Chapter 1167: 1167
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Dyon felt that he was brimming with an inconceivable amount of power.
Logically speaking, it should have been impossible for his lower celestial level body to house a peak celestial soul like it was doing right now. The difference between a low celestial and a peak celestial was simply too far apart. Under normal circ.u.mstances, even a soul that was about to enter the peak of the 9th stage would have imploded his body.
But, that was where the magic of his inner world came in. One of the major differences between a transcendent and a mortal was the existence of a dantian, a cultivation sea of sorts that could house a mind-boggling amount of energy.
The heaven defying aspect of Dyon's awoken inner world was that it too could act as a dantian long before Dyon was even close to breaking into even the half-step transcendent level, let alone the transcendent level itself.
This gave Dyon the ability to house far more energy than he would normally, thus keeping his body intact despite having a peak celestial soul.
By Dyon's calculations, as long as he entered the peak saint level and expanded his inner world, his soul would be able to break into the dao formation realm safely and smoothly without worrying about his body shattering to pieces.
Although it was a long and grueling nearly two-decade period of feeling almost powerless, the pay off couldn't have been any greater.
"Show us who the supreme expert is?" Sokzac sneered. "A coward like you isn't worthy of my blade."
Dyon shook his head, "You still don't get it, do you?"
At that moment, tens of arrays began to form in the sky. Then, a hundred became a thousand, and thousand became ten thousand.
Each exuded the aura of a peak saint, yet they were created with such speed that the celestials trembled in terror. Even the best among them was a mere third grade celestial. Facing this kind of power output made them feel a keen sense of danger.
Dyon's eyes lit up with a gold light. "It's been too long!"
Sokzac's eyes widened. If he had to face this sort of attack, how would he deal with it? Of course, he could look down on peak saints with disdain, but even he would have to be careful when fighting ten thousand of them.
It was only now that everyone witnessing this scene realized that all of the arrays were golden!
"Innate Aurora Wielder!" They breathed out in shock. In all of their 100 quadrants, there were a mere dozen or so innate aurora wielders, and each of their names resounded through the cosmos. Yet, one was here, protecting Dyon?
At that moment, Dyon's hands clapped together as a small strain appeared on his handsome face.
A brilliant array, shining with a fierce red and gold sprung from his palms.
His hands slowly separated, and with their movement, an ever-growing spear began to form.
The killing intent was so overwhelming that Sokzac involuntarily took a step back, unable to think anything but a single word: "Judgement"!
The darkened skies rolled, causing the once pitch black to radiate outward with a bloody red.
"I've met stupid people before, but this is the first time I've met so many in a single place." Dyon sneered as the blood red spear between his hands grew longer. With each passing moment, it was as though his image and that of a Demon Lord were slowly fusing and finally becoming one.
Dyon's gaze suddenly quickly shifted from Sokzac, completely ignoring him and focusing on the Mother who he could clearly see was trying to escape while everyone was distracted.
After feeling the power of Dyon's "backer", the Mother realized that this situation had gone south. She had hoped that Sokzac would kill Dyon in their confrontation, then everything could go back to normal. But, she realized that her thinking was too naïve.
She knew that there was no way Dyon would let her live. Not only had she sullied the title of his master, she was the creator of Soul Market! If it wasn't for her, it wouldn't have ever existed to begin with!
Thus, not only had she disrespected his master, she had also ruined the reputation of the land he was meant to inherit.
If she didn't escape now, there was only death waiting for her.
However, just when she was a mere few dozen meters from disappearing over the horizon and toward Cathedral City's teleportation stations, a voice suddenly drifted into her ears that caused her to shudder.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
With Dyon's soul now unleashed, his senses were increased to their peak. How could anyone escape him, let alone a mere 5th grade celestial?
Dyon's hands spread to their utmost limits, separating to reveal a spear shining as though it was crafted out of the finest rubies. Its surface was lined with intricate black patterns, brimming with killing intent. And, to make matters more shocking, it exuded the aura of a second-grade celestial!
The spear hovered before Dyon, bobbing gently as everyone followed Dyon's line of sight.
