Chapter 1587: 1587
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When Dyon awoke from his dream of creating an undefeatable army with Sparks, he realized why he didn't feel the heat of these blue flames. It wasn't that he had grown so outrageously powerful, but an ability of the Sovereign Flame. Due to its [Subdue] ability, he had grown practically immune to flames, scaling directly to his level of Presence.
As things stood now, Presence was still fundamentally a martial art, rooted in the human body. This meant that the strength of his Presence was rooted in the strength of his body. It should technically be possible to ignore any celestial flame.
However, the matter was more complex than this. Obviously, not all celestial flames were created equal. The title of celestial flame was similar to the title of celestial realm cultivator. Obviously, not all celestials had the same power. So, Dyon could ignore Flames relative to the Unique Flame Rankings.
With King Level Presence, even the top 100 unique flames would have to bow to Dyon. However, the top 30 would do no such thing – they would require emperor level Presence. Finally, even Emperor Level Presence was useless against the top 10, and even Peak Emperor Level Presence had to give way to the top 3.
Currently, Dyon's Presence was of the Peak King Level. That meant that if he had to face the rank 15 Purgatory Flames again, the abilities of the Sovereign Flame would be useless. Although Purgatory Flames are top 3 in offensive power, it is only 15th overall.
Dyon breathed out a soft breath, walking his way through the castle and back into the throne room.
By now, the third phase castle was in shambles. What once was the lofty and beautiful core of this mystical world had been shattered by Dyon's tribulation.
In truth, none of the attacks Dyon faced were strong enough to break this castle. The material was far too sturdy. It was just that the Heavens had the ability to supersede the strength Dyon faced for a moment in order to expose Dyon to its clouds. Obviously, tribulation clouds couldn't appeared within the castle, so it had to force Dyon out.
As things stood now, the still reddened skies above were viewable from within the tattered throne room as the roof had been torn apart.
Oddly enough, when Dyon and Madeleine appeared in the throne room, they found nothing. Other than the now empty skeleton of the Lord Creator and his supreme grade robes, there was nothing left. Well, there was the sea of blue flames, but Dyon didn't believe it was worth all of this trouble.
Even Red and Green seemed to have died. Dyon had previously been able to sense their presence within his mind's eye, but their life forces dissipated when Orcus breathed his final breath.
Of course, this was more understandable now. After finding out that Orcus had the Death God Body, Dyon understood that the guardians were actually just his corpse puppets. It now made perfect sense why they called him Lord Creator. As for why they had sentience, there were two possible explanations.
The first was that Orcus paid a price to maintain their minds after their deaths. This was what he had planned to do to Dyon.
The second was that he refined their corpses to such a great degree that they birthed corpse spirits. This concept was similar to item spirits. Corpses that birthed their own spirits were far more agile and intelligent in battle, not to mention far more powerful. However, it took a lot of effort to refine a corpse to this degree.
"This isn't right." Dyon said with a frown. "I'm certain that this mystical world is actually a legacy world, so where is the legacy."
Madeleine flew from Dyon's arms, catching him slightly off guard, but when he saw her destination, he suddenly understood.
Grasping at the crown that sagged from Orcus' blackened skull, Madeleine sent her senses toward it before shaking her head in a daze. There were dozens of gems on this crown and each one was actually a vast hidden space, containing innumerous resources.
Madeleine smiled, floating back to land in Dyon's arms. "Take a look."
When Dyon's consciousness entered one of the gems, he suddenly understood why it was that Orcus seemingly didn't care about the resources on the ground… He had actually been acc.u.mulating them for years!
Before now, the amount of timeless and spaceless stones Dyon acc.u.mulated was only enough to cover a solar system. Also this was quite a large area, it was too small for Dyon's needs. However, the acc.u.mulated amount here was enough for five universes! It was akin to a difference between heaven and earth.
Dyon was certain that there should have been far more. However, for some reason Dyon was unaware of, Orcus used much of it, or else how vast would trillions of years' worth of resources be? Dyon suspected that this was related to the fact that this wasn't a true legacy world, but a hybrid of sorts. This was what allowed Orcus so many degrees of freedom. The Heavens likely helped out partially, but Orcus needed to make up for the rest.
Still, Dyon was satisfied. This much would be enough to last him for many decades until he was ready to reap the harvest of his plans.
As Dyon continued to look, he smiled at what he found, however he wasn't over the moon. None of these things could count as Orcus' legacy… Unless…
Dyon's eyes suddenly trained on the throne of black that sat untouched. Even with all the commotion around it, it was completely unscathed.
