power to content with him?!

However now, Dyon faced his own problem. Although his thinking speed could keep up with Elder Conli, his eyes and body definitely could not. He couldn't even see Conli as he sped toward him. All he knew was that he was most definitely headed toward him right now.

That said, Dyon didn't panic. He was already ready for the possibility that his eyes would fail him, and he also knew that his Perception's effectiveness would be halved without his eyesight. After all, it was a martial art, meaning it relied on his body. A so-called 6th sense was more energy and soul related. But, Dyon was prepared.

He disappeared again. With his thinking speed, all he needed to do was be aware that Elder Conli would attack him and he could react. While normal cultivators of his level wouldn't be able to react, he could!

Elder Conli's rage couldn't help but be stifled by complete disbelief.

Before, when Dyon disappeared, he had assumed that it was because he was careless. However, that didn't make sense. As a half-step transcendent, how could a mere boy slip by him so easily? No, the truth was that Dyon had teleported!

The purpose of the first ring Amphorae handed him was to give him the ability to use the massive teleportation formation he had laid across the entirety of the angel clan territory. He could essentially teleport anywhere within a set few hundreds of miles with a single thought. While the purpose of the second ring was to allow him to control the energy of the spiritual vein as well as the angel clan abyssal cores!

Dyon flashed around, not allowing Elder Conli to lock onto him for even an instant.

By now, the rage in Elder Conli's eyes was clear. He was sure that Dyon couldn't see him at his movement speed, but he also couldn't lock down Dyon's aura. Every time he teleported, his aura would completely vanish before reappearing. This was the first time in his life that Elder Conli regretted not spending the time to learn spatial daos. The problem was that spatial daos were much too troublesome!

Seeing Elder Conli roar with rage, Dyon's eyes flashed with decisiveness again.

He teleported, appearing to the elder's side in an instant with an attack already prepared. He swung down with all his might, not caring for his bones in the least.

Suddenly, Elder Conli's eyes sharpened. His rage disappeared with a sneer, "You're still too green!"

However, the mocking light in Dyon's eyes didn't disappear even as Elder Conli's wrinkled hand shot toward his throat. That said, Elder Conli didn't think too much of it. He only assumed that Dyon simply couldn't tell that he'd been duped yet. But, what he didn't notice was that the moment he attacked, a fourth dao array appeared stealthily around Dyon's swinging glaive.

Elder Conli's expression changed. His hand was a mere centimeter away from Dyon's throat when he was filled with overwhelming terror. His years of experience all shouted at him at once: RUN!

But, it was too late. A dense purple fog lightly grazed his finger tip, rupturing his finger in an instant and shooting up his arm with blinding speeds.

Elder Conli was horrified. "Poison! You shameless bastard!"

Despite Elder Conli's cries, Dyon's eyes became more resolute, continuing to swing his glaive. Even though Elder Conli had retreated, it wasn't far enough to escape the ripple effects.

A terrifying blade swirling with reds, greens, purples and blacks, blotted out the skies, smashing into Elder Conli's chest violently and sending him flying hundreds of miles.

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Dyon's body turned to absolute mush. If one looked into his body, they would be absolutely horrified. His organs, muscles and bones had become a disgusting and vile soup. Even his brain, which he had protected the most, had shards of bone sticking out of it. If his soul hadn't reached the point where it could separate from his body, meaning the celestial level, he would have definitely died! Although his soul was sealed, he was still capable of thinking with it. Using it, he was able to remain conscious for long enough to flood his body with Life and Primordial Energy.

In an instant, his deflated body became far more powerful. If he hadn't suppressed the energy to focus on tempering his bones and muscles to a stronger level, his height would have easily shot up by at least a meter!

The only reason Dyon's skin hadn't burst apart was because he was constantly flooding it with energy. If his body didn't have a vessel to hold it, there would be no hope of healing him at all.

This kind of body tempering was ridiculously terrifying. To shatter everything in your body, only leaving the skin behind, wasn't that just asking for death?! However, Dyon did it without batting an eye. Even as the pain ravaged through his body, the cold killing intent within him never faded.

However, it was all worth it. After only two rounds of complete tempering, Dyon could already feel like his body would be comparable to when he used second stage of the first act of Demon Emperor's Will in its base form. That meant a 4x increase in his prowess already! That said, he also noticed that the second tempering, although much more thorough, was also only as effective as the first. But, that was to be expected, it would be foolish to think that Primordial Energy could increase his strength infinitely.

What truly made Dyon happy, though, was that fact that this tempering also made integrating the Demon Sage's blood essence hundreds of times easier! Because his bones were completely destroyed, he no longer had to pierce through them to drill the Demon Sage's blood essence into his true blood essence. He had actually found such a short cut, albeit a very painful short cut.

Dyon knew he had to take advantage of this. He didn't know when he would find a life energy source like the spiritual vein again, and without one, using this method was only asking to die. Although the Energy Core had only taken decades to build up this store, that was in the ancient era, the energy hear was hundreds of times denser than in Dyon's time. What took decades here would definitely take millennia there. He couldn't waste this opportunity.

Amphorae could only watch in horror as Dyon's body constantly inflated and deflated. She knew exactly what was happening, she wasn't stupid. Although Dyon seemed incomparably valiant right now, so much so that it made her heart throb with love, she also knew that he was facing a ridiculous amount of pain right now.

Elder Conli blasted his way out of the mountain range he had fallen into. His entire right arm was blackened, boils filled with puss were growing along it without reserve, giving it a disgusting contrast of brownish-green and black.

With great pain and rage in his eyes, he didn't hesitate to chop his arm off. When a cultivator reached his level, each limb was incomparably important. There were only 108 meridians in the body. 36 of them were centered in the torso and head, however, there were 18 in each limb!

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18 meridians were the equivalent of two grades. Meaning, the difference between a peak first grade expert and a peak third grade expert was exactly 18 meridians.

The difference between two grades was no joke. A first grade expert could look down on third grade experts with complete impunity. Elder Conli losing his arm was the equivalent was losing more than 60% of his combat prowess.

In addition to this, energy path battle techniques relied on how many meridians you could circulate them through. Meaning, a lower-class technique required less activated meridians. This topic is actually quite complex, but the main point was that it was impossible to use even heaven class battle skills to their peak with 99 meridians. As for divine class battle techniques, to train them to their peak, it required 108 meridians.

With the loss of his arm, Elder Conli was basically restricted to using Earth class battle techniques.

This was without a doubt a devastating blow. Although it was possible to regrow an arm, the higher realm you reached, the higher the pill requirement was. For someone at the level of a half-step transcendent, even a normal Star level pill wouldn't work. With the limited power of the mysterious clans, even if Elder Conli sold all of his possessions, he still might not find a suitable pill.

"THIS DAMN ANGEL CLAN!!" Elder Conli looked like a mad man who had lost his mind. He flashed forward with such speed that had Dyon not been ready to teleport, even it might not have been fast enough.

Dyon completed coated his surroundings with dao level poison, however, Elder Conli was ready now. Before, the only reason it worked was because he hadn't thought to use his energy to protect himself. He had simply underestimated Dyon's ability to harm him, and he had suffered greatly!

"GIVE ME YOUR HEAD!!" Elder Conli was thoroughly enraged. His eyes bulged with a bloody redness. He was even more determined to steal Luna away, maybe only with her otherworldly means could he have a chance to have his arm back.

As Dyon flashed about, dodging the madman that was pursuing him, his mind was actually on something else entirely. In order to control these energies, it should have also taken mental energy, after using it for so long, he should have felt at least some signs of fatigue. So, why was he perfectly alright? In fact, he felt like he could go on forever. What was going on? Did draining his mental energy temper it as well?

What Dyon didn't know was that he was only half correct. Although his mental energy was tempered, there was also another much more important reason. In fact, if his nerves weren't so focused on dodging elder Conli and healing his body when it practically burst apart, he would have already noticed that just a few miles away, looking on as the battle raged on, was a violet eyed girl with heaven shaking beauty.

She sat at the edge of a valley so deep that the bottom couldn't be seen, but what could be felt was a wind so powerful that even a dao formation expert would be torn apart with a thought. This was the Angel Clan wind abyssal core!

Dyon would soon find out that the reason wielding all these energies took no effort on his part was because Luna was constantly pouring her will into his formation, making the once unruly energy completely docile and obedient.

Despite the fatigue on her face, she wiped her brow with a smile on her face. For the first time in her life, she felt good about something she had done.

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837 Second Trial 156

Dyon's body flashed around the sky, skirting by the raging Elder Conli with ease.

At first, Dyon felt that controlling too many daos at once would fry his mind too quickly, so he started with just one. But, when he realized that it was a lot easier than he assumed, he had increased it to three immediately. It wasn't until he wanted to trick Elder Conli into losing his arm that he summoned the fourth poison dao.

It was suffice to say that for an expert like Elder Conli, the same trick wouldn't work twice. In fact, despite losing 60% of his combat ability, the truth of the matter was that he hadn't become any easier to fight. That was because he was restricting himself to less than 10% of his ability from the very beginning for fear of destroying Planet Haven. So, Dyon never relaxed, even for a moment.

"DO YOU THINK I WON'T DARE TO KILL THE WHOLE OF YOUR ANGEL CLAN?!" Elder Conli felt like he was losing his mind. In the beginning, he was a bit apprehensive that he couldn't see Dyon's cultivation, but with his experience and after fighting so long, he could tell that Dyon's usual peak battle prowess was at most the mid-celestial level, and that was accounting for that intelligence of his, not his raw power. If it was about raw power, Dyon could just barely stand up to normal geniuses of the lower celestial level: meaning peak 2nd grade to lower 1st grade celestials. That was, of course, because Dyon's soul and wills were sealed, so he was only worth that evaluation.

However, after time passed, he noticed that Dyon's body was growing stronger and stronger. He could somehow completely reform his insides?! How could he bear such pain?!

Elder Conli could only watch with a look of disgust on his face as Dyon basically used him as a training dummy. When he saw Dyon had stopped tempering his organs and bones, and instead diffused Elder Conli's attacks directly to his skin, something in Conli's mind snapped. He had never felt so humiliated in his life!

Watching Dyon's caramel skin burst apart, leaving nothing but a bundle of muscle and bones, only for it to regrow stronger, was truly maddening.

Dyon sneered. "Sure, go ahead and kill them." Dyon's words stunned the angels, but when they heard his next words, they couldn't help but feel the level their King's intelligence reached had lapped them all. "Just know that Luna is disguised among them, so if you accidentally kill her, that'd be something you'd have to bear on your own."

Elder Conli's eyes turned scarlet hearing Dyon's words. He had been looking for Luna this entire time, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn't lock onto her signature. The worst part was that he knew this would happen well before hand, however they all thought it hadn't mattered since they controlled the life and death of her mother and sister.

Because of Luna's energy control abilities, finding her through divine sense was impossible. If she really wanted, you wouldn't be able to tell she was there even if she was standing right in front of you. Dyon had deduced this to be a heavy possibility because he was able to communicate with his Ministers even in battle and even they couldn't find her location right now.

Of course, Dyon assumed that she was still in the dungeon. It wasn't because he hadn't thought of the possibility of her escape, but it was more so that the smarter decision would be to stay put.

'Wait… Energy Control?...' Suddenly Dyon thought of a possibility that made him involuntarily look at his glaive with a complicated expression.

"Thank you." He said softly. Although it seemed like he was talking to no one, a petite figure in the distance couldn't help but tremble when she heard those words.

Dyon's blood essence integration approached 34%. Although this seemed slow considering it was only a 2% increase, other than taking a beautiful maiden's virginity, Dyon's integration had never increased so much in a single sitting. The more poignant point was that it also became harder the more he integrated.

"LUNA GET OUT HERE NOW OR DO YOU BELIEVE I WON'T KILL YOUR SISTER RIGHT NOW?!" Elder Conli's voice pierced right to Luna's most fragile weakness.

"I'd like to see you try." Dyon replied coldly.

However, Elder Conli no longer bothered with him, immediately flashing toward Veles who was holding Laura hostage.

In that moment, Dyon felt a piercing pain in his mind. Suddenly the burden of using daos multiplied by hundreds, immediately sapping his energy at an alarming rate. In an instant, 90% of his mental energy disappeared, forcing him to undo all of his activated daos except for the poison fog around him.

He popped yet another pure white pill, a look of clear fatigue suffusing his features. Dyon breathed heavily, ignoring his pain and teleporting in front of Elder Conli without regard for his own life.

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Dyon raised his glaive, roaring with all his might as he focused his poison dao to the bladed edge. The move that had once been simple drained him of almost all of his remaining mental energy, but he swung down anyway, a look of pure and unbridled fury and determination on his features.

Elder Conli smirked to himself when he saw this. 'As expected, without her help, there was no way this ant could control such energy. Look at how tired he is after only a brief moment alone.'

