Chapter 1511: 1511
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Dyon leisurely entered the group of spectators, commanding his own space. From what he could see, little more than thirty or so individuals from the over two hundred that entered were here. Where the rest of them were? He didn't entirely know, but he guessed that they either were hiding from the strengthening beasts or searching blindly for this sky castle, still.
When he appeared, Dyon felt a growing killing intent from two peak celestials within the Sapientia disciples, both of whom were women wearing azure robes fluctuating with illusory images of comets. Clearly, these two were Comet Lords of the Alchemy faction.
If Dyon remembered correctly, Wilder was a white robed genius of the weapon's, runic veins, and alchemy masters. So, he was under the purview of these peak celestials. It seemed that even when he revealed his Moon Lord status, some still hid some animosity toward him.
The injured Wilder was nowhere to be seen, but Blythe was here. She sent an angered glare toward Dyon, but he could tell that it didn't reach the level of the former two women. Clearly, although this girl was a little prickly, she wasn't quick to wish death upon people unlike her counterparts.
Aside from them, Dyon noticed that among the Flaming Lily Disciples, only Yandevere, Sabona and one other peak celestial was here. He had been keeping tabs on the others, and they seemed to have no been able to make it here.
Of course, the largest group was undoubtedly those of the Golden Flame Sect. Not only were top ranked Inner Disciples like Angela here, in her blazing and scant golden armor, God Goldeen along with his four peak celestial protectors were also here.
Then, there were loners like True God Tatsuya and Falkor who still looked toward Dyon like they could leap toward him to fight at any moment.
'Interesting, it seems that no one wants to make a move and suffer a loss first. At the same time, no one wants to take the lead either because of how difficult it is to command so many strong headed individuals. No wonder these people haven't gotten anywhere even though I took my time…' Dyon spoke to himself.
'Red, Green. Are there any tricks to this?'
Green, who was a woman as well, just like Red, spoke first. 'No tricks. It's just that the door to the castle is particularly heavy. But, aside from that, if you're fast enough, you can ignore the puppets and enter directly. Not only can they not step out more than a kilometer from the castle doors, they also cannot enter.'
'Heavy?' Dyon raised an eyebrow. 'How heavy are we talking?'
If he had time, Dyon was confident in moving any door restricted to the realm of a celestial. However, there was a pseudo-dao expert among the puppets. If it took more than a split second, he was as good as finished. Although the puppets down there were only comparable to higher third grade and lower second grade experts, a pseudo-dao expert was trouble for Dyon, even after his improvement.
'About half a billion jin per door.' Green responded nonchalantly.
Dyon suddenly felt a headache coming on. The threshold of strength for a dao expert was a billion jin. Moving both doors was asking for too much without enough time.
'You should also know that the doors are attached to a spring mechanism.' Red's voice called out. 'Individually, their weight isn't a billion jin, it's only after the spring is taken into account that they are.'
Dyon's headache grew. No tricks, you say? This was the worst kind of trick.
The fact there was a spring made matters a million times worse. That meant they needed to continuously apply force instead of inching the doors open step by step. It was near impossible for one person to do this alone. Not at their cultivation realm, anyway.
Suddenly Dyon's eyes flashed with an idea. He had planned on using the second phase to clear his enemies and enter the third phase calmly, but it seemed it would be impossible now. With the lingering thought that this world might not be so simple as it seems, he had wanted to focus his entire mind on potential tricks the Lord Creator might play… Unfortunately, nothing in the martial world allowed everything to go according to plan.
God Goldeen cleared his throat. "I know that everyone here is a genius in their own right, but standing here isn't very productive. I believe that we should …"
Dyon ignored the annoying, uppity speech that rung in his ears. With a thought, the beast babies disappeared into his inner world, and he flashed before Sabona, Yandevere and the third peak celestial. It wasn't long before he explained himself. Though the third peak celestial, a disciple named Kali, didn't agree, Yandevere and Sabona did, disappearing into Dyon's tower.
Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Dyon flashed into the kilometer radius of the sky castle.
The formerly dormant Sentries suddenly shook awake, their silver armor clanging as their visors shone a bright red. The golden armored pseudo-dao Sentry stepped backward first, protecting the door as the 49 silver armored Sentries charged, the banging of their weapons drowning out God Goldeen's voice.