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When Dyon awoke from his dream of creating an undefeatable army with Sparks, he realized why he didn't feel the heat of these blue flames. It wasn't that he had grown so outrageously powerful, but an ability of the Sovereign Flame. Due to its [Subdue] ability, he had grown practically immune to flames, scaling directly to his level of Presence.
As things stood now, Presence was still fundamentally a martial art, rooted in the human body. This meant that the strength of his Presence was rooted in the strength of his body. It should technically be possible to ignore any celestial flame.
However, the matter was more complex than this. Obviously, not all celestial flames were created equal. The title of celestial flame was similar to the title of celestial realm cultivator. Obviously, not all celestials had the same power. So, Dyon could ignore Flames relative to the Unique Flame Rankings.
With King Level Presence, even the top 100 unique flames would have to bow to Dyon. However, the top 30 would do no such thing – they would require emperor level Presence. Finally, even Emperor Level Presence was useless against the top 10, and even Peak Emperor Level Presence had to give way to the top 3.
Currently, Dyon's Presence was of the Peak King Level. That meant that if he had to face the rank 15 Purgatory Flames again, the abilities of the Sovereign Flame would be useless. Although Purgatory Flames are top 3 in offensive power, it is only 15th overall.
Dyon breathed out a soft breath, walking his way through the castle and back into the throne room.
By now, the third phase castle was in shambles. What once was the lofty and beautiful core of this mystical world had been shattered by Dyon's tribulation.
In truth, none of the attacks Dyon faced were strong enough to break this castle. The material was far too sturdy. It was just that the Heavens had the ability to supersede the strength Dyon faced for a moment in order to expose Dyon to its clouds. Obviously, tribulation clouds couldn't appeared within the castle, so it had to force Dyon out.
As things stood now, the still reddened skies above were viewable from within the tattered throne room as the roof had been torn apart.
Oddly enough, when Dyon and Madeleine appeared in the throne room, they found nothing. Other than the now empty skeleton of the Lord Creator and his supreme grade robes, there was nothing left. Well, there was the sea of blue flames, but Dyon didn't believe it was worth all of this trouble.
Even Red and Green seemed to have died. Dyon had previously been able to sense their presence within his mind's eye, but their life forces dissipated when Orcus breathed his final breath.
Of course, this was more understandable now. After finding out that Orcus had the Death God Body, Dyon understood that the guardians were actually just his corpse puppets. It now made perfect sense why they called him Lord Creator. As for why they had sentience, there were two possible explanations.
The first was that Orcus paid a price to maintain their minds after their deaths. This was what he had planned to do to Dyon.
The second was that he refined their corpses to such a great degree that they birthed corpse spirits. This concept was similar to item spirits. Corpses that birthed their own spirits were far more agile and intelligent in battle, not to mention far more powerful. However, it took a lot of effort to refine a corpse to this degree.
"This isn't right." Dyon said with a frown. "I'm certain that this mystical world is actually a legacy world, so where is the legacy."
Madeleine flew from Dyon's arms, catching him slightly off guard, but when he saw her destination, he suddenly understood.
Grasping at the crown that sagged from Orcus' blackened skull, Madeleine sent her senses toward it before shaking her head in a daze. There were dozens of gems on this crown and each one was actually a vast hidden space, containing innumerous resources.
Madeleine smiled, floating back to land in Dyon's arms. "Take a look."
When Dyon's consciousness entered one of the gems, he suddenly understood why it was that Orcus seemingly didn't care about the resources on the ground… He had actually been acc.u.mulating them for years!
Before now, the amount of timeless and spaceless stones Dyon acc.u.mulated was only enough to cover a solar system. Also this was quite a large area, it was too small for Dyon's needs. However, the acc.u.mulated amount here was enough for five universes! It was akin to a difference between heaven and earth.
Dyon was certain that there should have been far more. However, for some reason Dyon was unaware of, Orcus used much of it, or else how vast would trillions of years' worth of resources be? Dyon suspected that this was related to the fact that this wasn't a true legacy world, but a hybrid of sorts. This was what allowed Orcus so many degrees of freedom. The Heavens likely helped out partially, but Orcus needed to make up for the rest.
Still, Dyon was satisfied. This much would be enough to last him for many decades until he was ready to reap the harvest of his plans.
As Dyon continued to look, he smiled at what he found, however he wasn't over the moon. None of these things could count as Orcus' legacy… Unless…
Dyon's eyes suddenly trained on the throne of black that sat untouched. Even with all the commotion around it, it was completely unscathed.