"PATHETIC!" Elder Conli's hand became the focal point of an accumulation of energy. "OBLITERATION!"

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838 Second Trial 157

The poison dao on Dyon's blade didn't stand a chance. He could send Elder Conli flying with the help of three, but now that he only had one, cutting through his defenses was nothing more than a pipe dream.

BOOM!

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Dyon's body was sent flying. In a mere moment, his entire body became a bloody ball of meat, flying through the skies.

Mountain ranges collapsed as his skin burned through the air, making him looking like a red comet leaving his mark in the clouds.

Dyon didn't even have a chance to cough up blood. If someone were looking at him right now, it would be impossible to tell where his head was, let alone his mouth. If Elder Conli hadn't been holding his strength back, Dyon would have been vaporized in an instant, leaving nothing for anyone to look at, at all.

Amphorae's heart clutched with pain. She hadn't even been able to see Elder Conli move, but she could see Dyon's sorry figure smashing through mountain after mountain.

"NO!" Amphorae's shriek threatened to burst the hearts of anyone who heard it. Filled with nothing but pain and endless hatred, her voice affected everyone, unleashing the truth power of a music will expert.

Never had the world seen such a will before, as it was birthed because of Amphorae's own genius. From youth, Amphorae had always been fascinated with the product a group of specially chosen sounds could create together. After Dyon broke her heart, she spent her days basking in those feelings of sorrow, testing and studying whatever she could in order to convey what she felt inside. To her, her only means of venting was her music.

Amphorae created all sort of instruments, many of which she destroyed so that no one would ever find them, but the one she couldn't bear to was the very instrument she had created with Dyon.

In her younger years, when her every day was filled with joy, happiness and anticipation, the only person who she ever told about her hobby was her future husband. Even her own mother had no idea.

On one particular day, Dyon was listening to her play on a flute she had created out of makeshift bamboo when he became lost in thought looking at her hair. In that moment, while he was overwhelmed by the beauty of her red and gold streaks, he had made an off-hand comment that shook Amphorae to her core.

"They look like they have a story to tell… How beautiful would the sounds of your hair be? Locks of red and gold… Is it the tale of a bloody massacre or an unyielding queen…?"

Maybe even Dyon had forgotten he said those words, but Amphorae never forgot. That was when she began to try and create music with her hair, and it was the very product of that that Dyon found when he visited her cabin on that day.

It might have been the will of the heavens, or maybe it was just by coincidence, but it wasn't until Dyon and Amphorae worked together that she finally perfected the lyre… Dyon gave her the structure, while she elevated it to a level never before seen in this world.

And now, that unyielding queen was feeling an anger she had never felt before!

When she learned about Luna, she wasn't angry. When her love left her, she wasn't angry. Even when the life and death of her clan was in the balance, she never felt anger.

But, now? As she watched the man she had given her everything to be willing to fight and die for her, something snapped.

Wings of pure white burst from her slender back, spanning more than two meters each and blowing away anyone who stood near her.

In the next moment, a lyre of pure gold appeared as the roar of a Dragon descended from the skies.

In the distance, Dyon's eyes no longer existed. In fact, even his ears had been completely blown away from existence. If someone were to come by and see him now, they would mistake him for a bag of meat prepared by a butcher that was terrible at their craft. And yet, she could feel Amphorae's rage as her soul resonated with his own.

He no longer had the mouth to speak, but if he could, he would be pleading with Amphorae to run, to not do anything stupid… To survive…

But, his Queen was thoroughly enraged now. Her red-gold hair burned into a pure white as her oppressive aura only grew. The lyre in her hand expanded to ten times its size, becoming a harp of epic proportions that was easily double Amphorae's height. The Dragon embroidered around it snapped to life, erupting with golden streaks of lightning as its roars continued that made all those who saw it tremble with terror.

"Maiden's Song!" Amphorae's lovable voice, laced with grief called out, tears streaking down her delicate cheeks. "First Verse: Love's First Sight!"

A massive dao array appeared behind Amphorae, once appearing a pure white before lightning coursed through its runes. It expanded again and again, blotting out the whole sky as her small hands reached for the strings of her harp.

Against all logic, when the first note was played, there wasn't a single sound. The world was completely silent. If it wasn't for the resounding vibrations, so fierce they could be seen by the naked eye, reverberating from the harp's strings, one might even believe that Amphorae hadn't attacked at all. But, that was when it happened…

BOOM!

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839 Second Trial 158

Just as Elder Conli was about to reach Laura, a massive explosion resounded in his heart, causing him to cough up blood and fall from the sky.

He looked up in shock to find a goddess descending with a look of rage on her face. But, it didn't make sense. A celestial who just broke through, using a dao?! What was going on?!

Dyon laid in the rumble of a mountain, trying to move, but not having the muscles intact to do so. If his soul wasn't still burning with such fire, there was no doubt that he would be dead right now.

Dyon wanted nothing more than to heal himself and help Amphorae, but he couldn't! The only way such an overwhelming formation could be put in place, allowing him to teleport at will and use power far surpassing his own, was for it to be set to a limited space. The range of a few hundred miles of the Angel Clan was well within Dyon's control, although being closer to the middle of the spiritual vein allowed him to heal much quicker. However, Dyon had been directly blown out of that range! Not only could he not help Amphorae, he couldn't even help his own self!

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Dyon's mind roared with unwillingness, could this really be how he died? With his soul sealed, at best he could keep his mind working. He couldn't even go and steal another body because his soul wouldn't be able to leave until his Inner World was finished. But, for his Inner World to finish, he needed energy cultivation. But, with his meridians destroyed, how could he have anything of the sort?!

In the distance, Luna sat pale faced, unable to stop her petite body from trembling. The moment Luna heard her sister being threatened, her control crumbled to dust. Unable to control the energy anymore, Dyon was forced to withstand the burden with his own mental energy, but that immediately went horribly.

It was as though they were playing a game of musical chairs and Luna had pulled the seat Dyon had chosen out form under him. At first, Dyon had been prepared to limit himself to one or two daos at the most to limit his consumption and maximize his effectiveness, but Luna's help allowed him to use even five or six without any burden at all. The moment Luna's help vanished, Dyon was bombarded with fatigue his mind could only barely handle, making his attack with Poison dao far weaker than it should have been and destroying his calculations.

Dyon was aware that there was a good possibility that the Energy Core could probably control the energy within the spiritual vein. The problem was that it was within his Inner World, completely sealed away from his senses. The only reason he was even aware he had it was because his soul had forcibly broken its restraints to break through to the celestial level, thus allowing him to notice the oddity. However, afterwards, he had once again been cut off from his Inner World.

That aside, when Luna saw Dyon still put his life on the line, even after she lost control, what Amphorae had said finally clicked with her.

"To be by his side is a privilege, not a burden…" Luna croaked, unable to deal with her guilt. She told herself that she had lost control because Elder Conli threatened her sister, but was that really true? Was it unintentional? She could control energy since her youth as easily as breathing, would she lose control so easily? And so quickly?

At that moment, all of the good feelings she had built up, thinking she had done something good, completely shattered, scattering with the wind.

Amphorae viciously plucked the strings of her harp, each note digging a hole into Elder Conli's heart and causing him to cough up blood without question.

"Second Verse: Maiden's Tears!"

"Third Verse: A Lonely Back!"

"Fourth Verse: Sorrow's Vengeance!"

"Fifth Verse: Betrayal's Blood!"

"Sixth Verse: Goddess' Descent!"

Amphorae's every word was accompanied by a melody of grief and pain. Even as her lips dripping with blood, and her snow-white skin tore apart, she didn't stop for even a moment.

She knew this would happen from the very beginning. She was a mere celestial, the only reason she could use the dao of music to begin with was because she was the creator of the will. As the creator, why would she need to go the same stages as everyone else? She was immediately granted a full understanding, and could thus wield it if she chose… But… That came at a price…

The body of a celestial couldn't withstand dao levels of energy… It was the very reason Dyon was forced to use his glaive. However, Amphorae's lyre was a treasure of the 33 Heavens. Not only was it a burden for her to use her music dao, it was an even greater burden to use the treasure at all!

Even Dyon, with his overwhelming soul talent, could barely use his Aurora Steps for a few minutes before running out of energy. Knowing this, plucking even a single string for Amphorae while she was a mere celestial should have been enough for her to fall from the skies completely drained.

However, she kept herself awake, forcibly absorbing energy from the atmosphere through her wings and withstanding her body turning to mush from the inside out. Even if she died, she would have no regrets because she was doing this to protect the person she cared the most for…

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840 Second Trial 159

Dyon knew exactly what Amphorae was thinking, and seeing Elder Conli didn't fill him with any joy, it only filled him with endless pain.

Unlike Dyon, Amphorae's soul had yet to cross the celestial barrier. Not everyone had the same overwhelming soul talent as Dyon, so soul cultivation almost always lagged behind their body or energy cultivation depending on the type of expert they were.

Amphorae was no different. Despite being an otherworldly talent, Amphorae was from a race of body cultivators. Although her own talent far outweighed that of beasts, and was actually better in comparison to many humans as well, it was completely unheard of for someone to reach the celestial level of soul cultivation in less than a 100 years.

If Amphorae continued, she would die!

However, Amphorae didn't seem to care.

"Seventh Verse: Persephone's Misery!"

Black blood flew from Amphorae's mouth, but she forcibly suppressed the next surges, resolutely plucking her strings again.

Her pure white hair became bathed in a violet light, dripping from the skies and coating it in blood. Even her wings were affected, turning into a dark burgundy.

The Earth split open, causing tongues of flames to envelop Elder Conli's screaming body even as the hellish notes continued to pound his heart into minced meat.

'It's not enough, it's not enough.' Hatred filled Amphorae's eyes. Even her parents were fighting in the distance felt their hearts tremble. Was this really their daughter? Was her love really so deep?

In that moment, Dyon finally realized he had made a mistake. If he was there, if he was by her side now, why would she have to go so far? She may have dealt with a small burden, and most definitely would have ended up injured, but he would have been able to heal her directly, as well as protect her soul.

But now, he was a mangled mess. He couldn't even move!

Amphorae coughed up another mouthful of blood. But, she wiped it away on her sleeve, looking off in the distance at a particular direction.

Her delicate features were covered in blood, her purity was matted in an endless aura of murder, and yet, there was nothing but love in her gaze when she turned her head in that direction.

Suddenly, a blaze of white flames erupted around Amphorae.

What was left of Dyon's heart, clenched. 'NO!'

However, it was too late. Amphorae's soul burned brilliantly, releasing wave after wave of pure energy, causing the dao array behind her to rumble, expanding to a size that could even encapsulate the entire planet.

Wings of gold burst from the meat sack that was Dyon. Ignoring the excruciating pain, he trudged through the air slowly, unable to reach even 1% of his max speed. He had to cover hundreds of miles, and yet, he felt like he was already collapsing after a single one.

The angels and Laura raised their hands to their mouths in shock. But, there was nothing any of them could do anymore…

'CONLI, I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!' Dyon's mind raged as he spurred on his wings as fast as they would go.

Dyon fell from the skies, tumbling into the dirt as his wings threatened to flicker into non-existence. Pain racked what was left of his body even as a trail of meat, bones and blood collapsed as he rolled forward.

Amphorae extended her hand. What once was a delicate existence, unblemished by the world, was now completely mangled. Her nails were cracked and filled with dried blood, her skin was blistered and cracking, she couldn't even move her fingers freely anymore, she could only force them to stay in place as she moved her body to pluck the strings.

"Eighth Verse: Pomegranate Seed's Bloom!"

Elder Conli roared as his chest was blasted apart. In that moment, the poison he had suppressed erupted once again, he no longer had the ability to continue to suppress it, or else he really would die to Amphorae's attacks!

Dyon forcibly kept his wings corporeal. He wasn't even able to summon three pairs, in fact, the single pair he could summon wasn't even golden. Instead, it was a mangled and faded black and white, the color of his original set of wings. To say that he was drawing on his final strands of vitality was an understatement… The only thing keeping his muscles moving was Dyon's runic flames, which infiltrated his wings to force them to contract and expand.

By this point, Amphorae was nothing more than a skeleton. That one attack had already taken everything she had… But, she still raised her arm again.

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Amphorae's mother's eyes reddened even as her father roared into the skies. For dao experts to lose control of their feelings, it could be said that only something that affected them to the depths of their hearts could do so… They both only had one child, and now they were watching her give up her life all for the sake of protecting them all…

"Ninth Verse…" Amphorae's voice sounded out weakly as she looked down at Elder Conli's mangled body.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Elder Conli roared. Did they think he would really keep holding back his power if his life was on the line?

Dyon fell from the skies again, but he didn't give up. Using his wings almost like legs, he pierced them into the ground, dragging his body along as he finally crossed back into the range of his formation.

