Chapter 1445: 1445
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Dyon dragged the several hundred-meter-long corpse to the shore. By now, he had fitted himself with a pair of black sweatpants and had released the four celestial beasts who decided to remain in their toddler forms.
Finally, he looked back toward the still confused Flaming Lily Sect disciples.
"I understand that you all have your own pride, or else you would have never been chosen for this trial. You're the best of the younger generation your sect has to offer and as such, you deserve to grow." Dyon's eyes scanned the crowd of women. It was clear that they hadn't expected him to take their feelings into account. It was rare for even Emperors to care about the thoughts of others, let alone Gods and True Gods.
"I don't want you all to think of this as me looking down on you. Instead, take it as a partnership." Dyon shook his head. "I know what you're thinking and that's not what I mean. I have no intention of taking part in the treasures you yourselves find and earn. The only thing I want in return from you all is your ability to fight when it comes time to.
"Although others might see me as very powerful, I'm limited in what I can do alone. Will you agree to help me?" Dyon smiled warmly.
Maybe it was the valiant image of a handsome man standing before the corpse of a beast he had slayed, or maybe it was the fact he seemed to care and understand their feelings, but even those who had planned to oppose couldn't find it in their hearts to do so. It felt to them that Dyon wasn't just a person they could trust, he was also a person worth following and laying you life down for.
By this point in his cultivation, Dyon no longer needed to actively release his Presence to influence others. His disposition as a leader was already so refined that he exuded charisma few could match. Matching this with his prince charming-like appearance and he was already just a small step away from his goal before he even began to speak.
Still, this didn't mean that he faced no opposition whatsoever. No matter how charming he was, these women had only just met him and they were more prideful than to simply fall for a pretty face. Although Dyon hadn't said it, it was clear that this fight he was referring to was against the Golden Crow Sect.
For one, their sect had sent double their numbers. Even after Dyon killed off a dozen of them, their numbers were still deeper by almost forty or so individuals.
In addition, the Golden Crow Sect disciples had access to far better resources, techniques, and talents than they did. This didn't even mention the fact that the Goldeen and Crow families shared two halves of the ancient Golden Crow bloodline, an extinct beast that had once stood as equal to Dragons and Phoenixes. This morsel of truth was especially prevalent since it practically made this Mystical World their backyard.
Plus, Dyon had said it himself. He was too weak alone. Even though he was a True God, Christian III was already a middle celestial and a God himself! While Dyon wasn't even a celestial.
The truth was that Yandevere could defeat God Goldeen easily one on one, but he wouldn't be alone! He was sent in with four peak celestial protectors. Although they were only between the first and third orders while Yandevere was of the fifth, if they combined their strengths, Yandevere could only run.
Dyon watched their emotions flash across their eyes, keying in on their turmoil.
"What kind of sect do you want to inherit?" Dyon suddenly asked.
The Flaming Lily Sect disciples froze, looking up toward Dyon and already understanding what he meant.
"For a long time, the Flaming Lily Sect has played second fiddle to the Golden Crow Sect. This isn't because you birthed less talents. It isn't because an all female sect is inherently weaker. It isn't because your ancestors built a shattered foundation. It's because you've been too kind to yourselves and not kind enough to the sister by your side!"
Dyon's words were like thunder in their ears. They had never heard such an eloquent way of calling someone selfish, yet they couldn't bring themselves to be angry.
They had watched so many of their sisters disappear over the years, yet they had done nothing. Mostly it was because they didn't believe that they could change anything themselves, but wasn't that what Dyon called being too kind to themselves? They simply used their own inadequacies as an excuse for not working toward a higher goal… Some of them would be happy to just reach the peak celestial realm one day, other would be content to simply touch upon the dao formation realm, was this the kind of mentality a cultivator should have?
Dyon smiled. He didn't expect to change the disposition of a person with a single speech, he just wanted to show them a path they could take should they want better for themselves.
"My proposal is simple. Stay within ten thousand kilometers of me. Whatever you find under my protection is yours and yours alone, I won't take any part in it. As long as you follow that singular rule, I guarantee that you all will survive this Mystical World."
Dyon didn't explain any further. He spoke as though maintaining complete control over ten thousand kilometers was an easy task, something they all found difficult to believe. However, he meant what he said.
"Some time in the future, I'll call you all back. I hope that you'll heed this call when the time comes."