When Dyon awoke from his dream of creating an undefeatable army with Sparks, he realized why he didn't feel the heat of these blue flames. It wasn't that he had grown so outrageously powerful, but an ability of the Sovereign Flame. Due to its Subdue ability, he had grown practically immune to flames, scaling directly to his level of Presence. As things stood now, Presence was still fundamentally a martial art, rooted in the human body. This meant that the strength of his Presence was rooted in the strength of his body. It should technically be possible to ignore any celestial flame. However, the matter was more complex than this. Obviously, not all celestial flames were created equal. The title of celestial flame was similar to the title of celestial realm cultivator. Obviously, not all celestials had the same power. So, Dyon could ignore Flames relative to the Unique Flame Rankings. With King Level Presence, even the top 100 unique flames would have to bow to Dyon. However, the top 30 would do no such thing they would require emperor level Presence. Finally, even Emperor Level Presence was useless against the top 10, and even Peak Emperor Level Presence had to give way to the top 3. Currently, Dyon's Presence was of the Peak King Level. That meant that if he had to face the rank 15 Purgatory Flames again, the abilities of the Sovereign Flame would be useless. Although Purgatory Flames are top 3 in offensive power, it is only 15th overall. Dyon breathed out a soft breath, walking his way through the castle and back into the throne room. By now, the third phase castle was in shambles. What once was the lofty and beautiful core of this mystical world had been shattered by Dyon's tribulation. In truth, none of the attacks Dyon faced were strong enough to break this castle. The material was far too sturdy. It was just that the Heavens had the ability to supersede the strength Dyon faced for a moment in order to expose Dyon to its clouds. Obviously, tribulation clouds couldn't appeared within the castle, so it had to force Dyon out. As things stood now, the still reddened skies above were viewable from within the tattered throne room as the roof had been torn apart. Oddly enough, when Dyon and Madeleine appeared in the throne room, they found nothing. Other than the now empty skeleton of the Lord Creator and his supreme grade robes, there was nothing left. Well, there was the sea of blue flames, but Dyon didn't believe it was worth all of this trouble. Even Red and Green seemed to have died. Dyon had previously been able to sense their presence within his mind's eye, but their life forces dissipated when Orcus breathed his final breath. Of course, this was more understandable now. After finding out that Orcus had the Death God Body, Dyon understood that the guardians were actually just his corpse puppets. It now made perfect sense why they called him Lord Creator. As for why they had sentience, there were two possible explanations. The first was that Orcus paid a price to maintain their minds after their deaths. This was what he had planned to do to Dyon. The second was that he refined their corpses to such a great degree that they birthed corpse spirits. This concept was similar to item spirits. Corpses that birthed their own spirits were far more agile and intelligent in battle, not to mention far more powerful. However, it took a lot of effort to refine a corpse to this degree. "This isn't right." Dyon said with a frown. "I'm certain that this mystical world is actually a legacy world, so where is the legacy." Madeleine flew from Dyon's arms, catching him slightly off guard, but when he saw her destination, he suddenly understood. Grasping at the crown that sagged from Orcus' blackened skull, Madeleine sent her senses toward it before shaking her head in a daze. There were dozens of gems on this crown and each one was actually a vast hidden space, containing innumerous resources. Madeleine smiled, floating back to land in Dyon's arms. "Take a look." When Dyon's consciousness entered one of the gems, he suddenly understood why it was that Orcus seemingly didn't care about the resources on the ground He had actually been acc.u.mulating them for years! Before now, the amount of timeless and spaceless stones Dyon acc.u.mulated was only enough to cover a solar system. Also this was quite a large area, it was too small for Dyon's needs. However, the acc.u.mulated amount here was enough for five universes! It was akin to a difference between heaven and earth. Dyon was certain that there should have been far more. However, for some reason Dyon was unaware of, Orcus used much of it, or else how vast would trillions of years' worth of resources be? Dyon suspected that this was related to the fact that this wasn't a true legacy world, but a hybrid of sorts. This was what allowed Orcus so many degrees of freedom. The Heavens likely helped out partially, but Orcus needed to make up for the rest. Still, Dyon was satisfied. This much would be enough to last him for many decades until he was ready to reap the harvest of his plans. As Dyon continued to look, he smiled at what he found, however he wasn't over the moon. None of these things could count as Orcus' legacy Unless Dyon's eyes suddenly trained on the throne of black that sat untouched. Even with all the commotion around it, it was completely unscathed.