"… Summer's Last Wither."

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841 Second Trial 160

Elder Conli's power erupted, but Amphorae had already began falling from the sky.

Her wings weakly flapped, trying to slow her descent, but every attempt ended with a rain of red feathers… It was truly a bird's last song…

Amphorae's last note resounded through the air, piercing toward Elder Conli at a speed that shouldn't be possible for sound. However, unlike the other 8 verses, Elder Conli's heart was being fiercely protected by an aura that could only be produced by a half-step transcendent.

The earth was obliterated in an instant. Under the power of such a being, even a planet of the ancient era could hardly withstand just the simple release of his power.

A crater spanning thousands of miles appeared in an instant, leaving only Elder Conli's presence for as far as the eye could see… It was truly a power that shocked everyone, if one looked at Planet Haven from the sky, it would look as though a God had reached his hand out and removed a large chunk of it.

The large dao array in the sky disappeared, without Amphorae's power to keep it in existence, it could only fade away, unable to continue supplying much of anything.

Elder Conli roared with laughter, "Do you think you think your life is worthy enough to be exchanged for mine?! Die knowing that you did so in vein!"

Even if Amphorae wanted respond, she simply didn't have the energy to. However, before Elder Conli could celebrate for too long, he noticed a seed growing on his heart. In the blink of an eye, it grew into a sapling, and then it became a stalk, then it bloomed into a blood red flower.

The hole in his chest that he had only just healed burst again. What horrified Elder Conli was that the more power he put into healing himself, the faster the flower bloomed!

In that moment, he realized just how foolish he had been. Each of the first eight verses of Amphorae's self-created Maiden's Song were a direct stamp on the heart. Every note felt as though it was reverberating from the very depths of your soul and had it been anyone but Elder Conli withstanding her attacks, their heart would have long since burst apart into nothingness.

However, the ninth verse was different. Its attack was no longer simple vibrations, but had stepped into a level of music dao that Dyon couldn't fathom. To beget life from song…

Maiden's Song was the culmination of Amphorae's life. Everything from her love, to her pain and resignation. In the end, no matter how angered she was by her love, it would still bloom… And no matter how angry Elder Conli was, he would only fuel his own death…

The blood red flower clenched Elder Conli heart, restricting his very soul and making his every breath as difficult as ascending the heavens.

Dyon's roar finally broke the infernal silence. He had only just managed to cross back into the area of his formation, but before he could fully heal himself, Elder Conli had blasted the earth apart, taking with him a large portion of the formation he had created.

By this point, Dyon was, at the very least, no longer a bundle of blood meat held together by only his will power, but he was still a bloodied humanoid mess in agonizing pain. He only had the faintest layer of skin, barely covering the outline of his muscles and skeleton. He was so weak that he could only drag his body through the air, but he still moved as fast as he could, catching Amphorae just before she hit the ground.

They both tumbled. Dyon was far too weak to bear her weight, and Amphorae couldn't lift a finger.

Tears fell down Dyon's cheeks as he held Amphorae's body with his last bits of remaining strength. Her body was so weak that he felt as though the slightest bit of pressure might cause her to scatter into the wind.

"Don't leave me…" Dyon's voice was completely broken. His body trembled, forgetting his own pain, his only focus was the beauty in his arms.

Amphorae's closed eyes fluttered open when she heard Dyon's voice. Her nerves were complete fried so she hadn't even been able to distinguish hitting the ground and being in Dyon's arms, but the pain in her husband's voice called out to her slowly fading soul.

She tried to lift her hand to touch Dyon's cheek, but it could only fall weakly to her side, without the strength to lift up again.

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Her lips were cracked and bleeding, unable to open to say her last words…

But, her fading soul still held a connection to Dyon and it conveyed her last wishes perfectly…

"A King can't cry before his people, stay strong… I'm glad that I could fight by your side in the end…"

No matter how hard Dyon tried, he couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

He tried to pour life energy into Amphorae, but Elder Conli's eruption had completely destroyed the formation.

He weakly got up with Amphorae in his arms, trying to drag himself and her to the large crater Elder Conli had made. With how large the spiritual vein was, even to the point where it wrapped around the planet's core, Elder Conli had to have exposed it right? Maybe he could save Amphorae like that.

Dyon grunted, holding Amphorae's body close to his chest as he practically crawled his way forward. The Angel army, which had just been watching, had been completely blown away by Elder Conli's rage. Even if they wanted to help, they were on their last legs as well…

However, it was all for naught… Before Dyon could even make it half way to the edge of the crater, Amphorae's soul sounded out with one final message before her body fell completely limp.

"Goodbye Dyon, My King… I love you…"

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842 Second Trial 161

Dyon powerlessly fell to the ground, roaring into the skies.

Tears fell from the eyes of Amphorae's parents as their attacks against the mysterious clan dao experts grew fiercer. If only they were stronger, if only they had finished their opponents off faster, maybe, just maybe, their daughter would still be alive.

In the distance, Luna's face was so pale that she directly coughed up mouthfuls of blood continuously. Her once glowing complexion was nowhere to be seen, replaced by tears and endless grief.

Luna had done too much wrong in her life. She had caused her own sister so much pain that she fell for their disgusting father. She had ruined almost 30 years of Dyon's life and even led to the destruction of his clan. But, maybe the person she had harmed the most was Amphorae.

Not only had she forcibly taken Amphorae's love through underhanded means, she had caused her years of misery.

Michael, the man who had supposedly fallen for Amphorae was just yet another manipulated by Luna. In her attempt to make it up to Amphorae, she had sent off another man to his death.

Amphorae, who had blamed herself for Michael's death, had actually not been responsible at all.

Then, Luna didn't bat an eye when she decided to eradicate the Angel Clan, thinking that this was what she owed her sister, but she had only ended up causing endless misery to a group of people who had done nothing wrong.

And in the end, even Amphorae's death had been her fault.

If she hadn't hesitated in helping Dyon, how could he have been blown away so decisively? If she had supported him to the end, Amphorae would have never needed to step in at all, and she could still be living…

"I don't deserve to live…" Luna, for the first time in her life, felt clarity. She simply didn't deserve to be on this earth. Her every attempt to "help" ended in disaster, and even when her decision was correct to begin with, she always ended up somehow making the wrong choice in the end.

Her powers shouldn't exist in this world, and neither should she.

Luna looked back toward the valley of the wind abyssal core, yet even in the face of her own death, she only felt like this was right. However, before she left, there was something she had to do…

Elder Conli lay limply in the middle of the crater, anger lighting his gut as he raged inwardly. How had he been put in such a state by a mere child?!

His heart contracted again. Elder Conli could tell that if he output power any more than a saint, this flower would immediately crush his heart to smithereens. Although he was angered beyond belief, he had to think of a solution. He couldn't allow this to continue.

Slowly, he raised himself out of the crater. He would have to gamble. However, the moment he reached the top of the crater, a voice called out to him, causing his head to snap quickly toward a certain direction.

"Elder Conli!" Luna stood up with a streak of red blood flowing down her white dress. Her feet were bare, and just barely creeping toward the edge of the valley. As long as she willed it, she would fall and die before Elder Conli could do a thing. Although energy attacks had no effect on her, that was only if she didn't wish them to. If she fell and allowed the attacks, she could even force the wills to attack her with greater ferocity than they would anyone else.

Elder Conli's eyes narrowed. "So you've finally shown yourself! Good, Good. As long as you come with me, I promise to not kill anyone else."

He looked toward Dyon, but Dyon didn't seem to have heard anything. He only continued to hold Amphorae's withered corpse in his arms, unable to muster the strength to do anything else.

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"You've tormented me and my family for so long. You've caused so much suffering and heart-ache, and yet, you're still a far better person than I am." Luna's voice rang out resolutely.

"In my own life, I've harmed two sisters and a husband who all loved me dearly, and I have nothing to pay them back with other than my own worthless life.

"Today, this all ends. You'll never get what you want. You can simply wait for the day where my former father in law cuts off your head!"

Elder Conli's expression changed, "Wait! Do you really think I can't still kill your family after you've died? Are you so naïve?!"

Luna sneered, "Even in the end, you're still threatening me. Look around you! You've destroyed a fourth of the planet! Any moment now, Planet Haven will be no more. You've already killed my mother in your rage," Luna's words choked when said this. After Elder Conli's aura erupted, the first thing she had done was sense for her mother's aura… But… The fourth of Planet Haven Conli had annihilated included the Moon Clan territory…

As for her sister, although Luna couldn't bring herself to say it, she truly thought that death might be a sort of release for her sister…

The moment she had decided to kill herself, she felt a certain clarity that opened a world of new abilities to her. Now, all she wanted to do was guide her mother, Amphorae and Laura into reincarnation, and then she could die in peace… Wasn't it ironic that during her own final end, she had learned to manipulate the energies of life and death?...

Luna looked toward Dyon's disheveled and pitiful figure. She felt her heart clench as tears fell from her eyes.

"I'm sorry," Her voice traveled directly to Dyon, not allowing anyone else to hear. However, Dyon didn't seem to have noticed anything…

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843 Second Trial 162

Seeing Dyon ignore her, Luna didn't feel wronged, nor did she feel dissatisfied, in fact, she only felt that it was right. After all the pain she had caused, the fact that Dyon hadn't come here to kill her personally was gratifying enough. But, she couldn't help but feel anguish over the fact Dyon's last words to her were "Thank You"… And yet… She betrayed that in the end…

"I know that there's nothing I can do to make this up to you, however, I will personally guide Amphorae into reincarnation." Luna said quietly. "I'll also make sure that she doesn't lose any of her memories, as long as she sees you once in her next life, she will remember everything… That is the least I owe you…"

Dyon's dead eyes looked up when Luna said this, causing Luna to feel a raging killing intent crash into her. However, Luna could tell that this killing intent wasn't aimed toward her, it was as though Dyon wanted to destroy everything in existence and tear the heavens apart.

But, when he heard Luna's words about reincarnating Amphorae with her memories, his heart which had just about stopped beating, suddenly startled awake.

The truth was, even if Amphorae reincarnated, Dyon had no idea how he would find her. In fact, if she reincarnated right now, wouldn't she be dead or have transcended by the his modern era came into being? On top of all of that, the cosmos was massive. Each long universe had trillions of people, let alone the fact this ancient era had a near infinite number of them, while his own still had ten thousand.

Finding Amphorae under such circumstances was a fool's errand. But, Dyon no longer despaired. He wasn't the type of person to be daunted by the odds, if there was a way, he would find it.

He had long since given up on his parents, but that was only a means of maturing for him. He could never give up on Amphorae. Not because he loved her more than his parents, but because, to him, she was his companion for life. They had a deep seeded connection Dyon couldn't explain, in fact, he had this very same connection with every one of his wives. It was a feeling that made him understand that he never wanted to leave them in this life time.

When Dyon told Madeleine that he didn't need a second wife, he had been serious. At that moment, he had seen so many women, even beautiful ones at that, but he hadn't batted an eye. Whether it be celebrities from his human world, Delia, Ava, or even Evelyn's little sister. That didn't even mention those like Venus and Tammy. And yet, he felt incomparably content with only Madeleine.

Although it was true that Madeleine was far more beautiful than them all, something deep inside Dyon was telling him that that didn't matter. He knew there was something else, something unimaginable connecting the two of them.

But then, Dyon met Ri. And at that moment, it was like all those feelings Madeleine had stirred within him had awakened and bloomed again in almost the same way for someone completely different. It was at that point that Dyon was sure that it had nothing to do with beauty because Ri's appearance was truly as normal as it got when he first met her.

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That moment with Ri then trudged up the feelings he had buried long ago for Clara. He could tell that Madeleine's place in his heart was exceptionally special because only she could force him to be unable to bury his feelings for her, and yet she also made it impossible for him to reject all others he felt this connection with.

The fourth woman to give him this very same connection was Amphorae. He simply couldn't let her go… Although a child must eventually grow up and leave the house of their parents, it's their wives and husbands that they should never leave. Dyon, for as long as he lived, would never give up on finding Amphorae. She would stand by his side as he looked down on the world with disdain! He would never allow this to happen again!

As for Luna, Dyon had no idea if his feelings for her were even real. He was very clear on the fact he was manipulated. As such, could he really place her in the place he reserved for the loves of his life? In fact, even though his Perception allowed him to see Luna's intentions, he didn't even say a single word to stop her… Maybe deep down, he resented her existence as much as she did…

Although Luna could sense this, and it filled her with an indescribable hurt to the depths of her soul, she didn't blame Dyon in the least. She found it better this way. Since the only person who had wanted her to live, her mother, was dead, there was no need to stay any longer…

She knew the Angel Clan wanted her dead for her betrayal. She knew that her own elder sister hated her to the depths of her soul. And, even her own husband refused to see her as his wife anymore. She was truly a great existence as the mysterious clans said, wasn't she? How laughable.