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Dyon dragged the several hundred-meter-long corpse to the shore. By now, he had fitted himself with a pair of black sweatpants and had released the four celestial beasts who decided to remain in their toddler forms.
Finally, he looked back toward the still confused Flaming Lily Sect disciples.
"I understand that you all have your own pride, or else you would have never been chosen for this trial. You're the best of the younger generation your sect has to offer and as such, you deserve to grow." Dyon's eyes scanned the crowd of women. It was clear that they hadn't expected him to take their feelings into account. It was rare for even Emperors to care about the thoughts of others, let alone Gods and True Gods.
"I don't want you all to think of this as me looking down on you. Instead, take it as a partnership." Dyon shook his head. "I know what you're thinking and that's not what I mean. I have no intention of taking part in the treasures you yourselves find and earn. The only thing I want in return from you all is your ability to fight when it comes time to.
"Although others might see me as very powerful, I'm limited in what I can do alone. Will you agree to help me?" Dyon smiled warmly.
Maybe it was the valiant image of a handsome man standing before the corpse of a beast he had slayed, or maybe it was the fact he seemed to care and understand their feelings, but even those who had planned to oppose couldn't find it in their hearts to do so. It felt to them that Dyon wasn't just a person they could trust, he was also a person worth following and laying you life down for.
By this point in his cultivation, Dyon no longer needed to actively release his Presence to influence others. His disposition as a leader was already so refined that he exuded charisma few could match. Matching this with his prince charming-like appearance and he was already just a small step away from his goal before he even began to speak.
Still, this didn't mean that he faced no opposition whatsoever. No matter how charming he was, these women had only just met him and they were more prideful than to simply fall for a pretty face. Although Dyon hadn't said it, it was clear that this fight he was referring to was against the Golden Crow Sect.
For one, their sect had sent double their numbers. Even after Dyon killed off a dozen of them, their numbers were still deeper by almost forty or so individuals.
In addition, the Golden Crow Sect disciples had access to far better resources, techniques, and talents than they did. This didn't even mention the fact that the Goldeen and Crow families shared two halves of the ancient Golden Crow bloodline, an extinct beast that had once stood as equal to Dragons and Phoenixes. This morsel of truth was especially prevalent since it practically made this Mystical World their backyard.
Plus, Dyon had said it himself. He was too weak alone. Even though he was a True God, Christian III was already a middle celestial and a God himself! While Dyon wasn't even a celestial.
The truth was that Yandevere could defeat God Goldeen easily one on one, but he wouldn't be alone! He was sent in with four peak celestial protectors. Although they were only between the first and third orders while Yandevere was of the fifth, if they combined their strengths, Yandevere could only run.
Dyon watched their emotions flash across their eyes, keying in on their turmoil.
"What kind of sect do you want to inherit?" Dyon suddenly asked.
The Flaming Lily Sect disciples froze, looking up toward Dyon and already understanding what he meant.
"For a long time, the Flaming Lily Sect has played second fiddle to the Golden Crow Sect. This isn't because you birthed less talents. It isn't because an all female sect is inherently weaker. It isn't because your ancestors built a shattered foundation. It's because you've been too kind to yourselves and not kind enough to the sister by your side!"
Dyon's words were like thunder in their ears. They had never heard such an eloquent way of calling someone selfish, yet they couldn't bring themselves to be angry.
They had watched so many of their sisters disappear over the years, yet they had done nothing. Mostly it was because they didn't believe that they could change anything themselves, but wasn't that what Dyon called being too kind to themselves? They simply used their own inadequacies as an excuse for not working toward a higher goal… Some of them would be happy to just reach the peak celestial realm one day, other would be content to simply touch upon the dao formation realm, was this the kind of mentality a cultivator should have?
Dyon smiled. He didn't expect to change the disposition of a person with a single speech, he just wanted to show them a path they could take should they want better for themselves.
"My proposal is simple. Stay within ten thousand kilometers of me. Whatever you find under my protection is yours and yours alone, I won't take any part in it. As long as you follow that singular rule, I guarantee that you all will survive this Mystical World."
Dyon didn't explain any further. He spoke as though maintaining complete control over ten thousand kilometers was an easy task, something they all found difficult to believe. However, he meant what he said.
