Chapter 1556: 1556
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Dyon grit his teeth. How many lives had been sacrificed to form this flame? This was already far more than what was needed to revive a dao expert at full power. Even reviving many high dao experts would hardly put a dent into this life essence.
This should have been great. With the help of these flames, creating his clones and reviving his master would be far easier. However, since when had Dyon lacked life essence? His Empire's center was graced by the Life Stone! At this point, he couldn't find any sort of happiness, all he felt was endless rage.
The gluttony displayed here… To continue gathering the life essence of thousands of young geniuses over trillions of years… Not only this Lord Creator, but the Golden Crow Sect deserved to be destroyed!
Dyon wasn't some sort of sanctimonious person. He didn't have a broad heart or an open mind, if he did, he wouldn't have tortured Lillianna for almost a hundred years. So, he had no issues using these flames even if they were the acc.u.mulations of the dead. However, that didn't mean that he wouldn't make the Lord Creator pay a severe price for his greed.
Together, Dyon and Madeleine walked forward, shooting down skeleton after skeleton. Although they would always rise back up, by the time they had, the couple could be a long ways past them.
Soon, Dyon realized that his black flames were a perfect counter to these immortal skeletons. With just a single thought from him, those skeletons never rose again.
It wasn't long before they had made their way into another throne room. This time, however, despite being just as large and seemingly as imposing as the others, Dyon pulled Madeleine back from stepping over the threshold. Despite there not being a change in his expression, his calm state of mind couldn't stop the physiological response of his body. He felt a cold sweat mat his back, covering his white, black and gold tattoos in a sheen of liquid.
Madeleine looked toward Dyon worriedly. Why did he react like this?
Although his grip was just as gentle on her hand, and his face hadn't shone any fluctuations, how could Madeleine not tell what inner turmoil was going on within him? Their souls were connected, after all.
The consequences of stepping onto and comprehending a portion of the beast path was rearing its ugly head. Dyon felt a pressure he had only felt one time before. But, in this case, while he felt a faint understanding that Evangeline wouldn't hurt him, a deep murderous intent showered him right now.
'No, this isn't the beast path. This is Presence. This person is very close to comprehending God level Presence…'
At the moment, the aura was very withdrawn and condensed, but Dyon's senses imperceptibly caught onto its outer edges. This Lord Creator's Presence had somehow perfectly fused with his kill intent.
Much like Battle Intent, Killing Intent was another intangible will on the Spirituality path. Those with Donari's constitution were able to form it far easier than others and even use it to directly attack the soul. Dyon couldn't help but shudder when he thought what the ramifications would be if this Lord Creator had Donari's abilities.
In such a situation, even if a dao expert was here, they would die with their eyes wide open.
'I was right to think that this was too dangerous…'
Dyon looked at Madeleine, but the resolute expression in her eyes made him sigh. If he really forced her to retreat, he felt that his kindhearted Madeleine would turn into a she-devil at the flip of a hat.
After a deep breath, Dyon's manifestations bloomed into existence. He stepped forward, crossing the barrier with absolute strength to his back.
It was at this moment that Madeleine finally felt what Dyon had felt. Her foot skidded backward involuntarily before she grit her teeth to stand by Dyon's side. If it wasn't for the strength of Dyon's body, he was certain that this wife of his would have grinded his hand to dust. But, he didn't say a word, continuing to hold her hand gently.
Suddenly, a familiar laughter akin to grinding bones filled their ears. A grating, 'Gya Gya Gya' resounded. It penetrated into their bones, and pierced through the soul. Dyon had been called a Reaper once before during Earth's World Tournament, but he felt that compared to this man, he was severely lacking.
"To think that you would actually come here. I was entirely prepared to slumber for another few billion years before finally completing my plans after you were long dead. But, to think you've given me the ability to complete it now."
In order to bring out the most power possible from his peak, the Lord Creator restricted himself not just to this third phase sky castle, but this throne room specifically. The higher the restriction, the more strength he received from it. As things stood now, although he was far weaker than a lower dao expert, he could kill a normal pseudo-dao expert with a single finger!
Dyon's gaze made his way to a skeleton that sat slumped on a throne, its body so limp that even the crown on its head seemed as though it could fall off at any moment.