Luna choked on her laughter as an endless stream of tears fell from her eyes.

Her foot shifted backwards, causing small bits of pebbles to fall from the edge of the cliff, only to be instantly obliterated by the raging winds below.

"DON'T YOU DARE!" Elder Conli raged. He flashed forward, but he had forgotten about something very important: The Flower in his chest.

In that moment, a fountain of blood fell from the chest of a half-step transcendent as he fell from the skies, dead.

Luna's hand waved as a stream that only her eyes could see appeared before her. The stream was filled with endless souls, floating through time and waiting to be reincarnated.

She delicately placed three souls within, flooding them with endless good karma. She was doing something completely Heaven Defying without batting a single eye, and yet the universe didn't dare to raise even a single word of complaint.

The bundles of her mother's, Amphorae's, and Laura's souls nestled in, reverting to the form of small babies wrapped in golden light as they bobbed along the stream of reincarnation.

Having finished her task, Luna smiled her final smile. "Goodbye," She said softly.

When Dyon heard these words, he finally woke up. "LUNA, NO!"

However, having heard this, Luna only smiled. In fact, she was incomparably happy that Dyon decided that he cared for her life in the end enough to put aside his anger and call out to her, but, she had already made her decision and Dyon no longer had the power to stop her.

With that final thought, Luna slipped of her own accord, closing her eyes as her body was enveloped in raging winds. In an instant, her petite body was shredded to pieces, not leaving even blood behind.

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844 Second Trial 163

In that moment, Dyon's father was appearing over the horizon. He was completely unharmed, but his aura was chaotic. It was clear that he had pushed himself as hard as he could to get here. However, he was much too late.

Although he could see Dyon, Dyon's cultivation was much too weak to notice him from so far away, especially with all of his cultivation sapped.

If Dyon did notice him though, he would be incomparably shocked, because this father of his in this supposed trial, looked exactly like his father from his modern times without a single change.

Unfortunately, or maybe by design of a mysterious entity, Dyon would never notice this, at least not yet. It simply wasn't the time for him to, not was it the time for him to comprehend it either. The only truth clear now was that Dyon's existence was one unfathomable even by the cosmos itself.

Dyon was filled with endless grief. Whether it be the death of Amphorae, or the death of Luna, or even the plight of the Angel Clan, they all caused a pang of distress in his heart. His resolve to become stronger had once again grown to unprecedented heights. In this life, he would never give up until he stood at the peak of everything…

Looking down at Amphorae's corpse, Dyon trembled as he lay her down. Leaning down, he kissed her withered forehead. "Sleep well," He said softly, "When next you wake up, I'll be by your side again…"

Dyon was about to find a method to bury her when he suddenly felt a strong pull on his body, a pull he had only felt after he passed the first trial.

Seeing this, Dyon could only look at this damned world listlessly. How could this be? The trial hadn't ended after Elder Conli died, but only did after Luna died? Could it be that no matter what he did, he would have to lose a wife? What kind of sick joke was this?!

Dyon roared into the skies unwilling, not even noticing when the Energy Core in his Inner World revolved wildly, soaking up Primordial Energy from the entire universe Planet Haven resided in. His energy cultivation talent was too poor to begin with, and now that he was in an enraged state, how could he have time to notice that the Energy Core was acting on its own?

Before Dyon could do much of anything, the Primordial Energy of the entire Planet Haven Universe was sucked completely dry. It was truly heaven defying considering the vastness of an entire Universe was something Dyon still couldn't comprehend.

However, the only person who noticed the change was Dyon's quickly approaching father. Although he felt pain when he saw the corpse of his daughter-in-law, Dyon's father still smiled when he saw his son's killing intent toward the Heavens.

"That's how a man should be," He said softly, watching his son disappear from sight, "This is the only way you'll be able to transcend the challenge you set for yourself that day…"

When Dyon's Father thought back to his son's plan, he couldn't help but shake his head. However, to face the coming enemies, only a plan this crazy could work. Only a man of that caliber could stand above the cosmos itself, looking down disdainfully at even the Heavens themselves!

He slowly flew forward, lifting up the corpse of Amphorae and bringing her to the Ancestral Tombs of the Angels. Although Planet Haven might implode at any time, the Angel Clan Tombs were held in another dimension, much like the Daiyu Clan's had been.

He diligently went through the proper rights, not skipping a single step, and burying his daughter-in-law with the highest of honors.

After he was finished, he directly brought the surviving Angel Clan members away. Many of them were heavily injured, but due to the barrier around the Angel Clan, more than 90% of their number would survive. As for those who had evacuated before the battle, their protection formation was even more robust. Despite being weaker, not a single one of them died. Although this was also because they were lucky enough to be a part of the three quarters of the Planet that survived.

Dyon's father directly killed the enemy dao formation experts that still remained. Unlike Elder Conli whose half-transcendence was practically a joke and clearly an empty realm, Dyon's father was on a complete other level. Despite unleashing far more power than Conli did, even in a rage, there wasn't the slightest ripple and the planet was completely undamaged.

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The Angel Clan settled in a new Universe, but could only watch as Dyon's father transcended. They would be on their own from now on, but the youngsters like Malichki remembered the legacy of their young king and felt endless gratitude toward their old king.

Unable to keep himself tethered to this world any longer, Dyon's father elevated to a new plane…

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On the top floor of the Epistemic Tower, a room that had been quiet for far too long rumbled to life.

Within that room stood exactly 119 statues.

On one side stood 117. 108 of whom were male, while 9 of them were female.

On the other side stood only 2 statues. One male. One female.

At that moment, the male statue vibrated violently, while the female statue that seemed to have had a sad expression finally had its mood lifted, becoming filled with joy in an instant.

Afterward, the room quietened as though nothing had happened… However… All 119 of them seemed to be waiting for something…

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During this time, if you guys want to find me, I'll be in my discord - https://discord.gg/xFejEcj

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If you join, you'll be able to read the chapters of a new novel I'll be working on during this coming week titled 'Rise. Rising. Risen'. For those wondering why I'm taking a hiatus from a well established novel to work on a new one, it's simply because I'm hoping to enter this new one into a competition. You don't have to worry, RMW will always come first until it ends!

Currently, there are already 9 chapters up for you guys to enjoy

Just as an added bonus, I plan on writing at least 4-5 chapters of RRR everyday during this coming week and, imo, the story is just as compelling if not better than RMW. This is to be expected, tho. RMW is my first novel and RRR is technically my third. I hope you guys swing by!

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846 Clara, Ri and Madeleine 1

Far outside of the Epistemic Tower, within a universe of peace and tranquility, an innumerable amount of craftsmen gathered. This was known, aptly, as The Sapientia Quadrant and was ranked 10th among all quadrants in existence.

This quadrant was truly a hub of knowledge. Every notable secondary profession in existence found its home here, but there was no doubt that the most central anchor of this quadrant was the Sapientia Tower where the grandest Library in existence was found.

Although this quadrant was only ranked tenth, it wasn't necessarily weaker than those ranked above it. In truth, aside from the top three quadrants, there wasn't a great difference between those ranked fourth through ninth, however, the tenth rank was special.

Unlike the other quadrants within those rankings, The Sapientia Quadrant didn't have to fight for its spot within the Epistemic Tower, instead, it was an unwritten rule that it would always remain there regardless of its martial prowess.

This may seem odd, but there was a good reason for it.

The Sapientia family was in quite a difficult situation. They were in the pursuit of knowledge, and thus avoided conflicts. In fact, even if a war occurred in a universe or on a planet where they housed one of their branches, they wouldn't interfere. This was the case even if one of their own was accidentally caught in the cross fire. Even in such a case, the matter would be brushed over.

Over the years, the Sapientia have slowly proved not only their worth, but also their sincerity. Being a family as ancient as those found in the top three quadrants, they've had plenty of time to prove their worth, and although some old foxes still keep a skeptic eye on them, for the most part, they're allowed to conduct the research they want to.

With this, though, also comes many unwritten rules. For example, when Connery Sapientia spoke out against Madeleine leaving the Sapientia family to aid Dyon in the war, he was speaking the truth. If a Sapientia could just leave their family, and join others, there was the risk of the Sapientia bringing undo heat to themselves. This was because some might think that the Sapientia were slowly infiltrating secular families in preparation for a big movement. For this reason, those who marry Sapientias are also tied to follow the rules of the Sapientias. Even further, if the Sapientia in question is from a high enough branch, their lover is forced to marry into the Sapientia family.

There were, of course, many other unwritten and written rules like this, however those were best saved for another time. The most important point here was that the Sapientia had struggles of their own, and many were bound to follow these rules forever.

So, what did this have to do with the perpetual tenth position they held? Well, often times in the martial world, the best way for geniuses to achieve great things was to fight for them. For example, the greatest chances in the cosmos were often found in the Epistemic Tower. However, within that tower, not only did you need to have enough talent to be recognized by your quadrant, and thus be allowed to enter, even once you entered the tower, the benefits inside would be limited unless you could then fight within it.

Why was this a problem? Well, as a family stout in its will to remain neutral, how could the Sapientia allow its geniuses to fight benefits?

The Sapientia had to remain neutral, but within that also meant it was necessary for them to not anger the future generation leaders of the various clans their branches would reside in. If this happened, tensions would rise, and eventually, the system they had spent so many years building up would crumble.

The ancestors of the Sapientia understood this very well, so they knew they needed a solution.

On one hand, they didn't want to draw rifts between their younger generation and that of other clans and sects. But, on the other hand, if they didn't allow their talent to fight for their own benefits, their clan would definitely decline.

No matter what kind of research one was doing, it was only possible to reach the highest levels once one truly understood the martial way and climbed to the top of it.

How could you research cultivation techniques without understanding them? How could you research weapons without being able to forge at the highest level? How could you tame the best beasts without having the power to force them to yield?

As such, the 99 quadrants and the Sapientia Quadrant came to an agreement. The other quadrants would allow the Sapientia's young geniuses to fight to their heart's content without any retaliation. However, during all of the most important competitions and most poignant Epistemic Tower events, the Sapientia would always accept the tenth position, never fighting for a higher position.

Of course, we aren't mentioning this quadrant for no reason at all. A person Dyon cares for very much happens to be in this very quadrant right now, counting the days until he returns to her.

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In fact, the older generation of this quadrant happen to be quite interested in her, not able to understand how such a mind could be found within a young woman of barely 20 years of age.

However, what this older generation didn't know was that this other worldly beauty hardly cared for their praise at all. In fact, if Dyon didn't exist in this universe, she might very well be the most arrogant person in existence.

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Within The Sapientia Quadrant, there weren't only the Sapientias. There were, in fact, many other family's who installed themselves within this quadrant in order to focus on their crafts. In fact, many of them gathered during this current meeting.

"Old Man Baker, that grin on your face hasn't faded for almost a year now. You old lecher, you're not doing anything indecent, are you?" An elder wearing robes red berated another wearing a silver robe who seemed to be absentmindedly smiling.

The one called Old Man Baker awoke from his thoughts, but didn't seem to disappointed. Instead, his grin grew more perfuse. "If you had a disciple as unquestionably spectacular as mine, you would be smiling all the time too. And for someone who visits Violet's Bloom Pavilion so often, you sure are quick to call others, lechers."

The red robed elder nearly choked on his tea, glaring at old man Baker for being so unbridled with his words. But, that only make the silver robed Old Man Baker laugh louder.

"Aiyah," Another elder chimed in, wearing golden robes, "For such a beautiful young lady to join your faction, the heavens must be blind."

Another silver robed elder, sitting behind Old Man Baker responded, clearly displeased. "What is that supposed to mean?"

The golden robed elder was actually a beautiful middle-aged woman who looked no more than 40 years old despite the fact the reality was far from that. In truth, for her to look even that old meant that she must have lived the majority of her current lifespan, or else she would look no older than 25.

However, because of her beauty and the clear brutish nature of the silver robed elder, she thought her meaning was quite clear and only giggled like a teenage girl instead of answering.

Old Man Baker harrumphed, "Who said that beauties can't join our Weapon's Master faction? Do you think they're all destined for your Magic's Master faction? Don't be ridiculous."

The golden robed elder sighed, "Just the idea of such a delicate girl spending all day in front of a burning furnace fills me with pain. She deserves better. With her soul talent, she could join almost any of us. How did you manage to snatch her up?"

Although energy control talent, and not soul talent, was necessary to join the Magic's Master faction, the golden robed elder's statement was still true. This beauty could have joined almost anyone, but it was especially rare for women to join the Weapon's Master faction. In fact, it was almost an oddity for it to occur.

