Chapter 1138: 1138
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When Dyon's master saw this, her eyes blinked in surprise before they beamed with pride. Since when was achieving a selfless state of cultivation so easy? Especially in the midst of being bombarded by hundreds of enemies? This was simply too amazing.
Dyon had long since known that the root of comprehension was the soul. This was why beasts had to rely on their bloodline inheritances, to make up for their lack of comprehension abilities. With the amount of talent Dyon's soul had, who in the martial world could be his match in comprehension?!
It was far too rare for Dyon to actively cultivate techniques, so even he didn't take good note of how good his comprehension was. However, he should have known.
Dyon's weakest technique to date was his divine level movement technique [Celestial Wind Steps]. Despite having poor affinity for both wind and celestial will, Dyon still learned it to the second stage of its first act. Think about it, a technique only meant to be used by dao formation experts, comprehended by a young man who hadn't even begun to energy cultivate, at the time, to such a level.
If Dyon's comprehension wasn't demon-like, then whose was?
Dyon's eyes dulled before they suddenly shone with an unnatural light. Their warm hazel became a blinding gold as if he could suddenly see through the world.
Within Dyon's Mind's Eye, waves of energy began roll through, involuntarily awakening the rest of the spirits. Before any of the 13 of them could react, they suddenly felt a wave of oppressive energy.
Their heads snapped toward the center of Dyon's Mind's Eye, landing on the still suckling baby. Although they had all seen it before, they had made a tacit agreement to never talk about it again. But, now that very baby struggled slightly against its chains, rolling over in its sleep and gurgling with a happy smile on its face.
Such an unbearably cute action actually managed to send waves of fear through the 13 spirits, as though just a single wave of one of its chubby little fingers could obliterate them all.
At that moment, Dyon dodged to one side, circulating [Whipping Wind, Galloping Steps].
Unlike his divine levels techniques, usually split into nine stages, each of which had their own levels of completion, common level techniques were far simpler.
Without any prior reflection, Dyon immediately stepped into the first stage: initial success.
His feet glided across the air, syncing with the reflection of the technique in his mind.
The technique was reliant on the words whipping and galloping. There was nothing elegant about it, instead, it relied on strong legs to push off, leaving destruction in your wake.
Dyon's speed suddenly gained a massive boost. At that moment, he did something inconceivable: he put his wings away.
With his wills and energies sealed, it was impossible for Dyon to fly without his wings. Yet, he disregarded them without hesitation.
BOOM!
Dyon's foot slammed against the air, falling into a deeper state of comprehension as he flashed around the battlefield, not throwing even a single technique.
If one listened closely, every one of Dyon's steps sounded like a herd of galloping gazelles. His legs whipped downward so violently that the currents of air kept him in the sky.
At first, it was only the high-level essence gatherers that could keep up with him, but in the next moment, it became difficult for even saints to do so.
Dyon's body flashed, entering the small success stage in a matter of seconds.
The galloping herd became clearer and Dyon's speed increased once again.
If one looked closely, during the initial success stage, Dyon's foot slammed downward once per step. However, as he improved, one step became two, the two became three, by the time he broke into the small success stage, each single step of his was the equivalent of five steps.
His steps layered on each other, giving him the equivalent burst of five steps for his every one, increasing his speed to inconceivable levels.
If someone was observing, they'd be able to understand that this was a mere lower common level technique. However, they'd be incomparably shocked by its effectiveness. Even for the worst of techniques, how could the former number one sect in the cosmos accept mediocre techniques?
Elder Bowa watched this scene with a twitching lip. Was this young man using them to train? Or was he truly having trouble dealing with so many numbers?
"Is the communication still not working?" He asked his attendants.
"No, we don't know what's wrong!" One of the attendants shifted nervously. "We even tried using the smaller scale array like you asked, but it didn't work either, we don't understand what's going on."
Elder Bowa's features darkened. 'He really did damn us all! It'll take me years to fly back to Planet Cathedral… But if you were banking on that to die along with me, you'll be sorely disappointed. If I refine all of you into pills here, I'll have more than enough energy for the trip!'
His old wrinkled face became sinister. He disdained to step in personally against a mere essence gatherer, but he was more than happy to play with Dyon to death!
BOOM!