At that moment, the ten thousand golden arrays in the sky suddenly disappeared, appearing and surrounding the Mother in an instant.
The Mother panicked, screeching unwillingly as she output her strongest attacks.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A rain of attacks landed without end all while Dyon looked on coldly as though none of this had anything to do with him.
A cold shiver ran down the spine of those watching as the disheveled and bloody appearance of the Mother appeared.
She stood in the air, huffing and puffing as her old bones shone through a wall of blood and gore. She looked like nothing more than a hovering corpse.
Dyon lightly tapped the end of the bloody spear that hovered before him, causing it to spin and stop in an instant, pointing directly at the half dead "White Mother".
It was at that point that everyone suddenly understood something. Hundreds of gazes snapped toward Dyon, filled with respect and fear.
Dyon sneered. "It took you long enough. [First Judgement: Carnage]!
With a light tap to its b.u.t.t, the blood red spear blasted through the air, tearing through space itself as it appeared before the half-dead White Mother.
Pu
Half of her face disappeared in a rain of blood that immediately disintegrated into nothingness.
The other half of her face showed a clear look of disbelief as the final thing she saw before her vision blackened was Dyon's sneer.
At that moment, just as the Mother fell from the skies, everyone suddenly understood.
The Supreme Expert wasn't Dyon's backer at all… This was simply the level of power a True God had… This was simply the level of power True God Sacharro had…
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Dyon felt that he was brimming with an inconceivable amount of power.
Logically speaking, it should have been impossible for his lower celestial level body to house a peak celestial soul like it was doing right now. The difference between a low celestial and a peak celestial was simply too far apart. Under normal circ.u.mstances, even a soul that was about to enter the peak of the 9th stage would have imploded his body.
But, that was where the magic of his inner world came in. One of the major differences between a transcendent and a mortal was the existence of a dantian, a cultivation sea of sorts that could house a mind-boggling amount of energy.
The heaven defying aspect of Dyon's awoken inner world was that it too could act as a dantian long before Dyon was even close to breaking into even the half-step transcendent level, let alone the transcendent level itself.
This gave Dyon the ability to house far more energy than he would normally, thus keeping his body intact despite having a peak celestial soul.
By Dyon's calculations, as long as he entered the peak saint level and expanded his inner world, his soul would be able to break into the dao formation realm safely and smoothly without worrying about his body shattering to pieces.
Although it was a long and grueling nearly two-decade period of feeling almost powerless, the pay off couldn't have been any greater.
"Show us who the supreme expert is?" Sokzac sneered. "A coward like you isn't worthy of my blade."
Dyon shook his head, "You still don't get it, do you?"
At that moment, tens of arrays began to form in the sky. Then, a hundred became a thousand, and thousand became ten thousand.
Each exuded the aura of a peak saint, yet they were created with such speed that the celestials trembled in terror. Even the best among them was a mere third grade celestial. Facing this kind of power output made them feel a keen sense of danger.
Dyon's eyes lit up with a gold light. "It's been too long!"
Sokzac's eyes widened. If he had to face this sort of attack, how would he deal with it? Of course, he could look down on peak saints with disdain, but even he would have to be careful when fighting ten thousand of them.
It was only now that everyone witnessing this scene realized that all of the arrays were golden!
"Innate Aurora Wielder!" They breathed out in shock. In all of their 100 quadrants, there were a mere dozen or so innate aurora wielders, and each of their names resounded through the cosmos. Yet, one was here, protecting Dyon?
At that moment, Dyon's hands clapped together as a small strain appeared on his handsome face.
A brilliant array, shining with a fierce red and gold sprung from his palms.
His hands slowly separated, and with their movement, an ever-growing spear began to form.
The killing intent was so overwhelming that Sokzac involuntarily took a step back, unable to think anything but a single word: "Judgement"!
The darkened skies rolled, causing the once pitch black to radiate outward with a bloody red.
"I've met stupid people before, but this is the first time I've met so many in a single place." Dyon sneered as the blood red spear between his hands grew longer. With each passing moment, it was as though his image and that of a Demon Lord were slowly fusing and finally becoming one.