Usually, the women who joined the silver robed, or Weapon's Master faction, were women born with what the golden robed elder looked at as cursed constitutions. The truth was that they weren't really cursed, they just forced the delicate female body into a giantess state where they had much more muscle mass than the typical woman. However, to the golden robed elder, this was definitely a type of curse.

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Hearing the question, Old Man Baker grinned, "She came to me, saying that she wanted to become the greatest weapon's craftswoman in existence, how could I refuse?"

An azure robed elder snorted. "You old codger. Don't bullshit us. A young woman with a peak grade innate soul wanted to become a Weapon's Master? Ridiculous."

Old Man Baker shrugged, "Whether you believe me or not isn't my problem. You should have a few understandings of how arrogant she is, you think she'd allow me to manipulate her into a decision?" By the end, he sounded almost bitter.

The azure robed elder had an ugly expression on his face. He had indeed seen the overbearing side of this young woman.

It didn't take long for everyone to realize the talent of this young lady. In fact, it had only taken a few weeks because she kept breaking records time and time again. She was already a grade 12 Grandmaster Weapon's Master, it defied all logic for someone so young to reach such a level. All of her peers were at least a few hundred years old, but she wasn't even 20 yet!

If it wasn't for the fact their factions had methods to confirm soul age, they would assume that some shameless old fox had taken over the body of that young beauty.

Maybe the most shocking part was that when she got here, she was only a master grade weapon's master. Such improvement made no sense at all!

That aside, when rumors of this young woman spread, countless elders flooded the weapon's pavilion to try and take her as a disciple. This was because things worked differently in The Sapientia Quadrant.

Every faction was divided by robe color. Red robes signified Formation masters, Golden robes were magic's masters, azure robes were alchemy masters, silver robes were weapon's masters, so on and so forth.

However, there was a special robe reserved for geniuses. These geniuses had such talent as craftsmen that it was a shame for them to box themselves into only a single discipline. These geniuses often learned two disciplines at once, some of the more overwhelming ones learned three! For them, white robes were reserved.

Obviously taking this tradition of geniuses into account, the elders were eager to have the young lady join their factions. However, they knew they had to be quick because even the greatest genius in their history could only learn three disciplines at once.

But… The ending was something none of them could imagine. The young lady rejected them all!

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Seeing that the young lady had no intention of joining any of them, many of the elders left dejected. However, azure robed elders, or alchemists, were very much known for their overbearing arrogance.

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No one knew why this was, honestly speaking. Many thought that it was because improvement in cultivation relied heavily on pills. However, other factions were also highly important. Who didn't need weapons? Or formations? In fact, magic and runic veins, in particular situations, could be even more useful than alchemy. So, in truth, that answer was just a band-aid and couldn't possibly be the entire truth.

The true answer laid in the constitution necessary to become an alchemist. Although weapon's masters and formation masters required the amount of soul talent, they were still seen as professions easier than being an alchemist.

If a weapon's master messed up a piece of equipment, it could be re-forged. For a formation master, it was even more straight forward because the only thing they lost was their own stamina. However, if an alchemist failed, they might even lose millions of energy stones worth of materials.

Such severe losses, faced constantly, would cause many to become dejected. In the end, only the most arrogant and self-believing people could follow the path of alchemy to the end.

In addition, if you weren't a peak talent, one wouldn't even consider alchemy. This was because the cost was too great. If you took too many attempts to understand something, you would end up bankrupting your guild and your master, and in the end, yourself. And, which peak talent wasn't arrogant beyond belief?

With all of these factors accumulating over millions of years, it ended up that only the most self-believing and arrogant individuals rose to the top of alchemy, resulting in the feeling of superiority disseminating to the younger disciples, causing even those that weren't necessarily arrogant by nature to start being affected by the "air".

That aside, it was clear that the azure robed elder wasn't happy with the young lady's rejection, especially since he had actually lowered himself to go personally, something he thought no junior deserved.

Well, the truth was he sent his disciple first… Okay, maybe he sent a servant first, then his disciple, and then he was forced to go personally, unwilling to miss out on such a disciple.

However, by the time he got there personally, the young lady had somehow already been infuriated. When he asked his disciple what had happened, he feigned ignorance. But, after some discreet inquiries, he found out that the stupid boy had actually made a pass at the young lady, claiming that since he was a first grade comet alchemist, he could take care of her.

What none of them knew until that point was that the young lady was supposedly already married and had a husband that could quote "run circles around your pitiful alchemy".

At first, everyone found such a statement to be ridiculous. After all, his disciple was a once in a hundred year genius, and although he wasn't a peak grade innate soul talent, his innate soul was still at the second stage! So, completely enraged, the young lady challenged his disciple to an alchemy duel for the honor of this supposed husband of hers.

Of course, the elders were delighted by this challenge.

For one, they all thought that she would lose. After all, at that time, her soul had only been at the 6th stage, while his disciple's was at the 8th. This wasn't because of talent, but rather because his disciple was almost a thousand years old. Regardless, they thought that this would be a win.

Secondly, they were dissatisfied that such a genius had already given herself to another. Although marriage alliances were quite useless within The Sapientia Quadrant, who would like the idea of their goddess of a disciple marrying a mere mortal? So, they wanted to broaden her horizons, and show her what a true genius could do.

However, they were in for a rude awakening.

In order to be fair, they were both tasked with creating a master level pill.

When his disciple created one with 87% purity, they thought it was over. In fact, many more sympathetic elders implored her to stop pill-making as there was no point to continue. This was because such a purity level was usually only possible when one had become a comet level alchemist, those still at the master or grandmaster level would mostly be capped at the 60-70% level, and those would be geniuses among geniuses.

From what they knew, this girl was only focused on weapon's forging, the fact she knew any alchemy at all was already impressive, she didn't need to continue to push herself for a husband that likely didn't deserve her.

But, they had all forgotten one thing. With how overbearing this young woman was, with how absolutely arrogant and domineering she was, even in the face of them as elders, how could her husband possibly be normal? What kind of man did it take to subdue such an arrogant woman?

Once the young woman's delicate hand slapped the her cauldron, and the pill popped out, they all thought she had failed. They couldn't smell any scent from the pill at all, and could only sigh and try to console her.

But, that was when the arrogant young lady looked at them as though they were stupid and everyone focused their attention on the trembling young man that was her opponent.

She leisurely tossed the pill to him and walked back to weapon's pavilion, leaving behind only these words. "My husband is the man who taught to me create pills, you aren't even worth the bottom of his shoes."

When everyone turned their attention to the pill, they all trembled in shock. It was actually a pill with 100% purity!

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After that event, no one dared to bother the young lady about her choice in husband anymore. Even though many thought she might be lying, after all, how could such an alchemy talent fly under their radar, they chose to let it be. With the young lady's talent, they simply didn't have the right to question her decisions, and clearly, even if she was lying, this romance of hers hadn't affected her focus on her craft at all, so they didn't have any right to complain.

That said, many thought she just made up this husband of hers entirely. It wasn't rare for young women, especially as beautiful as she was, to be harassed constantly by young masters who saw themselves as more important that the heavens themselves. Maybe she thought this imaginary husband of hers would alleviate some of the pressure on her.

However, after that day, those young geniuses itching to prove themselves to the beauty didn't even get an opportunity. In fact, she spent all of her time forging, hardly resting at all. That was, until yesterday, when she came to a her master with the very idea that caused this meeting of theirs.

Old Man Baker laughed uproariously, thinking about the day the azure robed elder's disciple got slapped so resoundingly.

"That's enough." A green robed elder spoke out. "I hope you called us all here for more reasons than to just brag about your disciple."

Unlike the other elders, this elder hardly cared about this young genius. That was because he was a runic vein master. Considering that truth, high soul talent was useless to him. In fact, those with high soul talent were usually the least talented in his faction.

Hearing this, all of the surrounding elders agreed, and looked toward the silver robed Old Man Baker. However, they instead found him looking at the elder that headed them all, wearing white robes. He looked particularly handsome and had piercing golden eyes.

This meeting of elders was one that could only be called by the heads of the various factions, and they were limited to only a single one per century. For Old Man Baker to use his privilege, one could understand that it was highly important to him. But, the fact he looked toward the current Sapientia Clan head made them realize that this was even more serious than they thought.

The truth was that this wasn't the true Sapientia Clan head, but one appointed to look over these meetings. However, his authority was absolute. After all, this quadrant was owned by Sapientia and it was a holy land for craftsmen like them. If they remained in their own individual clans, they would be treated extremely well, but they would never be able to progress. That was because this was the hub of knowledge, resources, and wealth, here they could take five steps for the energy it would to take one elsewhere.

The handsome Sapientia smiled as everyone's attention turned to him. "Elder Baker's disciple is truly a genius among geniuses." He sighed. "If she wasn't already married, I would have invited her to choose among our Sapientia Clan geniuses to join our family."

Hearing such words of praise, the surrounding elders couldn't help be shocked.

To the outside world, the Sapientia were magnanimous, especially in comparison to the other ancient clans. However, here, they were seen completely differently. They were the overlords of this quadrant.

While it was relatively simple to join branch clans of the Sapientia family, joining their main family was completely unheard of. For this Sapientia head to suggest such a thing… This meeting was about something bigger than any of them could even imagine.

However, when they heard him mention the young lady's marital status, they couldn't help but have odd gazes on their features.

They knew that this Sapientia Head didn't actually care about the young lady's marriage. What he cared about was the fact their Sapientia family actually knew nothing of her. Nothing angered the Sapientia family more than when they didn't know or understand something. For such a genius to appear out of nowhere, they couldn't stand not understanding her origins.

It would have been one thing if she was from the top three quadrants, after all, those were the only quadrants without Sapientia family branches, but all those who came from those three quadrants had very easily identifiable bloodlines that would be very difficult to hide.

That said, it seemed that this young woman had somehow contributed something that made the Sapientia completely forget their hate for her.

"I won't hold you all in suspense." The Sapientia head continued. "As you know, Elder Baker's disciple has been in seclusion for almost a year now. After her contest with Elder Mist's disciple, she has hardly appeared. However, it seems that that's because she's been working on something that will benefit my Sapientia family greatly. In fact, if her invention works as advertised, her contributions to my Sapientia family will rival even our highest ranking elders."

The eyes of the elders widened, before they all inadvertently turned their gazes toward Elder Baker. But, all they found was a grin so wide that his cheeks threatened to rip apart.

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However, they all couldn't help but feel that this had to be some sort of exaggeration. Maybe the Sapientia Head was only saying these things to pull the young lady into his family?

"Trust me." The Sapientia Head continued, seemingly reading their thoughts. "If it wasn't at least this important, I wouldn't call you all here." Smiling, the elder continued. "Let me introduce to you the invention that will lead us into a new age: The Internet."

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Within the weapon's pavilion of The Sapientia Quadrant, in a luxurious forging room decked out with the most pristine equipment, shining in golds and silvers, sat a young lady with beauty beyond words.

She had long flowing black hair, shining with health. Her skin was flawless, a beautiful caramel that looked almost like sweet honey. Her eyes were cold and piercing, such a pale shade of blue that they were often mistaken for grey.

Currently, she wore a silver robed that only barely hid her immaculate figure. If anything, the subtle ripples in the wind that caused it to wrap around her large chest made her all the more enticing.

As of now, her silver robes had a total of 12 golden bands on her baggy sleeves, 6 for each arm, representing a grade 12 grandmaster. For this robe to be on a lady so young, it was truly unprecedented!

Black bands were for the common level, bronze was for the practitioner level, silver was for the master level, while gold was for the grandmaster level. There was truly no questioning this young lady's talent.

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However, if it was Dyon that heard stories bout this lady, he was die of laughter. And if he was in this very room, he was only man in existence she would allow to wrap his arms around her. In fact, she was longing for such a thing right now.

This young lady, was, after all, someone who saw Dyon as her one love in life. Clara Sacharro!

Suddenly Clara sighed, looking around the room with a look of loss in her eyes. 'I've finished our plan so early on, but how are you doing?'

Almost two years ago now, Dyon had set in motion a few plans to make their future smoother. One of those plans was to make use of the Sapientia family.

While the Sapientia Family didn't like the idea of not knowing something, Dyon hated the idea of a single family controlling all of the information in the world. In fact, it disgusted him. The Sapientia family simply had too much power.

The truth was that anyone intelligent understood this, only those who were naïve thought that the Sapientia controlling everything was for the good of everyone. In truth, Dyon couldn't blame them too much. The fact of the matter was that the Sapientia played their role as the 'innocent scholar', too well. However, Dyon didn't buy it.

In typical Dyon fashion, he had more than just a simple feeling to go off of. In fact, his proof was his very own universe.

Many years ago, an unprecedented war shook the Celestial Deer Quadrant, causing their position as number one quadrant to come tumbling down. As a result of this war, supposedly, the information about their quadrant's Epistemic Tower was completely lost.