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Dyon leisurely entered the group of spectators, commanding his own space. From what he could see, little more than thirty or so individuals from the over two hundred that entered were here. Where the rest of them were? He didn't entirely know, but he guessed that they either were hiding from the strengthening beasts or searching blindly for this sky castle, still.
When he appeared, Dyon felt a growing killing intent from two peak celestials within the Sapientia disciples, both of whom were women wearing azure robes fluctuating with illusory images of comets. Clearly, these two were Comet Lords of the Alchemy faction.
If Dyon remembered correctly, Wilder was a white robed genius of the weapon's, runic veins, and alchemy masters. So, he was under the purview of these peak celestials. It seemed that even when he revealed his Moon Lord status, some still hid some animosity toward him.
The injured Wilder was nowhere to be seen, but Blythe was here. She sent an angered glare toward Dyon, but he could tell that it didn't reach the level of the former two women. Clearly, although this girl was a little prickly, she wasn't quick to wish death upon people unlike her counterparts.
Aside from them, Dyon noticed that among the Flaming Lily Disciples, only Yandevere, Sabona and one other peak celestial was here. He had been keeping tabs on the others, and they seemed to have no been able to make it here.
Of course, the largest group was undoubtedly those of the Golden Flame Sect. Not only were top ranked Inner Disciples like Angela here, in her blazing and scant golden armor, God Goldeen along with his four peak celestial protectors were also here.
Then, there were loners like True God Tatsuya and Falkor who still looked toward Dyon like they could leap toward him to fight at any moment.
'Interesting, it seems that no one wants to make a move and suffer a loss first. At the same time, no one wants to take the lead either because of how difficult it is to command so many strong headed individuals. No wonder these people haven't gotten anywhere even though I took my time…' Dyon spoke to himself.
'Red, Green. Are there any tricks to this?'
Green, who was a woman as well, just like Red, spoke first. 'No tricks. It's just that the door to the castle is particularly heavy. But, aside from that, if you're fast enough, you can ignore the puppets and enter directly. Not only can they not step out more than a kilometer from the castle doors, they also cannot enter.'
'Heavy?' Dyon raised an eyebrow. 'How heavy are we talking?'
If he had time, Dyon was confident in moving any door restricted to the realm of a celestial. However, there was a pseudo-dao expert among the puppets. If it took more than a split second, he was as good as finished. Although the puppets down there were only comparable to higher third grade and lower second grade experts, a pseudo-dao expert was trouble for Dyon, even after his improvement.
'About half a billion jin per door.' Green responded nonchalantly.
Dyon suddenly felt a headache coming on. The threshold of strength for a dao expert was a billion jin. Moving both doors was asking for too much without enough time.
'You should also know that the doors are attached to a spring mechanism.' Red's voice called out. 'Individually, their weight isn't a billion jin, it's only after the spring is taken into account that they are.'
Dyon's headache grew. No tricks, you say? This was the worst kind of trick.
The fact there was a spring made matters a million times worse. That meant they needed to continuously apply force instead of inching the doors open step by step. It was near impossible for one person to do this alone. Not at their cultivation realm, anyway.
Suddenly Dyon's eyes flashed with an idea. He had planned on using the second phase to clear his enemies and enter the third phase calmly, but it seemed it would be impossible now. With the lingering thought that this world might not be so simple as it seems, he had wanted to focus his entire mind on potential tricks the Lord Creator might play… Unfortunately, nothing in the martial world allowed everything to go according to plan.
God Goldeen cleared his throat. "I know that everyone here is a genius in their own right, but standing here isn't very productive. I believe that we should …"
Dyon ignored the annoying, uppity speech that rung in his ears. With a thought, the beast babies disappeared into his inner world, and he flashed before Sabona, Yandevere and the third peak celestial. It wasn't long before he explained himself. Though the third peak celestial, a disciple named Kali, didn't agree, Yandevere and Sabona did, disappearing into Dyon's tower.
Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Dyon flashed into the kilometer radius of the sky castle.
The formerly dormant Sentries suddenly shook awake, their silver armor clanging as their visors shone a bright red. The golden armored pseudo-dao Sentry stepped backward first, protecting the door as the 49 silver armored Sentries charged, the banging of their weapons drowning out God Goldeen's voice.
