Chapter 1861: 1861
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Dyon looked on to a large crowd of individuals. He realized now how much his perspective had changed in the past few decades… In the past, such a gathering would seem o.b.s.c.e.n.ely large to him, a collection of several million people ought to be. But right now… he only felt that they were small and insignificant. If he wanted to kill them all, would it even take more than a thought? Would he even have to lift a finger?
They didn't pick some grand location. In fact, it was simply an endless plain of grass.
Dyon sat on a small elevated hill, wearing his same sweat pants and white t. It had been so long since some of the older individuals here saw sweat pants that they inadvertently felt a sense of comfort.
Clara, who sat by Dyon's side, smiled slightly. 'He hasn't even tried to speak yet, but he's already done far better than I did.'
When Clara descended upon this world, she was almost like a goddess amongst mortals. Not only had she become far more beautiful than any woman they had ever seen due to her cultivation, she was f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y reforming their lands with her absolute strength. Making people feel relaxed in such a situation was difficult.
Yet, even though Dyon had reached a realm of looks even beyond that, he somehow made them feel comfortable, as though he was their close friend. It also helped that Dyon's face was incredibly well known.
When individuals who survived Matriarch Niveus' strike saw Dyon, they were stunned. After all, they had already become old men and women, but Dyon looked like he had just celebrated his 21st birthday despite them knowing that he should be over 60 years old by now. The silent impact this had was strong. Who didn't want to live longer?
"I'm sure you all have mixed feelings about my appearance. It's been about 8 to 9 years now since the last time we appeared before you all. Those of you who acted as the parents, friends, mentors and family of those 36 young ones we took away… you must have a lot of built up worry."
The crowd grew slightly tense at these words.
"The truth of the matter is that I didn't want to face you all because I was disappointed, disappointed in the choice you made."
"I know what many of you are thinking. Who am I to look down on you for your choices?
"The truth is I'm nobody. In the martial world, I am nobody. There are countless millions of individuals who could take my life at a moment's whim. I didn't come here to oppress you with a power that doesn't really mean much in the grand scheme of things. I only want you all to think about whether that's the kind of life you want to live."
Dyon looked around him. "In this place, can you even live as the people of Earth once did?
"We were a people that were weak as individuals, but our minds and ingenuity brought us to the stars and beyond. We worked together to accomplish things those very individuals who could kill me with a finger could never fathom.
"We did this by exploring, by innovating, by pioneering new paths. We didn't do it by holing ourselves up in the safest place we could imagine and relying on others."
Those listening felt a burning in their hearts they could describe. Even those who wouldn't describe themselves as passionate felt their hearts being stirred.
The reality was that, though it was a majority that wanted to stay, there was a good segment of the population who wanted more for themselves and their children. Unfortunately, the actions of the many snuffed out the passion of the few, resulting in Clara only taking 36 young geniuses with her.
"Do you know how this all came to be?" Dyon spoke softly, but his voice easily carried over the plain.
"Many years ago, a group of powerful individuals decided to use our home as their battle ground. Their purpose? To take what was rightfully ours."
"Our universe was meant to be a flourishing paradise for the powerful, but our potential was snatched away in our infancy. Before we could even fight back, our power and strength was taken away, leaving us with nothing.
"Then, just 40 years ago, these individuals chose our lands as their battleground once more. Except this time, they did something far worse.
"They killed the ones you held dear. Your brothers and sisters, your mothers and fathers, your lovers and your friends. They snuffed out billions of people simply because they could."
The sounds of clenching fists resounded. The crackling of bones and tearing of flesh entered Dyon's ears like the herald of hope, hope that his people hadn't lost their backbone just yet… It seemed they really only needed one final push.
"To them, we aren't a people to respect because we are weak. Even our home itself is no longer that… Below our feet, as we speak, an enemy we can't fathom is slumbering, absorbing what is rightfully ours…"
Dyon projected an image. It was from his very own memories, the very same sight he had seen when he first realized that the place he had called his home for so long was the home of another… It was the unimaginably large hand of The Entity… The hand that made him feel true fear for the first time.
A palpable silence overwhelmed the grass plain. It was then Dyon knew he had succeeded.
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Dyon looked on to a large crowd of individuals. He realized now how much his perspective had changed in the past few decades… In the past, such a gathering would seem o.b.s.c.e.n.ely large to him, a collection of several million people ought to be. But right now… he only felt that they were small and insignificant. If he wanted to kill them all, would it even take more than a thought? Would he even have to lift a finger?
They didn't pick some grand location. In fact, it was simply an endless plain of grass.
Dyon sat on a small elevated hill, wearing his same sweat pants and white t. It had been so long since some of the older individuals here saw sweat pants that they inadvertently felt a sense of comfort.
Clara, who sat by Dyon's side, smiled slightly. 'He hasn't even tried to speak yet, but he's already done far better than I did.'
When Clara descended upon this world, she was almost like a goddess amongst mortals. Not only had she become far more beautiful than any woman they had ever seen due to her cultivation, she was f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y reforming their lands with her absolute strength. Making people feel relaxed in such a situation was difficult.
Yet, even though Dyon had reached a realm of looks even beyond that, he somehow made them feel comfortable, as though he was their close friend. It also helped that Dyon's face was incredibly well known.
When individuals who survived Matriarch Niveus' strike saw Dyon, they were stunned. After all, they had already become old men and women, but Dyon looked like he had just celebrated his 21st birthday despite them knowing that he should be over 60 years old by now. The silent impact this had was strong. Who didn't want to live longer?