On the surface, this made complete sense. Since all the high tier clans of their quadrant were wiped out, and the lower tier clans didn't have the prestige to know about the Epistemic Tower, it was only right that it was completely forgotten.

However, there was one massive problem with this… What about the Sapientia Family? Could it be possible that even they didn't know where the Epistemic Tower of their quadrant was located?

Since the Sapientia aren't allowed to participate in wars, they should have survived the confrontation by being neutral. And, even if they were completely wiped out anyway, all Sapientia branches were connected. Something as important as the location of the Epistemic Tower would most definitely be shared, without a doubt.

One might wonder at this point if it was possible that the Sapientia were never a part their quadrant until after the demise of the Celestial Deer Sect. After all, the top three quadrants refused to allow the Sapientia entry, and technically, the Celestial Deer Sect was also an ancient clan of their level, especially considering they used to be ranked first.

However, even if that was the case, the Sapientia would most definitely have information on the location of the Epistemic Tower. The reason was simple: the location of every Epistemic Tower was, without fail, the location of the main clan of a quadrant. This was the type of information the Sapientia would know without a doubt!

As if to prove this point even further, despite not being in the top three quadrants, The Sapientia knew their main clan locations, and thus also knew the locations of their Epistemic Tower.

So, the question was, why would the Sapientia ignore the fact they knew this information?

Because of this, Dyon simply didn't trust them. From the day he entered the Focus Academy library and met Libro, he had had a terrible feeling about this Sapientia family. And, the fact that Connery Sapientia pissed him off definitely didn't help.

But, maybe what completely assured him that he shouldn't trust the Sapientia was the face that when Madeleine earned Amethyst's faith seed, Amethyst took it upon herself to destroy Madeleine's glasses. That in and of itself might not have meant much, but not only were Madeleine's necklace and spatial rings completely fine, the Sapientia family bloodline that made her eyes gold was completely burned away, turning her hair purple and her eyes violet.

'I guess since I'm done here, I have a bit more freedom and can go visit them.' Clara smiled. If anyone of the weapon's pavilion saw this, they would surely think they were dreaming.

Just as Clara was lost in her thoughts, a petite apprentice suddenly rushed in. She looked only about 16 years old, but the truth was that she was older than Clara by a few decades.

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"Clara! Clara!" The petite apprentice rushed in. She wore golden robes, unlike Clara's silver ones, and had two golden stripes outlined in black to make them clear. Clearly, despite her appearance, this young lady was actually quite the Magic's Master prodigy, being only a few decades old, yet already a second stage grandmaster.

Clara smiled lightly, although it was colder than her previous smile, it was still something very few people here got to see. "Don't run around like that May, or else people will really mistake you for a little girl. If that happens, the only men you'll attract are perverted lolicons."

May pouted, but since she was already used to Clara's foul mouth, she quickly forgot it.

Seeing May bubble over despite her words, Clara could only shake her head. At that moment, she couldn't help but remember Penelope, her long time friend from the mortal realm. Thinking of this filled Clara with sadness, and her cold eyes grew even colder. It hurt every time she realized she would never hear Penelope's voice again.

When May saw this, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly. She knew that Clara was hiding a deep pain within her, but since she wasn't willing to talk about it, May didn't press the issue. Instead, she decided to bring some exciting news, maybe it would take Clara's mind off of whatever she was worrying about.

"Not all of us can have a holy man as a husband like Big Sister Clara."

A genuine smile spread across Clara's lips as a subtle sheen of pride glowed in Clara's eyes. Although May might act naïve, she was actually quite sharp and had many years of wisdom under her belt. Because of this, she was one of the few people sure that Clara wasn't lying about having a husband, because those reactions of hers couldn't be faked at all. There was too much genuine love in her eyes whenever her husband was mentioned.

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What Clara didn't understand was just who this young man was. Maybe a year ago, when Clara came here, May might have thought she was just a frog at the bottom of a well who didn't know what a true genius looked like, but after so many months had passed, by now, Clara had seen too many geniuses.

Despite being in seclusion, Clara had the obligation to complete tasks for her pavilion in order to keep her status. Because so many rumors of her beauty had spread, often times, the young men of particular prestigious families would request her to create weapons for them.

It was actually quite ridiculous if you thought about it. But, they did so anyway in hopes of maybe gaining Clara's favor. May had already lost count of how many spectacular acts had been put on in front of Clara in order to gain her attention, yet she never showed the slightest bit of interest. In fact, after all this time, the love in her eyes for her husband had only grown. It was truly baffling to May.

May simply didn't believe that such an outstanding man could remain so unknown, so by this point, she just assumed that Clara's husband was an already well-established genius and that they just hadn't made their marriage public yet. There was simply no other explanation.

Clara finally snapped out of her stupor and waved her hand, "Did something important happen? Why are you so excited?"

Suddenly remembering her purpose, May happily jumped up and down, "It happened again! If I can't marry that Demon Sage Dyon Sacharro in my lifetime, I swear I'll stay single forever!"

Clara burst into a fit of laughter, hearing her husband so fiercely praised by someone else filled her with pride. But, she was also confused. It had only been a day since the last piece of information about Dyon was given to her by May. If Clara remembered correctly, the second trial was one about survival. Knowing Dyon's intelligence, she expected it to be at least another decade before she heard anything, which was why she was so depressed about everything.

Because of the nature of the second trial, time flow within it was different, at practically 10 to 1. The record for survival, currently, was 97 years, 244 days, 14 hours, 48 mins, and 13 seconds. That was about a decade of time… So, what did it mean for there to be information about Dyon in a day? No, in fact, it was less than a day. What was going on?

Seeing Clara's confusion, May only got more excited, but she then stifled it. "I know that your chest is bigger than mine, but you definitely can't fight me for my Dyon!" May said sternly. "I call dibs!"

Clara giggled, but she still nodded. "Okay, Okay, tell me what happened. I wasn't here all day because I was in a meeting with master."

"Remember your promise!" May said, clearly feeling good about herself. "If you can believe it, he only spent a day inside of the second trial, yet his name was still placed first!"

A look of disbelief spread across Clara's features.

"But?... What was the time by his name then?"

May clapped happily, "There was no time at all! For the first time in the history of the second trial, it was cleared completely. This Demon Sage Dyon Sacharro is a God amongst men!"

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852 Clara, Ri and Madeleine 7

Just as Clara was in shock, the news reverberated around the cosmos, causing even quadrants within the top ten to begin to take this Dyon Sacharro seriously.

After a single top 1 finish, although it was shocking, especially considering the margin of victory, displacements of the first place on one ranking were rare, but not to the point of being completely shocking.

Every so often, there would be a genius who excelled in one particular facet of cultivation, and was thus highly suited to passing a given trial. As such, they might do well on one ranking, but not even place in another. It was only true geniuses that placed well on at least three rankings… As for those that placed first one multiple… It had never occurred before in the history of the Epistemic Towers!

Even then, maybe it would be acceptable if the margin of victory was within reason, but in both cases, Dyon completely obliterated the record!

On the first ranking, he was the first to gain a "perfect" completion, with referred to finishing in ten years or less. Yet, Dyon did it in less than two!

On the second ranking, he completed a trial no one had ever completed before! Maybe others had come close, but even then, it took them decades within the second trial world to do so. Yet, Dyon had done what they couldn't do in 7 days!

Even worse, if those who took the trial remembered correctly, the 7th day was the day the opposing army attacked. Which means Dyon waited for them to attack, before annihilating them in a single day! What kind of ridiculous concept was that?!

If all of this wasn't shocking enough, this young man wasn't from any of the top ten quadrants. In fact, he was from the quadrant that had been ranked at the very bottom for the last several thousand years!

They normally wouldn't know this, but it was too obvious by now. Every time Dyon's name shot up a ranking, the Celestial Deer Quadrant also shot up the rankings.

Before, it had gone from number 100 to 81. But now, it directly went to the 67th spot.

What all of these people didn't know was that over the next few years, it would continue to climb to ridiculous levels. This was because the Demon Generals were still taking their own trials! In addition, Ri, Madeleine and Clara had yet to take theirs.

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Within the Epistemic Tower inner world, on the peak saint floor, there was a Palace bathed in white snow and made of pearls stood tall. Its white gates almost blinded those who looked upon them, while its ice sculptures had a certain dignified elegance to them that made the space otherworldly.

This was the domain of the Snow Family young geniuses, members of the Kitsune Clan, and from the 30th ranked quadrant. It also happened to be the place with Alexandria Sacharro was currently residing.

Much like many weaker quadrants, the 30th ranked quadrant wasn't monopolized and was thus shared by two power-house clans. The Kitsune Clan and the Shruti Clan. They had been enemies of many years, but they still cooperated on occasion when it came to the safety of their quadrant as a whole. This was because if the didn't work together, they wouldn't have the power a 30th ranked quadrant should have.

That said, if only the Kitsune Clan was taken into account, they would still have the power of a quadrant ranked around the 40s to 50s. This was because as you shot up the rankings, the strengths of them would grow exponentially. This was why although Dyon's first, first place finish shot him up 19 places, his second, first place finish only shot his quadrant up 14.

Within a room of the Palace sat an otherworldly beauty wearing robes of white. Her blue-silver hair lay gently down her back, but her eyes were covered in an opaque visor. Despite the blocking of her eyes, everything from the delicate curve of her lips, to the adorable point of her nose, and the slender slant of her cheeks, reached the utmost perfection.

Behind her, ten tails radiating a pure white aura lay quietly, only subtly moving occasionally and Ri sat in meditation.

Suddenly, a necklace on her neck glowed. It was subtle, but Ri could clearly feel it. After a moment, the one tranquil Ri smiled brightly before it vanished and she returned to her meditation, the fierceness in her hidden eyes growing.

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Much like her two sworn sisters, Madeleine Sacharro had set off on her own adventure as well, entering the 4th ranked Quadrant and joining the Flaming Lily Sect.

This quadrant was one known for its fire cultivation and it was rumored that the Golden origin flame was also somewhere hidden within its realms. This was the very same flame that the Aumen family of Dyon's universe hoped they would one day find, but that was a story for another time.

Because of the nature of Ri and Clara's missions, they knew it was smarter for no one to know that they were the wives of Dyon as that would only be detrimental. Although they both made it clear they had a husband, they didn't give any more information other than that. However, Madeleine's goal was slightly different, as such, from the very beginning, she made it clear that her name was Madeleine Sacharro.

As expected, this filled the Flaming Lily Sect with great excitement.

At first, that last name didn't mean much to them. However, after yesterday, when Dyon's name resounded through the quadrants, many of the elders convened with Madeleine to find out if they were connected. When they found out that Dyon was actually Madeleine's husband, their moods soared!

This was truly the chance for their Flaming Lily Sect to rise.

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853 Clara, Ri and Madeleine 8

In truth, the Flaming Lily Sect was a women's only sect. So, many of their best disciples remained unmarried. However, this wasn't a rule, it was just how things happened to occur.

Because the disciples of the Flaming Lily Sect were so talented, obviously, considering they could hold their own in the 4th ranked quadrant, it was often difficult for men to impress them. This was because even if a man was more powerful than you were, or even more talented, that didn't mean they could capture your heart. As a result, the ladies of the Flaming Lily Sect had an ingrown arrogance that made them turn their noses up at men.

However, it wasn't all of them that were like this. Almost hilariously, there was a steep divide that split the Sect into two even factions. One side refused to marry, while the other side had entire reverse harems of men. It was truly a funny twist.

Luckily, unlike those disgusting Ice Sects which forced women to seal off their emotions, a fire based sect like theirs did no such thing, allowing their women to be free as long as they helped the sect in their times of need.

This was why Dyon chose this sect for Madeleine after going through ridiculous amounts of information provided by his grand teacher. Not only would Madeleine be welcomed with open arms because of her Amethyst faith seed, their relationship wouldn't be barred. Dyon did this because he knew if he had one other bullshit clan try to stop him from seeing his Madeleine, he might rage to the point of even uprooting that clan's innocents.

That aside, despite being a female only sect, its members having powerful male counterparts was very good for them. This was because there was heavy competition within the 4th quadrant. In fact, there were exactly 4 Emperor God Sects within their quadrant, splitting their 100 universes into even shares of 25. As such, many were vying for the upper hand constantly.

In times of struggle, the Flaming Lily Sect relied on the powerful husbands of its members to maintain its position.

In truth, it wasn't that they didn't want to admit men into their sect, but rather that their legacies were tailored to the female body. If men practiced it, not only would it be slow, it would be detrimental to their vitality.

After understanding all of this, and knowing that they weren't just a bunch of men hating, closet nymphomaniacs, Dyon felt much better about sending his first love there. At least there, she could grow stronger in peace while also subtly laying the floor for his plans.

At the moment, though, Madeleine wasn't thinking about any of this. Instead, she was beaming as the women around her praised her husband incessantly.