"Come, be the sacrifice that fulfills this old man's dreams."
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Dyon grit his teeth. How many lives had been sacrificed to form this flame? This was already far more than what was needed to revive a dao expert at full power. Even reviving many high dao experts would hardly put a dent into this life essence.
This should have been great. With the help of these flames, creating his clones and reviving his master would be far easier. However, since when had Dyon lacked life essence? His Empire's center was graced by the Life Stone! At this point, he couldn't find any sort of happiness, all he felt was endless rage.
The gluttony displayed here… To continue gathering the life essence of thousands of young geniuses over trillions of years… Not only this Lord Creator, but the Golden Crow Sect deserved to be destroyed!
Dyon wasn't some sort of sanctimonious person. He didn't have a broad heart or an open mind, if he did, he wouldn't have tortured Lillianna for almost a hundred years. So, he had no issues using these flames even if they were the acc.u.mulations of the dead. However, that didn't mean that he wouldn't make the Lord Creator pay a severe price for his greed.
Together, Dyon and Madeleine walked forward, shooting down skeleton after skeleton. Although they would always rise back up, by the time they had, the couple could be a long ways past them.
Soon, Dyon realized that his black flames were a perfect counter to these immortal skeletons. With just a single thought from him, those skeletons never rose again.
It wasn't long before they had made their way into another throne room. This time, however, despite being just as large and seemingly as imposing as the others, Dyon pulled Madeleine back from stepping over the threshold. Despite there not being a change in his expression, his calm state of mind couldn't stop the physiological response of his body. He felt a cold sweat mat his back, covering his white, black and gold tattoos in a sheen of liquid.
Madeleine looked toward Dyon worriedly. Why did he react like this?
Although his grip was just as gentle on her hand, and his face hadn't shone any fluctuations, how could Madeleine not tell what inner turmoil was going on within him? Their souls were connected, after all.
The consequences of stepping onto and comprehending a portion of the beast path was rearing its ugly head. Dyon felt a pressure he had only felt one time before. But, in this case, while he felt a faint understanding that Evangeline wouldn't hurt him, a deep murderous intent showered him right now.
'No, this isn't the beast path. This is Presence. This person is very close to comprehending God level Presence…'
At the moment, the aura was very withdrawn and condensed, but Dyon's senses imperceptibly caught onto its outer edges. This Lord Creator's Presence had somehow perfectly fused with his kill intent.
Much like Battle Intent, Killing Intent was another intangible will on the Spirituality path. Those with Donari's constitution were able to form it far easier than others and even use it to directly attack the soul. Dyon couldn't help but shudder when he thought what the ramifications would be if this Lord Creator had Donari's abilities.
In such a situation, even if a dao expert was here, they would die with their eyes wide open.
'I was right to think that this was too dangerous…'
Dyon looked at Madeleine, but the resolute expression in her eyes made him sigh. If he really forced her to retreat, he felt that his kindhearted Madeleine would turn into a she-devil at the flip of a hat.
After a deep breath, Dyon's manifestations bloomed into existence. He stepped forward, crossing the barrier with absolute strength to his back.
It was at this moment that Madeleine finally felt what Dyon had felt. Her foot skidded backward involuntarily before she grit her teeth to stand by Dyon's side. If it wasn't for the strength of Dyon's body, he was certain that this wife of his would have grinded his hand to dust. But, he didn't say a word, continuing to hold her hand gently.
Suddenly, a familiar laughter akin to grinding bones filled their ears. A grating, 'Gya Gya Gya' resounded. It penetrated into their bones, and pierced through the soul. Dyon had been called a Reaper once before during Earth's World Tournament, but he felt that compared to this man, he was severely lacking.
"To think that you would actually come here. I was entirely prepared to slumber for another few billion years before finally completing my plans after you were long dead. But, to think you've given me the ability to complete it now."
In order to bring out the most power possible from his peak, the Lord Creator restricted himself not just to this third phase sky castle, but this throne room specifically. The higher the restriction, the more strength he received from it. As things stood now, although he was far weaker than a lower dao expert, he could kill a normal pseudo-dao expert with a single finger!
Dyon's gaze made his way to a skeleton that sat slumped on a throne, its body so limp that even the crown on its head seemed as though it could fall off at any moment.