Dyon's steps became like loud cacophonic bombs going off underneath his feet as he broke through to the large success stage in what seemed like a blink of an eye…
Unfortunately for the enemies attacking him, he suddenly felt like it was time to try out another technique as his fists c.o.c.ked backward…
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When Dyon's master saw this, her eyes blinked in surprise before they beamed with pride. Since when was achieving a selfless state of cultivation so easy? Especially in the midst of being bombarded by hundreds of enemies? This was simply too amazing.
Dyon had long since known that the root of comprehension was the soul. This was why beasts had to rely on their bloodline inheritances, to make up for their lack of comprehension abilities. With the amount of talent Dyon's soul had, who in the martial world could be his match in comprehension?!
It was far too rare for Dyon to actively cultivate techniques, so even he didn't take good note of how good his comprehension was. However, he should have known.
Dyon's weakest technique to date was his divine level movement technique [Celestial Wind Steps]. Despite having poor affinity for both wind and celestial will, Dyon still learned it to the second stage of its first act. Think about it, a technique only meant to be used by dao formation experts, comprehended by a young man who hadn't even begun to energy cultivate, at the time, to such a level.
If Dyon's comprehension wasn't demon-like, then whose was?
Dyon's eyes dulled before they suddenly shone with an unnatural light. Their warm hazel became a blinding gold as if he could suddenly see through the world.
Within Dyon's Mind's Eye, waves of energy began roll through, involuntarily awakening the rest of the spirits. Before any of the 13 of them could react, they suddenly felt a wave of oppressive energy.
Their heads snapped toward the center of Dyon's Mind's Eye, landing on the still suckling baby. Although they had all seen it before, they had made a tacit agreement to never talk about it again. But, now that very baby struggled slightly against its chains, rolling over in its sleep and gurgling with a happy smile on its face.
Such an unbearably cute action actually managed to send waves of fear through the 13 spirits, as though just a single wave of one of its chubby little fingers could obliterate them all.
At that moment, Dyon dodged to one side, circulating [Whipping Wind, Galloping Steps].
Unlike his divine levels techniques, usually split into nine stages, each of which had their own levels of completion, common level techniques were far simpler.
Without any prior reflection, Dyon immediately stepped into the first stage: initial success.
His feet glided across the air, syncing with the reflection of the technique in his mind.
The technique was reliant on the words whipping and galloping. There was nothing elegant about it, instead, it relied on strong legs to push off, leaving destruction in your wake.
Dyon's speed suddenly gained a massive boost. At that moment, he did something inconceivable: he put his wings away.
With his wills and energies sealed, it was impossible for Dyon to fly without his wings. Yet, he disregarded them without hesitation.
BOOM!
Dyon's foot slammed against the air, falling into a deeper state of comprehension as he flashed around the battlefield, not throwing even a single technique.
If one listened closely, every one of Dyon's steps sounded like a herd of galloping gazelles. His legs whipped downward so violently that the currents of air kept him in the sky.
At first, it was only the high-level essence gatherers that could keep up with him, but in the next moment, it became difficult for even saints to do so.
Dyon's body flashed, entering the small success stage in a matter of seconds.
The galloping herd became clearer and Dyon's speed increased once again.
If one looked closely, during the initial success stage, Dyon's foot slammed downward once per step. However, as he improved, one step became two, the two became three, by the time he broke into the small success stage, each single step of his was the equivalent of five steps.
His steps layered on each other, giving him the equivalent burst of five steps for his every one, increasing his speed to inconceivable levels.
If someone was observing, they'd be able to understand that this was a mere lower common level technique. However, they'd be incomparably shocked by its effectiveness. Even for the worst of techniques, how could the former number one sect in the cosmos accept mediocre techniques?
Elder Bowa watched this scene with a twitching lip. Was this young man using them to train? Or was he truly having trouble dealing with so many numbers?
"Is the communication still not working?" He asked his attendants.
"No, we don't know what's wrong!" One of the attendants shifted nervously. "We even tried using the smaller scale array like you asked, but it didn't work either, we don't understand what's going on."
Elder Bowa's features darkened. 'He really did damn us all! It'll take me years to fly back to Planet Cathedral… But if you were banking on that to die along with me, you'll be sorely disappointed. If I refine all of you into pills here, I'll have more than enough energy for the trip!'
His old wrinkled face became sinister. He disdained to step in personally against a mere essence gatherer, but he was more than happy to play with Dyon to death!
BOOM!
