Chapter 1201: 1201
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In the end, Dyon didn't end up deciding on any constitutions. His master's words about the ancient constitutions intrigued him, but there was next to no information about them.
Theoretically, those constitutions might not even be within Dyon. After all, the reason he had so many constitutions within himself was because they were taken from the billions of talents that should have been born on Earth but had their cultivations sealed.
Simply put, there was no guarantee that someone had been born with constitution and thus had it transferred to Dyon.
The only method Dyon had available to him was to meditate on the truths of his body. Since there was no information on ancient constitutions, he had to delve into his own body to see what secrets it was hiding.
To do this, he had to gain more control of his body. It was similar to the way one had to forge their own path with their manifestations. Unfortunately, Dyon's understanding of his body was too low. The good news was that the treasures the Demon Sage hid might be the key to solving this issue.
The next morning, Dyon stood on the peak watching the sun rise with Clara in his arms.
"You really want to come?"
Clara gave Dyon a sideways glance. "What? Am I only good enough to be a working disciple too?"
Dyon laughed. "Fine, fine. Let's go then."
With a simple push of wind will, Dyon soared into the skies with Clara still in his arms, her silver robes fluttering under the morning wind.
After dual cultivating with Clara, not only had his injuries healed, he even felt slightly stronger.
Soon, the husband-wife pair made their way to the back of Soul Rending Peak. The atmosphere could only be described as being filled with fengshui.
Numerous small streams poured into just as many small lakes. The trees were so thick that it would take more than twenty a.d.u.l.ts to wrap around them fully. Even the air seemed far sweeter here… It was no wonder it was an area restricted for the Master of the sect.
The dawn's light seemed to give the small area more character, filling those who saw it with a sense of calm.
At that moment, Dyon was thankful for the Life Stone. If it hadn't repaired this area after the war, he would have never seen such a beautiful scene.
"When we get married, let's get married here." Dyon suddenly said. It was as though he couldn't control his words, but he clearly meant what he said. "Let's raise our children here too."
A smile bloomed on Clara's delicate lips. She didn't trust her voice, so she just nodded, falling further into Dyon's embrace. She had thought for a moment that Dyon had forgotten that she, Ri and Madeleine still wanted a wedding, but this clearly proved otherwise. Although their souls were connected, Clara, Ri and Madeleine didn't want to let go of their childish dreams.
Of course, Dyon would fulfill their wishes.
**
There were two entrances to the Mystical Realm.
One was set on a timer, meant to open once every ten years in order to test disciples. This entrance was meant to be opened a few days ago, but it never opened. This was because the array had the ability to sense danger. Knowing that Soul Rending Peak was suffering an assault and also sensing many unfamiliar auras, it remained closed.
The second entrance was only able to be opened by the Master Symbol. Unless you were accepted by the ancestors of Soul Rending Peak, it was impossible to use this entrance. Trying to f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y take control of the Master Symbol would result in your soul being obliterated.
Luckily, this was no problem for Dyon. It wasn't even worth mentioning.
That aside, it was because of this entrance that Dyon could promise the former core elders a chance to use the Mystical World once a month for ten hours.
Clara played with the hamster twins and Little Wind in her hands as Dyon scanned the area. Now that they had tethered themselves to Dyon's timeline, it was much easier for them to appear and disappear at will.
Soon, Dyon found what he was looking for. A small fountain in an equally small clearing appeared in his vision.
It was made of an ancient grey stone and was inscribed with a language Dyon didn't recognize.
Dyon's hand lightly brushed the ancient stone. "This water…"
'It seems that this water is only a few decades away from becoming Holy Water. You're lucky those greedy bastards couldn't come back here with the control of the Master Symbol, or else this would long be gone. The true Holy Water was used up in the war though…'
A thoughtful expression appeared on Dyon's features. He remembered that according to what he knew about the Life Stone, the active ability was known, but the passive ability was lost in time. He wondered if this Holy Water was related or not.
'In order to open the gates to the Mystical World, you have to speak the words on the fountain while also having control of the Master Symbol. It goes like …'
Dyon's voice grew hoarse trying to pronounce the words as his master dictated to him. By the time he finished the first phrase, he could already feel his vocal cords sheering apart. In the end, although he finished, he was violently coughing up blood.
Luckily, the fountain accepted his words as passable and began to slightly vibrate.
Unlike what Dyon expected, there was no grandiose ceremony. As he was slowly healing his throat, a calm blue portal appeared before the fountain, inviting him in.