Dyon leisurely entered the group of spectators, commanding his own space. From what he could see, little more than thirty or so individuals from the over two hundred that entered were here. Where the rest of them were? He didn't entirely know, but he guessed that they either were hiding from the strengthening beasts or searching blindly for this sky castle, still. When he appeared, Dyon felt a growing killing intent from two peak celestials within the Sapientia disciples, both of whom were women wearing azure robes fluctuating with illusory images of comets. Clearly, these two were Comet Lords of the Alchemy faction. If Dyon remembered correctly, Wilder was a white robed genius of the weapon's, runic veins, and alchemy masters. So, he was under the purview of these peak celestials. It seemed that even when he revealed his Moon Lord status, some still hid some animosity toward him. The injured Wilder was nowhere to be seen, but Blythe was here. She sent an angered glare toward Dyon, but he could tell that it didn't reach the level of the former two women. Clearly, although this girl was a little prickly, she wasn't quick to wish death upon people unlike her counterparts. Aside from them, Dyon noticed that among the Flaming Lily Disciples, only Yandevere, Sabona and one other peak celestial was here. He had been keeping tabs on the others, and they seemed to have no been able to make it here. Of course, the largest group was undoubtedly those of the Golden Flame Sect. Not only were top ranked Inner Disciples like Angela here, in her blazing and scant golden armor, God Goldeen along with his four peak celestial protectors were also here. Then, there were loners like True God Tatsuya and Falkor who still looked toward Dyon like they could leap toward him to fight at any moment. 'Interesting, it seems that no one wants to make a move and suffer a loss first. At the same time, no one wants to take the lead either because of how difficult it is to command so many strong headed individuals. No wonder these people haven't gotten anywhere even though I took my time' Dyon spoke to himself. 'Red, Green. Are there any tricks to this?' Green, who was a woman as well, just like Red, spoke first. 'No tricks. It's just that the door to the castle is particularly heavy. But, aside from that, if you're fast enough, you can ignore the puppets and enter directly. Not only can they not step out more than a kilometer from the castle doors, they also cannot enter.' 'Heavy?' Dyon raised an eyebrow. 'How heavy are we talking?' If he had time, Dyon was confident in moving any door restricted to the realm of a celestial. However, there was a pseudo-dao expert among the puppets. If it took more than a split second, he was as good as finished. Although the puppets down there were only comparable to higher third grade and lower second grade experts, a pseudo-dao expert was trouble for Dyon, even after his improvement. 'About half a billion jin per door.' Green responded nonchalantly. Dyon suddenly felt a headache coming on. The threshold of strength for a dao expert was a billion jin. Moving both doors was asking for too much without enough time. 'You should also know that the doors are attached to a spring mechanism.' Red's voice called out. 'Individually, their weight isn't a billion jin, it's only after the spring is taken into account that they are.' Dyon's headache grew. No tricks, you say? This was the worst kind of trick. The fact there was a spring made matters a million times worse. That meant they needed to continuously apply force instead of inching the doors open step by step. It was near impossible for one person to do this alone. Not at their cultivation realm, anyway. Suddenly Dyon's eyes flashed with an idea. He had planned on using the second phase to clear his enemies and enter the third phase calmly, but it seemed it would be impossible now. With the lingering thought that this world might not be so simple as it seems, he had wanted to focus his entire mind on potential tricks the Lord Creator might play Unfortunately, nothing in the martial world allowed everything to go according to plan. God Goldeen cleared his throat. "I know that everyone here is a genius in their own right, but standing here isn't very productive. I believe that we should " Dyon ignored the annoying, uppity speech that rung in his ears. With a thought, the beast babies disappeared into his inner world, and he flashed before Sabona, Yandevere and the third peak celestial. It wasn't long before he explained himself. Though the third peak celestial, a disciple named Kali, didn't agree, Yandevere and Sabona did, disappearing into Dyon's tower. Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Dyon flashed into the kilometer radius of the sky castle. The formerly dormant Sentries suddenly shook awake, their silver armor clanging as their visors shone a bright red. The golden armored pseudo-dao Sentry stepped backward first, protecting the door as the 49 silver armored Sentries charged, the banging of their weapons drowning out God Goldeen's voice.