Dyon's gaze suddenly quickly shifted from Sokzac, completely ignoring him and focusing on the Mother who he could clearly see was trying to escape while everyone was distracted.
After feeling the power of Dyon's "backer", the Mother realized that this situation had gone south. She had hoped that Sokzac would kill Dyon in their confrontation, then everything could go back to normal. But, she realized that her thinking was too naïve.
She knew that there was no way Dyon would let her live. Not only had she sullied the title of his master, she was the creator of Soul Market! If it wasn't for her, it wouldn't have ever existed to begin with!
Thus, not only had she disrespected his master, she had also ruined the reputation of the land he was meant to inherit.
If she didn't escape now, there was only death waiting for her.
However, just when she was a mere few dozen meters from disappearing over the horizon and toward Cathedral City's teleportation stations, a voice suddenly drifted into her ears that caused her to shudder.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
With Dyon's soul now unleashed, his senses were increased to their peak. How could anyone escape him, let alone a mere 5th grade celestial?
Dyon's hands spread to their utmost limits, separating to reveal a spear shining as though it was crafted out of the finest rubies. Its surface was lined with intricate black patterns, brimming with killing intent. And, to make matters more shocking, it exuded the aura of a second-grade celestial!
The spear hovered before Dyon, bobbing gently as everyone followed Dyon's line of sight.
At that moment, the ten thousand golden arrays in the sky suddenly disappeared, appearing and surrounding the Mother in an instant.
The Mother panicked, screeching unwillingly as she output her strongest attacks.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A rain of attacks landed without end all while Dyon looked on coldly as though none of this had anything to do with him.
A cold shiver ran down the spine of those watching as the disheveled and bloody appearance of the Mother appeared.
She stood in the air, huffing and puffing as her old bones shone through a wall of blood and gore. She looked like nothing more than a hovering corpse.
Dyon lightly tapped the end of the bloody spear that hovered before him, causing it to spin and stop in an instant, pointing directly at the half dead "White Mother".
It was at that point that everyone suddenly understood something. Hundreds of gazes snapped toward Dyon, filled with respect and fear.
Dyon sneered. "It took you long enough. [First Judgement: Carnage]!
With a light tap to its b.u.t.t, the blood red spear blasted through the air, tearing through space itself as it appeared before the half-dead White Mother.
Pu
Half of her face disappeared in a rain of blood that immediately disintegrated into nothingness.
The other half of her face showed a clear look of disbelief as the final thing she saw before her vision blackened was Dyon's sneer.
At that moment, just as the Mother fell from the skies, everyone suddenly understood.
The Supreme Expert wasn't Dyon's backer at all… This was simply the level of power a True God had… This was simply the level of power True God Sacharro had…
Dyon felt that he was brimming with an inconceivable amount of power. Logically speaking, it should have been impossible for his lower celestial level body to house a peak celestial soul like it was doing right now. The difference between a low celestial and a peak celestial was simply too far apart. Under normal circ.u.mstances, even a soul that was about to enter the peak of the 9th stage would have imploded his body. But, that was where the magic of his inner world came in. One of the major differences between a transcendent and a mortal was the existence of a dantian, a cultivation sea of sorts that could house a mind-boggling amount of energy. The heaven defying aspect of Dyon's awoken inner world was that it too could act as a dantian long before Dyon was even close to breaking into even the half-step transcendent level, let alone the transcendent level itself. This gave Dyon the ability to house far more energy than he would normally, thus keeping his body intact despite having a peak celestial soul. By Dyon's calculations, as long as he entered the peak saint level and expanded his inner world, his soul would be able to break into the dao formation realm safely and smoothly without worrying about his body shattering to pieces. Although it was a long and grueling nearly two-decade period of feeling almost powerless, the pay off couldn't have been any greater. "Show us who the supreme expert is?" Sokzac sneered. "A coward like you isn't worthy of my blade." Dyon shook his head, "You still don't get it, do you?" At that moment, tens of arrays began to form in the sky. Then, a hundred became a thousand, and thousand