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In the end, Dyon didn't end up deciding on any constitutions. His master's words about the ancient constitutions intrigued him, but there was next to no information about them.
Theoretically, those constitutions might not even be within Dyon. After all, the reason he had so many constitutions within himself was because they were taken from the billions of talents that should have been born on Earth but had their cultivations sealed.
Simply put, there was no guarantee that someone had been born with constitution and thus had it transferred to Dyon.
The only method Dyon had available to him was to meditate on the truths of his body. Since there was no information on ancient constitutions, he had to delve into his own body to see what secrets it was hiding.
To do this, he had to gain more control of his body. It was similar to the way one had to forge their own path with their manifestations. Unfortunately, Dyon's understanding of his body was too low. The good news was that the treasures the Demon Sage hid might be the key to solving this issue.
The next morning, Dyon stood on the peak watching the sun rise with Clara in his arms.
"You really want to come?"
Clara gave Dyon a sideways glance. "What? Am I only good enough to be a working disciple too?"
Dyon laughed. "Fine, fine. Let's go then."
With a simple push of wind will, Dyon soared into the skies with Clara still in his arms, her silver robes fluttering under the morning wind.
After dual cultivating with Clara, not only had his injuries healed, he even felt slightly stronger.
Soon, the husband-wife pair made their way to the back of Soul Rending Peak. The atmosphere could only be described as being filled with fengshui.
Numerous small streams poured into just as many small lakes. The trees were so thick that it would take more than twenty a.d.u.l.ts to wrap around them fully. Even the air seemed far sweeter here… It was no wonder it was an area restricted for the Master of the sect.
The dawn's light seemed to give the small area more character, filling those who saw it with a sense of calm.
At that moment, Dyon was thankful for the Life Stone. If it hadn't repaired this area after the war, he would have never seen such a beautiful scene.
"When we get married, let's get married here." Dyon suddenly said. It was as though he couldn't control his words, but he clearly meant what he said. "Let's raise our children here too."
A smile bloomed on Clara's delicate lips. She didn't trust her voice, so she just nodded, falling further into Dyon's embrace. She had thought for a moment that Dyon had forgotten that she, Ri and Madeleine still wanted a wedding, but this clearly proved otherwise. Although their souls were connected, Clara, Ri and Madeleine didn't want to let go of their childish dreams.
Of course, Dyon would fulfill their wishes.
**
There were two entrances to the Mystical Realm.
One was set on a timer, meant to open once every ten years in order to test disciples. This entrance was meant to be opened a few days ago, but it never opened. This was because the array had the ability to sense danger. Knowing that Soul Rending Peak was suffering an assault and also sensing many unfamiliar auras, it remained closed.
The second entrance was only able to be opened by the Master Symbol. Unless you were accepted by the ancestors of Soul Rending Peak, it was impossible to use this entrance. Trying to f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y take control of the Master Symbol would result in your soul being obliterated.
Luckily, this was no problem for Dyon. It wasn't even worth mentioning.
That aside, it was because of this entrance that Dyon could promise the former core elders a chance to use the Mystical World once a month for ten hours.
Clara played with the hamster twins and Little Wind in her hands as Dyon scanned the area. Now that they had tethered themselves to Dyon's timeline, it was much easier for them to appear and disappear at will.
Soon, Dyon found what he was looking for. A small fountain in an equally small clearing appeared in his vision.
It was made of an ancient grey stone and was inscribed with a language Dyon didn't recognize.
Dyon's hand lightly brushed the ancient stone. "This water…"
'It seems that this water is only a few decades away from becoming Holy Water. You're lucky those greedy bastards couldn't come back here with the control of the Master Symbol, or else this would long be gone. The true Holy Water was used up in the war though…'
A thoughtful expression appeared on Dyon's features. He remembered that according to what he knew about the Life Stone, the active ability was known, but the passive ability was lost in time. He wondered if this Holy Water was related or not.
'In order to open the gates to the Mystical World, you have to speak the words on the fountain while also having control of the Master Symbol. It goes like …'
Dyon's voice grew hoarse trying to pronounce the words as his master dictated to him. By the time he finished the first phrase, he could already feel his vocal cords sheering apart. In the end, although he finished, he was violently coughing up blood.
Luckily, the fountain accepted his words as passable and began to slightly vibrate.
Unlike what Dyon expected, there was no grandiose ceremony. As he was slowly healing his throat, a calm blue portal appeared before the fountain, inviting him in.