"Aiyah, Madeleine, where did you find this one. I can't believe the both of you came from that pitiful quadrant."

"He's definitely one man I'd consider joining the harem of. If an angel like Junior Sister Madeleine can fall for him, he has to be a good guy."

Currently, Madeleine was wearing a long red dress that was exceptionally tight around her chest, torso, and waist, but through to her legs and arms, it flared out with an elegant unreservedness that made it look exactly like a mage's gown. Coupled with her violet hair and eyes, she gave off the feeling of a woman who had descended from the skies to bless the world with her beauty. In fact, even with women of the Flaming Lily Sect found themselves getting lost in Madeleine's plump bottom and outrageously proportioned chest and hips.

That aside, Madeleine only listened without responding. She could only imagine how shameless Dyon would be acting if he were here right now. He might actually directly take them all as concubines.

Thinking about it, Madeleine couldn't help but giggle. But, she was also worried on the inside. She knew how difficult God level trials were from asking around about them. The fact Dyon was placing first didn't necessary mean he was having an easy time. In fact, he might be in a lot of pain right now…

Maybe the only reason she hadn't gone to take the King trials yet was because she was still so worried about Dyon. But, she knew she would have to put that fear down soon, or else when Dyon came out, she wouldn't be there to greet him. She would hate that even more than what she was feeling now.

"Ugh, maybe I should just divorce my harem of men. They're all so useless." Another lady chimed in. However, if her harem were to hear her words, they would probably cry themselves to death. Remembering all the trials they had to pass to join this core disciple's harem, they were sure that they were in the top percentile of men in all of existence, and now they had somehow become useless. It was much too shameful.

"You're all saying such unimportant things," Another lady chimed in, sliding beside Madeleine and happily groping her chest, "Tell us Little Maddy, how good is he in bed?"

Madeleine's beaming mood suddenly became one rife with embarrassment. Her cheeks flushed a deeper red than even her dress as she ran away, completely ignoring the chorus of giggles around her as she escaped.

Madeleine disappeared in a flash of violet flames, appearing behind a door and tapping her large chest as she caught her breath. She smiled lightly before lightly touching the necklace around her neck.

'Are you doing okay, Dyon? I hope you are?' Madeleine spoke softly to herself, but something inside her was telling her that Dyon was in more pain right now than she could imagine.

In fact, Madeleine was perfectly right. After Dyon completed the second trial, he realized that all of his worries had come to reality… His feelings for Luna and Amphorae hadn't disappeared at all…

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Although his grand teacher tried to speak to him, Dyon didn't say a word. He didn't even look at the treasures he had earned, he only directly entered the third trial with his body still as injured as it had been on Planet Haven.

Usually, trial takers would be allowed months of rest, even years if they so chose, in between trials. However, this was the second time now that Dyon had completely ignored such a provision…

The problem was that with his body as it was now, even Dyon's grand teacher, who saw Dyon's heaven defying means in the second trial, had no confidence in his grand disciple even surviving the third, let alone passing it…

Dyon's state of mind had truly put him in a world of danger this time…

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854 Second Ranked Quadrant 1

Dyon entered a world of red.

The ground was an odd sand-clay mix that crunched, yet also softened, beneath his feet. The sky was a palette of violets and maroons, shifting with eerie grey clouds.

There wasn't a single landmark in sight, whether it be trees or mountain or valleys, there were none of them. It was a completely flat land filled with a heavy aura of murder.

The air itself was dense and hard to breathe in. It had such a heat and humidity to it that a mortal would question whether it had any oxygen content at all.

Almost fittingly, the heat was blistering. However, it didn't seem to be the kind that gave an advantage to fire will experts because the root of this heat wasn't fire at all, but rather the blood and rage that hung in the air.

If one were to attach a temperature to this world, it would be a few thousand degrees at the very least. However, the way that the temperature was decided was what truly made this world sinister.

Every material in the world had a boiling point, even the human body. A mortal's resistance to high temperatures would, obviously, be much lower than that of a martial warrior. But, this world purposefully set its temperatures to border the boiling point of anyone who entered, immediately forcing those who entered to be forced to constantly protect themselves, lest they want to die a horrible death.

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However, Dyon didn't seem to realize that his skin was searing and blistering. Even his eyes seemed to melt in the overwhelming heat, yet he didn't flinch at all.

At this point, Dyon's skin was still unhealthily thin, and many of his inner organs still weren't completely healed. The fact he was even standing at this point was a testament to the strength of his will and his body.

It wasn't that Dyon had lost all of his reason. In fact, he was likely thinking more clearly than he ever had in his life. It was just that he didn't have it in him to take it easy on himself any longer. He was racked with such guilt and inferiority that even something as simple and instinctive as protecting himself was a foreign concept to him.

In that moment, without Dyon's consent, the primordial energy within Dyon's Inner World began escaping and seeping into his body, causing his melting skin and eyes to heal. Even as this was happening, the temperature of the third trial once again increased, perfectly matching the increased strength of Dyon's body. It was incremental, but it definitely didn't escape Dyon's sharp senses.

Suddenly, a rack of weapons appeared, extending tens of miles in either direction before Dyon.

Each weapon was a disgust brown and black color that almost made them look dirty and rusted.

The rack itself held weapons of all kinds and of all sizes. It was clear that the first step of this trial was to choose a weapon.

Dyon looked around. Truth be told, he didn't feel like choosing a weapon, but it also seemed he couldn't move on until he did. So, he simply chose the first weapon he saw since he knew well that to a wielder of the only weapon's type supreme law in existence, any weapon would feel exceedingly comfortable to him.

Picking out a random great sword of about 7 feet long and almost 3 feet wide, with a thick and dull blade, and a handle that was half his height, Dyon swung it about without any true rhyme of reason as the racks disappeared. It was shorter and much less domineering than the Ahpuch clan treasure, but unfortunately, Dyon couldn't use his own weapons in this trial either, or else he would have called out the Dragon King.

Dyon closed his eyes, seemingly disappearing into the landscape. However, his mind was filled with an uncontrollable anger.

A moment later, the sounds of large footsteps approaching Dyon reverberated throughout the once calm and quiet world.

When Dyon opened his eyes to see what it was, they couldn't help but narrow.

A large, metal armored rhinoceros was approaching him. But, although it looked intimidating, with Dyon's perception, he could see that its battle prowess was only at the 4th or 5th foundation stage level. Was this supposed to be a trial? Or was it supposed to be a joke?

That was when Dyon noticed something he was almost ashamed to have not noticed before. The aura in this world didn't only have the function of being overwhelming hot, it also locked away energy cultivation. Truth be told, Dyon couldn't be blamed for not noticing, after all, his own cultivation had been locked away long ago, so he was very much used to it.

The other thing Dyon noticed was that his glaive felt exceptionally heavy in his hands, but it only weighed about 50 or so jin. That kind of weight should have been nothing more than a joke to him. It would have had to be at least ten thousand times that weight before he even began to feel uncomfortable. That only meant one thing: although his body cultivation wasn't sealed, it was heavily suppressed. Yet, somehow, it retained a certain level of its original toughness, or else he would have never been able to handle this level of heat, it was truly odd.

One thing was clear though. Clearly they wanted Dyon to fight this rhino with the strength of a mere foundation stage expert.

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855 Second Ranked Quadrant 2

What Dyon didn't know, was that in the outside world, people were breathing sighs of relief. To them, while the first two trials mostly relied on one's intelligence, the third trial was entirely based on fighting prowess and battle sense.

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Martial world beasts were always stronger than humans of their cultivation levels because their bodies were so strong and their defenses were near impenetrable to those around their level. So, while many were shocked about Dyon's performance in the first two trials, they expected him to have mediocre results for the third and fourth trials – this was because a mediocre result in the third trial guaranteed a poor result in the fourth because they were connected. The fifth trial however… Many preferred not to think about it due to the shivers of cold that sped up their spines when they did.

That said, no one believed that a genius like Dyon would die in the trials. No matter how biased they were toward their own clans and their own selves, they weren't stupid. Anyone who could place first in any trial was a genius among geniuses, they wouldn't die in a trial. So, everyone could hardly wait for the day this Demon Sage Dyon Sacharro stepped out of the 5th trial.

Those geniuses he had bumped down the rankings had their battle intent firing and as such, they cultivated harder than ever before, while spectators couldn't help but look on excitedly. It had been too long since a new contender stepped into this little game so they couldn't help but look forward to the future.

The truth was that all of the geniuses were already hundreds of years old, yet they were all still saints. This wasn't their fault, but rather because they had all spent centuries within their trials and only came out recently.

Although the trials provided ridiculous amounts of benefits, often times, geniuses couldn't make full use of them until they exited. This was why those geniuses seemed old, when in reality, they had cultivated for roughly the same time as Dyon.

The problem they were facing now, though, truly troubled them. This was because Dyon had taken the two trials that should have taken the longest, and blazed through them. Many took centuries to complete the first trial, while although time was accelerated in the second trial, one's soul age still increased at the same pace, meaning those who spent decades in the second trial, still aged by decades.

This meant that there was a good possibility that Dyon would exit the trials, barely 30 years old, while they would be hundreds of years older than him. It truly pissed them off when they thought about it, making them train even harder.

That said, the third, fourth and fifth trials were also meant to take a long time. However, unlike the first that relied on you finishing as quickly as possible, those last three trials actually relied on you lasting as long as possible. This was true of the second trial as well, until Dyon obliterated that notion.

The reason that the geniuses didn't think Dyon would spend long in those trials despite the rewards being larger the more time you spent within them, was the same reason as before. How could one person possibly be good at everything?

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Dyon looked at the rhino that was approaching him.

It actually wasn't too large, only about 2 to 3 meters in length and about another 2 meters tall. The intimidating part about it was its large metallic horn that was half a meter long itself. Other than that, it also had large metal sheets coating its body, but it seemed that those metal sheets weren't worn armor, but rather an actual part of the beast.

This size was about normal for a martial world beast. Because of the nature of Dyon's universe and how all of its vitality was being stolen by the entity at its center, although Dyon didn't know it, it was difficult for it to produce martial beasts. In fact, the only martial beasts Dyon had heard of were the deer that lived on the Focus Academy crescent island. But even then, he had never seen them.

Also, Dyon knew that the Elvin Kingdom's forest had many martial beasts within it, and their presence was actually part of the trial for Focus Academy, but he was lucky enough to have never run into them. Well, he technically had when he saved his little sister Lyla from the Grimbold family scum, because at the time that red-headed fool was riding a crystal toothed tiger, but he had scared them away fairly easily.

That said, the only reason the crystal toothed tiger was so easily intimidated was because it had become a domesticated pet, and thus lost much of its fighting ability and edge. This rhino before Dyon, was clearly different. It radiated killing intent, in fact, its stomps were clearly meant to intimidate Dyon.

By now, Dyon was tired of waiting for this rhino to close the distance, it was still hundreds of meters away, but insisted on stomping over slowly as though it was sure that Dyon was too scared to move.

Dyon flashed forward, appearing before the metallic rhino and swinging his rusted great sword toward its shining horn without reservation. Dyon didn't care about looking for its weak point, he just wanted to crush the rhino before him.

His Presence erupted, causing the once enraged rhino to collapse to the ground, shivering in fear.

The sudden movement caused Dyon to miss his initial target, but he didn't seem to care. His sword violently smashed against the forehead of the shivering rhino, causing a dent of massive proportions to appear on the metal plate protecting its forehead.

For a moment, there was no blood at all except for the eruptions of skin on Dyon's arm from his over-exertion whilst being injured. But then, the rhino's forehead began to drip with a disgusting purple liquid.

By this point, the reason was clear. The dent in the metal plate had been so forceful that the rhino's skull was completely crushed.

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856 Second Ranked Quadrant 3

Dyon retracted his broadsword, holding onto its long handle as he rested it on his shoulder. But, that was when something unexpected happened.

The rhino suddenly turned into motes of lights, swarming his large sword.

After a few moments, the lights disappeared, and it seemed as though nothing had happened, but Dyon's Perception was sharp. He noticed that his weapon's weight increased by a fraction of a jin, and it seemed slightly less rusted now. In addition, he felt that he could use slightly more of his power now.

Dyon had entered his trials completely blind, not knowing anything about any of them. He could have probably asked his grand teacher about them, but he wanted to apply the most pressure to himself, so he felt it was better to not know anything. So, this sequence was actually quite a surprise to him.

Within his master's memories, there was a bit of information about Life Stealing weapons that could grow stronger as they defeated enemies, and even share a portion of that power with its owner to also improve its wielder, but these weapons were exceedingly rare.

For one, materials capable of Life Stealing were extraordinarily rare, so rare in fact that even the Energy Core hadn't produced any. If something on the level of the Energy Core couldn't produce them, one can imagine just how ridiculous such materials were.