Dyon's steps became like loud cacophonic bombs going off underneath his feet as he broke through to the large success stage in what seemed like a blink of an eye…
Unfortunately for the enemies attacking him, he suddenly felt like it was time to try out another technique as his fists c.o.c.ked backward…
When Dyon's master saw this, her eyes blinked in surprise before they beamed with pride. Since when was achieving a selfless state of cultivation so easy? Especially in the midst of being bombarded by hundreds of enemies? This was simply too amazing. Dyon had long since known that the root of comprehension was the soul. This was why beasts had to rely on their bloodline inheritances, to make up for their lack of comprehension abilities. With the amount of talent Dyon's soul had, who in the martial world could be his match in comprehension?! It was far too rare for Dyon to actively cultivate techniques, so even he didn't take good note of how good his comprehension was. However, he should have known. Dyon's weakest technique to date was his divine level movement technique Celestial Wind Steps. Despite having poor affinity for both wind and celestial will, Dyon still learned it to the second stage of its first act. Think about it, a technique only meant to be used by dao formation experts, comprehended by a young man who hadn't even begun to energy cultivate, at the time, to such a level. If Dyon's comprehension wasn't demon-like, then whose was? Dyon's eyes dulled before they suddenly shone with an unnatural light. Their warm hazel became a blinding gold as if he could suddenly see through the world. Within Dyon's Mind's Eye, waves of energy began roll through, involuntarily awakening the rest of the spirits. Before any of the 13 of them could react, they suddenly felt a wave of oppressive energy. Their heads snapped toward the center of Dyon's Mind's Eye, landing on the still suckling baby. Although they had all seen it before, they had made a tacit agreement to never talk about it again. But, now that very baby struggled slightly against its chains, rolling over in its sleep and gurgling with a happy smile on its face. Such an unbearably cute action actually managed to send waves of fear through the 13 spirits, as though just a single wave of one of its chubby little fingers could obliterate them all. At that moment, Dyon dodged to one side, circulating Whipping Wind, Galloping Steps. Unlike his divine levels techniques, usually split into nine stages, each of which had their own levels of completion, common level techniques were far simpler. Without any prior reflection, Dyon immediately stepped into the first stage: initial success. His feet glided across the air, syncing with the reflection of the technique in his mind. The technique was reliant on the words whipping and galloping. There was nothing elegant about it, instead, it relied on strong legs to push off, leaving destruction in your wake. Dyon's speed suddenly gained a massive boost. At that moment, he did something inconceivable: he put his wings away. With his wills and energies sealed, it was impossible for Dyon to fly without his wings. Yet, he disregarded them without hesitation. BOOM! Dyon's foot slammed against the air, falling into a deeper state of comprehension as he flashed around the battlefield, not throwing even a single technique. If one listened closely, every one of Dyon's steps sounded like a herd of galloping gazelles. His legs whipped downward so violently that the currents of air kept him in the sky. At first, it was only the high-level essence gatherers that could keep up with him, but in the next moment, it became difficult for even saints to do so. Dyon's body flashed, entering the small success stage in a matter of seconds. The galloping herd became clearer and Dyon's speed increased once again. If one looked closely, during the initial success stage, Dyon's foot slammed downward once per step. However, as he improved, one step became two, the two became three, by the time he broke into the small success stage, each single step of his was the equivalent of five steps. His steps layered on each other, giving him the equivalent burst of five steps for his every one, increasing his speed to inconceivable levels. If someone was observing, they'd be able to understand that this was a mere lower common level technique. However, they'd be incomparably shocked by its effectiveness. Even for the worst of techniques, how could the former number one sect in the cosmos accept mediocre techniques? Elder Bowa watched this scene with a twitching lip. Was this young man using them to train? Or was he truly having trouble dealing with so many numbers? "Is the communication still not working?" He asked his attendants. "No, we don't know what's wrong!" One of the attendants shifted nervously. "We even tried using the smaller scale array like you asked, but it didn't work either, we don't understand what's going on." Elder Bowa's features darkened. 'He really did damn us all! It'll take me years to fly back to Planet Cathedral But if you were banking on that to die along with me, you'll be sorely disappointed. If I refine all of you into pills here, I'll have more than enough energy for the trip!' His old wrinkled face became sinister. He disdained to step in personally against a mere essence gatherer, but he was more than happy to play with Dyon to death! BOOM! Dyon's steps became like loud cacophonic bombs going off underneath his feet as he broke through to the large success stage in what seemed like a blink of an eye Unfortunately for the enemies attacking him, he suddenly felt like it was time to try out another technique as his fists c.o.c.ked backward