"Some time in the future, I'll call you all back. I hope that you'll heed this call when the time comes."
Dyon dragged the several hundred-meter-long corpse to the shore. By now, he had fitted himself with a pair of black sweatpants and had released the four celestial beasts who decided to remain in their toddler forms. Finally, he looked back toward the still confused Flaming Lily Sect disciples. "I understand that you all have your own pride, or else you would have never been chosen for this trial. You're the best of the younger generation your sect has to offer and as such, you deserve to grow." Dyon's eyes scanned the crowd of women. It was clear that they hadn't expected him to take their feelings into account. It was rare for even Emperors to care about the thoughts of others, let alone Gods and True Gods. "I don't want you all to think of this as me looking down on you. Instead, take it as a partnership." Dyon shook his head. "I know what you're thinking and that's not what I mean. I have no intention of taking part in the treasures you yourselves find and earn. The only thing I want in return from you all is your ability to fight when it comes time to. "Although others might see me as very powerful, I'm limited in what I can do alone. Will you agree to help me?" Dyon smiled warmly. Maybe it was the valiant image of a handsome man standing before the corpse of a beast he had slayed, or maybe it was the fact he seemed to care and understand their feelings, but even those who had planned to oppose couldn't find it in their hearts to do so. It felt to them that Dyon wasn't just a person they could trust, he was also a person worth following and laying you life down for. By this point in his cultivation, Dyon no longer needed to actively release his Presence to influence others. His disposition as a leader was already so refined that he exuded charisma few could match. Matching this with his prince charming-like appearance and he was already just a small step away from his goal before he even began to speak. Still, this didn't mean that he faced no opposition whatsoever. No matter how charming he was, these women had only just met him and they were more prideful than to simply fall for a pretty face. Although Dyon hadn't said it, it was clear that this fight he was referring to was against the Golden Crow Sect. For one, their sect had sent double their numbers. Even after Dyon killed off a dozen of them, their numbers were still deeper by almost forty or so individuals. In addition, the Golden Crow Sect disciples had access to far better resources, techniques, and talents than they did. This didn't even mention the fact that the Goldeen and Crow families shared two halves of the ancient Golden Crow bloodline, an extinct beast that had once stood as equal to Dragons and Phoenixes. This morsel of truth was especially prevalent since it practically made this Mystical World their backyard. Plus, Dyon had said it himself. He was too weak alone. Even though he was a True God, Christian III was already a middle celestial and a God himself! While Dyon wasn't even a celestial. The truth was that Yandevere could defeat God Goldeen easily one on one, but he wouldn't be alone! He was sent in with four peak celestial protectors. Although they were only between the first and third orders while Yandevere was of the fifth, if they combined their strengths, Yandevere could only run. Dyon watched their emotions flash across their eyes, keying in on their turmoil. "What kind of sect do you want to inherit?" Dyon suddenly asked. The Flaming Lily Sect disciples froze, looking up toward Dyon and already understanding what he meant. "For a long time, the Flaming Lily Sect has played second fiddle to the Golden Crow Sect. This isn't because you birthed less talents. It isn't because an all female sect is inherently weaker. It isn't because your ancestors built a shattered foundation. It's because you've been too kind to yourselves and not kind enough to the sister by your side!" Dyon's words were like thunder in their ears. They had never heard such an eloquent way of calling someone selfish, yet they couldn't bring themselves to be angry. They had watched so many of their sisters disappear over the years, yet they had done nothing. Mostly it was because they didn't believe that they could change anything themselves, but wasn't that what Dyon called being too kind to themselves? They simply used their own inadequacies as an excuse for not working toward a higher goal Some of them would be happy to just reach the peak celestial realm one day, other would be content to simply touch upon the dao formation realm, was this the kind of mentality a cultivator should have? Dyon smiled. He didn't expect to change the disposition of a person with a single speech, he just wanted to show them a path they could take should they want better for themselves. "My proposal is simple. Stay within ten thousand kilometers of me. Whatever you find under my protection is yours and yours alone, I won't take any part in it. As long as you follow that singular rule, I guarantee that you all will survive this Mystical World." Dyon didn't explain any further. He spoke as though maintaining complete control over ten thousand kilometers was an easy task, something they all found difficult to believe. However, he meant what he said. "Some time in the future, I'll call you all back. I hope that you'll heed this call when the time comes."