Secondly, this applied even for the lowest ranking Life Steeling materials.

But, what was even more shocking was the fact that this third trial had brought out weapons with this ability? And, if Dyon was right, every weapon along that ten-mile-long rack was capable of this very ability!

For the first time, Dyon began to wonder just what kind of treasure this Epistemic Tower was. It was supposedly his grand teacher's creation, and quite clearly had his legacies within it, but from everything he knew and understood, when did the owner of a legacy ever place his own techniques on the bottom floor? By all logic, shouldn't his grand teacher's legacies be on the top floor?

Dyon remembered the very first time he walked into the Epistemic Tower. He found a round room with 10 doors around its edges, in addition to an oddly shifting golden statue at the center. According to his grand teacher, those rooms held his 5 legacies, there being two entrances for each.

At first glance, that didn't seem odd at all, but the more Dyon thought about it, the odder he found it. And when he thought about how the entity was supposedly his grand teacher's second disciple, Dyon only found everything even weirder.

Just as Dyon was about to become lost in his thoughts, two more metallic rhinos showed up, charging toward him ferociously.

Although Dyon knew that these martial beasts could only barely count as Earth beasts, he could tell that not only were there more to deal with, their auras were also slightly stronger. It seemed this trial would only get harder as time passed.

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At this moment, four figures were gathered together in a room.

One was a fairly lanky boy who was still somehow almost 7 feet tall, yet had a vibrating vitality around him that made his seemingly disproportionate size very pleasing to the eye. He was currently avidly reading a book of plants as though it was the most interesting thing in the world, and he was sometimes wave his hand around, causing an illusory plant to appear in the air before disappearing and giving way to the next image.

Sitting beside this young man was an otherworldly beauty the likes of which only Dyon's wives could match up to. She had full features and beautiful olive skin, and although her eyes were currently closed in meditation, anyone who saw them open would feel as though they elevated to a new heavenly plane.

Opposite these two were two young children.

One was a little girl as pretty as a fairy. She had to large, sparkling eyes that looked like they were carved from pink diamonds, along with long, flowing pink-silver hair that reached the back of her knees.

The other was a little boy who had a dark edge to him, yet whenever he looked at the three people around him, he would inexplicably flip a switch and show a tender and loving gaze. Clearly he cared deeply for the three individuals around him, but he seemed to be missing a few dearly as well.

These four were obviously Eli, Delia, Lyla and Zaire, four individuals Dyon was very close with.

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Over the past 2 years, they had remained within the Epistemic Tower because it wasn't safe for them to go out. Although Delia and Eli wanted to help with Dyon's plans, Eli was constantly in danger of getting kidnapped, so this was the safest place for him. In addition, Delia wasn't willing to leave him alone, so she stayed.

As for Lyla and Zaire, they were still much too young, as such, they remained as well. However, it would soon be Zaire's tenth birthday, so things were about to change. In truth, he was actually only turning four years old, but in human years, he would be ten because he had purposely calculated the time he spent in his beast for so he would always be exactly one year older than Lyla so they could grow up together.

Suddenly, a voice filled their minds. "Are you ready, Little Zaire?"

Zaire's little head nodded with a maturity far beyond his years. He always tried to emulate his Big Brother, so Zaire matured just as quickly as Dyon was forced to.

"Little Lyla, you'll go with him. Dyon found a place quite suited to you, so you two will be able to watch out for each other."

Lyla's sadness was replaced by a clear excitement. She hadn't been looking forward to leaving Zaire's side because she couldn't stand the idea of losing two big brothers, but it seemed that she didn't have to now.

If others knew where Lyla and Zaire were headed, they would be shocked. But, it was the only place Dyon would ever send Zaire to… The second ranked quadrant… a place he was eager to return to for the sake of his late father's name: The Drago-Qilin Lands. As for how Little Lyla would find a place in such a savage quadrant… That was a story for another time.

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857 Third Trial 1

Dyon silently watched the two metallic rhinos approach. He wondered when a martial beast capable of giving him pressure would appear, because if things continued like this, his Presence would never break through to the Emperor level.

What Dyon didn't know was that in these times, even King level Presence was hard to come by, let alone a Peak King Level Presence like his.

The truth of the matter was that Presence could only be slowly cultivated over thousands of years. It was just that taking Luna's virginity gave an unprecedented short cut to Dyon. And, as far as Dyon knew, Luna might have been the only woman in existence capable of boosting a martial art in that way. It could even be said that the benefits for taking Luna's virginity far outweighed that of any other woman Dyon had come across.

Presence simply referred to the ability of a person to intimidate another. The closer one's Presence was to another, the less affect your Presence would have.

Presence was split into two main classes. The first class was known as the noble class, while the second was known as the ruler class.

The Noble class contained four tiers, including Viscount, Earl, Marquis and Duke. There was also a fifth tier, known as the Barony rank, but its effects were so negligible that the Epistemic Tower didn't have a trial of its ranking.

The lowest Baron ranking was often one simply borne of confidence and aura. It was the type of Presence that let commoners understand that you were of high birth. It was only effective on exceedingly weak-willed individuals who didn't have many aspirations in life. Even a commoner who wanted to make something of themselves later in life would be able to ignore the Presence of a Baron.

Where Presence starts becoming legitimate was when it crossed over into the Viscount ranks.

No longer being the lowest of nobles, Viscounts had the ability to exert pressure onto most. However, like other noble class rankings, it was completely ineffective against those who were stronger than you given that that individual had intelligence.

For example, a Viscount would be able to easily apply a faint intimidation against Earth martial beasts because their intelligence was only marginally better than common beasts. This would be the case even if the Earth martial beast was stronger than the Viscount.

However, against a Heaven level beast, this intimidation would be useless. Because Heaven martial beasts were approaching human level intellect, they wouldn't be scared off by minor intimidation tactics if they were stronger than the opponent before them. They would be intelligent enough to separate the individual's potential with their current strength, and act accordingly.

This was consistently the truth for Viscounts, Earls, and Marquis, while Dukes were in a pseudo class of their own, embodying some of the benefits of being a King while not truly being one.

This said, if one assumed that Presence was only simple intimidation, you would be mistaken. After all, against intelligent creatures like humans, what good would intimidation do you if they were well aware that they were stronger than you were?

In that vein, Presence was also capable of dampening the battle prowess of an opponent, especially in a case where a weaker Presence tries to foolishly use their small abilities in the face of one with a vastly greater Presence.

In addition, Presence was capable of cultivating a firm Dao Heart. This made the road of cultivation smoother and also made the attacks on Will during tribulations far easier to withstand.

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When martial warriors realized this, and noticed how difficult it was to cultivate, many counter measures were created, although very few were as effective as the true form of Presence.

The most effective counter measure would be the reverse scales of a high-level dragon. This was because Dragon Souls were among the very few things in the universe capable of matching up against Presence.

That said, those who use these methods try their best to hide it, lest they feel the rage of the second ranked quadrant in full force. However, the number of Dragon reverse scales on the black market couldn't be hidden. The effects of Presence were just far too devastating for powerful Empires to leave themselves and their young without protection.

More powerful families, though, relied on more extravagant methods. This was because while a relatively weak quadrant might be ignored by the Drago-Qilin lands, they definitely would not be. So, for the sake of their pride, and their safety, they could only use other methods.

One such method was Lightning Stones bathed in heavenly tribulation lightning. The one entity Presence had no effect on was the Heavens themselves. As such, materials like Lightning Stones of the highest grade, capable of holding a sliver of tribulation lightning, was enough to cut through all Presence and even provide a heavy backlash.

However, this method was usually only reserved for the Legatees of the top 20 quadrants. This was because the price of such a method was truly out of this world. Even Dyon, with all his wealth, would be completely cleared out buying just one such stone. And that was a Dyon who held all the remaining wealth of BOTH the Elvin Empire and the Daiyu Empire.

Truth be told, the Daiyu was only a minor clan in the Drago-Qilin lands considering they only had bronze Dragon Souls at birth, and the Elvin Empire had to give a vast majority of their wealth to the Ragnors in exchange for safe passage to Dyon's universe, but it was still a vast amount of wealth regardless.

Dyon's massive heavy sword fell eight more times, eliminating the fourth wave of rhinos in an instant once again and accepting the motes of light that flew toward him.

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Seeing 16 rhinos appear, Dyon didn't hesitate to charge forward once again, absentmindedly releasing his Presence and smashing their heads in.

The second class of Presences was a bit different, although it was still capable of being stifled by Dragon Souls and Lightning Stones, the grade of both needed to be very high. The reverse scale would have to at least be at the half-step King level, while the Lightning Stone needed to contain tribulation lightning from a first-grade saint becoming at least a second-grade celestial.

These requirements grew exponentially for every step up an individual was in the Ruler Class Presences. In fact, there was no known counter for a Peak Emperor level Presence.

Luckily for those with weaker Presences, there were less than ten Emperor level Presences in the cosmos, and no God level Presences. In addition, all of these individuals had much better things to do than to bully the young masters of various clans. To many, even giving counter measures for King level Presences seemed like overkill, but many did so anyway.

The truth, though, was that among the younger generation, there were only five lower King level Presences, and no Mid level King Presences or higher. Well, in truth, there were three Kings and two Queens. In addition to these five, there were another five of the Drago-Qilin lands who cultivated half-step King level Dragon souls who were able to contend. Among them, four were male, and one was female.

Also, there a few dozen with Gold Dragon Souls and yet another few dozen with Peak Duke or Duchess Presences. Despite the disparity between these almost 100 strong geniuses, and those ten listed above, they were still highly feared, and their names reverberated through the cosmos.

As one can see, the Drago-Qilin lands did have an advantage in terms of cultivating this sort of intimidation technique because of their resonance with the Sovereign path, but that didn't mean other races were too far behind.

Of course, Dyon didn't know all of this, and his grand teacher didn't bother to tell him either. Knowing Dyon's personality, he would have already assumed that his Presence was far better than that of others simply by virtue of his arrogance. Even the day he didn't truly meet someone with a higher Presence than his own, he would simply beat them down and make sure the heavens realized just how blind they were.

Although Dyon believed in himself wholeheartedly, so did those other ten geniuses. In fact, within all of existence, those ten geniuses were the only ones who could possibly match up to Dyon's level of arrogance. All eleven of them held an undying belief in themselves that no others could match… And their only opponents within this generation were amongst themselves.

And, there was another interesting tidbit here. If Dyon was allowed to cultivate his Presence alone, and he had never taken Luna's virginity… His own Presence wouldn't be at the Peak King Level. No, instead, his Presence would be perfectly level with these ten other geniuses, only having just broken through the lower King level.

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It could be said that Dyon was only lucky that he was above them. And it could also be said that his appearance had lit a fire under them all.

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Weeks passed.

By now, Dyon was facing thousands of metallic rhinos at once and his nonchalant appearance had long since disappeared. Although the motes of light could replenish his stamina, it was never to 100%. Even worse, the motes wouldn't appear until the entire wave was gone, meaning one didn't have a chance to catch their breath until the brief pause between waves.

In addition, the waves were getting harder to deal with. Although they were the same metallic rhinos, because there were more of them, Dyon's Presence was thus spread out amongst them as well. The effects of this dissipation were still small, but Dyon could only imagine how bad this would be if the metallic rhinos were Heaven martial beasts instead. With their increased resistance, and numbers, they would no longer be paralyzed in that instant.

Dyon was very much right. For now, his Presence was still effective, even against thousands. In fact, for these metallic rhinos, no matter how many of them there were within Dyon's range of about a kilometer, they would shiver in fear and drop to their knees. However, this would become impossible if the beasts were able to resist…

Dyon's figure flashed around, the third trial's world still searing his skin as he wantonly smashed in the heads of shivering metallic rhinos.

By this point, his heavy sword had managed to rid itself of most of the disgusting brown rust stains on it, and was no a sheen-less charcoal black with only a few hints of flaking rust.

Currently, Dyon's skin was dyed in gross purple goo that was very obviously from all the rhinos he had killed, but he still didn't seem to notice. Except for the barely perceptive laborsome breaths he took occasionally, it would almost appear as though the goings-on of the third trial had nothing to do with him.

His clothes had been completely burned by the inner world, so he dashed around naked. One man and one sword against an army of tens of thousands of beasts.

His torso twisted and snapped, leveraging all the power of his core with his every swing. Without fail, every metallic rhino fell with a single blow, reaching levels of efficiency no one had ever seen before.

With a final swing, the 524 288th rhino fell, and with it, the 20th wave collapsed, sending motes of lights the blocked out the sky careening toward Dyon's gasping figure.

However, before he could even rest, a roar that resounded through the heavens resounded and he received his first message since he began.

"Would you like to continue to the second stage? Or move on to the fourth trial now?"

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