became ten thousand. Each exuded the aura of a peak saint, yet they were created with such speed that the celestials trembled in terror. Even the best among them was a mere third grade celestial. Facing this kind of power output made them feel a keen sense of danger. Dyon's eyes lit up with a gold light. "It's been too long!" Sokzac's eyes widened. If he had to face this sort of attack, how would he deal with it? Of course, he could look down on peak saints with disdain, but even he would have to be careful when fighting ten thousand of them. It was only now that everyone witnessing this scene realized that all of the arrays were golden! "Innate Aurora Wielder!" They breathed out in shock. In all of their 100 quadrants, there were a mere dozen or so innate aurora wielders, and each of their names resounded through the cosmos. Yet, one was here, protecting Dyon? At that moment, Dyon's hands clapped together as a small strain appeared on his handsome face. A brilliant array, shining with a fierce red and gold sprung from his palms. His hands slowly separated, and with their movement, an ever-growing spear began to form. The killing intent was so overwhelming that Sokzac involuntarily took a step back, unable to think anything but a single word: "Judgement"! The darkened skies rolled, causing the once pitch black to radiate outward with a bloody red. "I've met stupid people before, but this is the first time I've met so many in a single place." Dyon sneered as the blood red spear between his hands grew longer. With each passing moment, it was as though his image and that of a Demon Lord were slowly fusing and finally becoming one. Dyon's gaze suddenly quickly shifted from Sokzac, completely ignoring him and focusing on the Mother who he could clearly see was trying to escape while everyone was distracted. After feeling the power of Dyon's "backer", the Mother realized that this situation had gone south. She had hoped that Sokzac would kill Dyon in their confrontation, then everything could go back to normal. But, she realized that her thinking was too nave. She knew that there was no way Dyon would let her live. Not only had she sullied the title of his master, she was the creator of Soul Market! If it wasn't for her, it wouldn't have ever existed to begin with! Thus, not only had she disrespected his master, she had also ruined the reputation of the land he was meant to inherit. If she didn't escape now, there was only death waiting for her. However, just when she was a mere few dozen meters from disappearing over the horizon and toward Cathedral City's teleportation stations, a voice suddenly drifted into her ears that caused her to shudder. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" With Dyon's soul now unleashed, his senses were increased to their peak. How could anyone escape him, let alone a mere 5th grade celestial? Dyon's hands spread to their utmost limits, separating to reveal a spear shining as though it was crafted out of the finest rubies. Its surface was lined with intricate black patterns, brimming with killing intent. And, to make matters more shocking, it exuded the aura of a second-grade celestial! The spear hovered before Dyon, bobbing gently as everyone followed Dyon's line of sight. At that moment, the ten thousand golden arrays in the sky suddenly disappeared, appearing and surrounding the Mother in an instant. The Mother panicked, screeching unwillingly as she output her strongest attacks. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! A rain of attacks landed without end all while Dyon looked on coldly as though none of this had anything to do with him. A cold shiver ran down the spine of those watching as the disheveled and bloody appearance of the Mother appeared. She stood in the air, huffing and puffing as her old bones shone through a wall of blood and gore. She looked like nothing more than a hovering corpse. Dyon lightly tapped the end of the bloody spear that hovered before him, causing it to spin and stop in an instant, pointing directly at the half dead "White Mother". It was at that point that everyone suddenly understood something. Hundreds of gazes snapped toward Dyon, filled with respect and fear. Dyon sneered. "It took you long enough. First Judgement: Carnage! With a light tap to its b.u.t.t, the blood red spear blasted through the air, tearing through space itself as it appeared before the half-dead White Mother. Pu Half of her face disappeared in a rain of blood that immediately disintegrated into nothingness. The other half of her face showed a clear look of disbelief as the final thing she saw before her vision blackened was Dyon's sneer. At that moment, just as the Mother fell from the skies, everyone suddenly understood. The Supreme Expert wasn't Dyon's backer at all This was simply the level of power a True God had This was simply the level of power True God Sacharro had