In the end, Dyon didn't end up deciding on any constitutions. His master's words about the ancient constitutions intrigued him, but there was next to no information about them. Theoretically, those constitutions might not even be within Dyon. After all, the reason he had so many constitutions within himself was because they were taken from the billions of talents that should have been born on Earth but had their cultivations sealed. Simply put, there was no guarantee that someone had been born with constitution and thus had it transferred to Dyon. The only method Dyon had available to him was to meditate on the truths of his body. Since there was no information on ancient constitutions, he had to delve into his own body to see what secrets it was hiding. To do this, he had to gain more control of his body. It was similar to the way one had to forge their own path with their manifestations. Unfortunately, Dyon's understanding of his body was too low. The good news was that the treasures the Demon Sage hid might be the key to solving this issue. The next morning, Dyon stood on the peak watching the sun rise with Clara in his arms. "You really want to come?" Clara gave Dyon a sideways glance. "What? Am I only good enough to be a working disciple too?" Dyon laughed. "Fine, fine. Let's go then." With a simple push of wind will, Dyon soared into the skies with Clara still in his arms, her silver robes fluttering under the morning wind. After dual cultivating with Clara, not only had his injuries healed, he even felt slightly stronger. Soon, the husband-wife pair made their way to the back of Soul Rending Peak. The atmosphere could only be described as being filled with fengshui. Numerous small streams poured into just as many small lakes. The trees were so thick that it would take more than twenty a.d.u.l.ts to wrap around them fully. Even the air seemed far sweeter here It was no wonder it was an area restricted for the Master of the sect. The dawn's light seemed to give the small area more character, filling those who saw it with a sense of calm. At that moment, Dyon was thankful for the Life Stone. If it hadn't repaired this area after the war, he would have never seen such a beautiful scene. "When we get married, let's get married here." Dyon suddenly said. It was as though he couldn't control his words, but he clearly meant what he said. "Let's raise our children here too." A smile bloomed on Clara's delicate lips. She didn't trust her voice, so she just nodded, falling further into Dyon's embrace. She had thought for a moment that Dyon had forgotten that she, Ri and Madeleine still wanted a wedding, but this clearly proved otherwise. Although their souls were connected, Clara, Ri and Madeleine didn't want to let go of their childish dreams. Of course, Dyon would fulfill their wishes. ** There were two entrances to the Mystical Realm. One was set on a timer, meant to open once every ten years in order to test disciples. This entrance was meant to be opened a few days ago, but it never opened. This was because the array had the ability to sense danger. Knowing that Soul Rending Peak was suffering an assault and also sensing many unfamiliar auras, it remained closed. The second entrance was only able to be opened by the Master Symbol. Unless you were accepted by the ancestors of Soul Rending Peak, it was impossible to use this entrance. Trying to f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y take control of the Master Symbol would result in your soul being obliterated. Luckily, this was no problem for Dyon. It wasn't even worth mentioning. That aside, it was because of this entrance that Dyon could promise the former core elders a chance to use the Mystical World once a month for ten hours. Clara played with the hamster twins and Little Wind in her hands as Dyon scanned the area. Now that they had tethered themselves to Dyon's timeline, it was much easier for them to appear and disappear at will. Soon, Dyon found what he was looking for. A small fountain in an equally small clearing appeared in his vision. It was made of an ancient grey stone and was inscribed with a language Dyon didn't recognize. Dyon's hand lightly brushed the ancient stone. "This water" 'It seems that this water is only a few decades away from becoming Holy Water. You're lucky those greedy bastards couldn't come back here with the control of the Master Symbol, or else this would long be gone. The true Holy Water was used up in the war though' A thoughtful expression appeared on Dyon's features. He remembered that according to what he knew about the Life Stone, the active ability was known, but the passive ability was lost in time. He wondered if this Holy Water was related or not. 'In order to open the gates to the Mystical World, you have to speak the words on the fountain while also having control of the Master Symbol. It goes like ' Dyon's voice grew hoarse trying to pronounce the words as his master dictated to him. By the time he finished the first phrase, he could already feel his vocal cords sheering apart. In the end, although he finished, he was violently coughing up blood. Luckily, the fountain accepted his words as passable and began to slightly vibrate. Unlike what Dyon expected, there was no grandiose ceremony. As he was slowly healing his throat, a calm blue portal appeared before the fountain, inviting him in.