"Come, be the sacrifice that fulfills this old man's dreams."
Dyon grit his teeth. How many lives had been sacrificed to form this flame? This was already far more than what was needed to revive a dao expert at full power. Even reviving many high dao experts would hardly put a dent into this life essence. This should have been great. With the help of these flames, creating his clones and reviving his master would be far easier. However, since when had Dyon lacked life essence? His Empire's center was graced by the Life Stone! At this point, he couldn't find any sort of happiness, all he felt was endless rage. The gluttony displayed here To continue gathering the life essence of thousands of young geniuses over trillions of years Not only this Lord Creator, but the Golden Crow Sect deserved to be destroyed! Dyon wasn't some sort of sanctimonious person. He didn't have a broad heart or an open mind, if he did, he wouldn't have tortured Lillianna for almost a hundred years. So, he had no issues using these flames even if they were the acc.u.mulations of the dead. However, that didn't mean that he wouldn't make the Lord Creator pay a severe price for his greed. Together, Dyon and Madeleine walked forward, shooting down skeleton after skeleton. Although they would always rise back up, by the time they had, the couple could be a long ways past them. Soon, Dyon realized that his black flames were a perfect counter to these immortal skeletons. With just a single thought from him, those skeletons never rose again. It wasn't long before they had made their way into another throne room. This time, however, despite being just as large and seemingly as imposing as the others, Dyon pulled Madeleine back from stepping over the threshold. Despite there not being a change in his expression, his calm state of mind couldn't stop the physiological response of his body. He felt a cold sweat mat his back, covering his white, black and gold tattoos in a sheen of liquid. Madeleine looked toward Dyon worriedly. Why did he react like this? Although his grip was just as gentle on her hand, and his face hadn't shone any fluctuations, how could Madeleine not tell what inner turmoil was going on within him? Their souls were connected, after all. The consequences of stepping onto and comprehending a portion of the beast path was rearing its ugly head. Dyon felt a pressure he had only felt one time before. But, in this case, while he felt a faint understanding that Evangeline wouldn't hurt him, a deep murderous intent showered him right now. 'No, this isn't the beast path. This is Presence. This person is very close to comprehending God level Presence' At the moment, the aura was very withdrawn and condensed, but Dyon's senses imperceptibly caught onto its outer edges. This Lord Creator's Presence had somehow perfectly fused with his kill intent. Much like Battle Intent, Killing Intent was another intangible will on the Spirituality path. Those with Donari's constitution were able to form it far easier than others and even use it to directly attack the soul. Dyon couldn't help but shudder when he thought what the ramifications would be if this Lord Creator had Donari's abilities. In such a situation, even if a dao expert was here, they would die with their eyes wide open. 'I was right to think that this was too dangerous' Dyon looked at Madeleine, but the resolute expression in her eyes made him sigh. If he really forced her to retreat, he felt that his kindhearted Madeleine would turn into a she-devil at the flip of a hat. After a deep breath, Dyon's manifestations bloomed into existence. He stepped forward, crossing the barrier with absolute strength to his back. It was at this moment that Madeleine finally felt what Dyon had felt. Her foot skidded backward involuntarily before she grit her teeth to stand by Dyon's side. If it wasn't for the strength of Dyon's body, he was certain that this wife of his would have grinded his hand to dust. But, he didn't say a word, continuing to hold her hand gently. Suddenly, a familiar laughter akin to grinding bones filled their ears. A grating, 'Gya Gya Gya' resounded. It penetrated into their bones, and pierced through the soul. Dyon had been called a Reaper once before during Earth's World Tournament, but he felt that compared to this man, he was severely lacking. "To think that you would actually come here. I was entirely prepared to slumber for another few billion years before finally completing my plans after you were long dead. But, to think you've given me the ability to complete it now." In order to bring out the most power possible from his peak, the Lord Creator restricted himself not just to this third phase sky castle, but this throne room specifically. The higher the restriction, the more strength he received from it. As things stood now, although he was far weaker than a lower dao expert, he could kill a normal pseudo-dao expert with a single finger! Dyon's gaze made his way to a skeleton that sat slumped on a throne, its body so limp that even the crown on its head seemed as though it could fall off at any moment. "Come, be the sacrifice that fulfills this old man's dreams."