"I'm sure you all have mixed feelings about my appearance. It's been about 8 to 9 years now since the last time we appeared before you all. Those of you who acted as the parents, friends, mentors and family of those 36 young ones we took away… you must have a lot of built up worry."
The crowd grew slightly tense at these words.
"The truth of the matter is that I didn't want to face you all because I was disappointed, disappointed in the choice you made."
"I know what many of you are thinking. Who am I to look down on you for your choices?
"The truth is I'm nobody. In the martial world, I am nobody. There are countless millions of individuals who could take my life at a moment's whim. I didn't come here to oppress you with a power that doesn't really mean much in the grand scheme of things. I only want you all to think about whether that's the kind of life you want to live."
Dyon looked around him. "In this place, can you even live as the people of Earth once did?
"We were a people that were weak as individuals, but our minds and ingenuity brought us to the stars and beyond. We worked together to accomplish things those very individuals who could kill me with a finger could never fathom.
"We did this by exploring, by innovating, by pioneering new paths. We didn't do it by holing ourselves up in the safest place we could imagine and relying on others."
Those listening felt a burning in their hearts they could describe. Even those who wouldn't describe themselves as passionate felt their hearts being stirred.
The reality was that, though it was a majority that wanted to stay, there was a good segment of the population who wanted more for themselves and their children. Unfortunately, the actions of the many snuffed out the passion of the few, resulting in Clara only taking 36 young geniuses with her.
"Do you know how this all came to be?" Dyon spoke softly, but his voice easily carried over the plain.
"Many years ago, a group of powerful individuals decided to use our home as their battle ground. Their purpose? To take what was rightfully ours."
"Our universe was meant to be a flourishing paradise for the powerful, but our potential was snatched away in our infancy. Before we could even fight back, our power and strength was taken away, leaving us with nothing.
"Then, just 40 years ago, these individuals chose our lands as their battleground once more. Except this time, they did something far worse.
"They killed the ones you held dear. Your brothers and sisters, your mothers and fathers, your lovers and your friends. They snuffed out billions of people simply because they could."
The sounds of clenching fists resounded. The crackling of bones and tearing of flesh entered Dyon's ears like the herald of hope, hope that his people hadn't lost their backbone just yet… It seemed they really only needed one final push.
"To them, we aren't a people to respect because we are weak. Even our home itself is no longer that… Below our feet, as we speak, an enemy we can't fathom is slumbering, absorbing what is rightfully ours…"
Dyon projected an image. It was from his very own memories, the very same sight he had seen when he first realized that the place he had called his home for so long was the home of another… It was the unimaginably large hand of The Entity… The hand that made him feel true fear for the first time.
A palpable silence overwhelmed the grass plain. It was then Dyon knew he had succeeded.
Dyon looked on to a large crowd of individuals. He realized now how much his perspective had changed in the past few decades In the past, such a gathering would seem o.b.s.c.e.n.ely large to him, a collection of several million people ought to be. But right now he only felt that they were small and insignificant. If he wanted to kill them all, would it even take more than a thought? Would he even have to lift a finger? They didn't pick some grand location. In fact, it was simply an endless plain of grass. Dyon sat on a small elevated hill, wearing his same sweat pants and white t. It had been so long since some of the older individuals here saw sweat pants that they inadvertently felt a sense of comfort. Clara, who sat by Dyon's side, smiled slightly. 'He hasn't even tried to speak yet, but he's already done far better than I did.' When Clara descended upon this world, she was almost like a goddess amongst mortals. Not only had she become far more beautiful than any woman they had ever seen due to her cultivation, she was f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y reforming their lands with her absolute strength. Making people feel relaxed in such a situation was difficult. Yet, even though Dyon had reached a realm of looks even beyond that, he somehow made them feel comfortable, as though he was their close friend. It also helped that Dyon's face was incredibly well known. When individuals who survived Matriarch Niveus' strike saw Dyon, they were stunned. After all, they had already become old men and women, but Dyon looked like he had just celebrated his 21st birthday despite them knowing that he should be over 60 years old by now. The silent impact this had was strong. Who didn't want to live longer? "I'm sure you all have mixed feelings about my appearance. It's been about 8 to 9 years now since the last time we appeared before you all. Those of you who acted as the parents, friends, mentors and family of those 36 young ones we took away you must have a lot of built up worry." The crowd grew slightly tense at these words. "The truth of the matter is that I didn't want to face you all because I was disappointed, disappointed in the choice you made." "I know what many of you are thinking. Who am I to look down on you for your choices? "The truth is I'm nobody. In the martial world, I am nobody. There are countless millions of individuals who could take my life at a moment's whim. I didn't come here to oppress you with a power that doesn't really mean much in the grand scheme of things. I only want you all to think about whether that's the kind of life you want to live." Dyon looked around him. "In this place, can you even live as the people of Earth once did? "We were a people that were weak as individuals, but our minds and ingenuity brought us to the stars and beyond. We worked together to accomplish things those very individuals who could kill me with a finger could never fathom. "We did this by exploring, by innovating, by pioneering new paths. We didn't do it by holing ourselves up in the safest place we could imagine and relying on others." Those listening felt a burning in their hearts they could describe. Even those who wouldn't describe themselves as passionate felt their hearts being stirred. The reality was that, though it was a majority that wanted to stay, there was a good segment of the population who wanted more for themselves and their children. Unfortunately, the actions of the many snuffed out the passion of the few, resulting in Clara only taking 36 young geniuses with her. "Do you know how this all came to be?" Dyon spoke softly, but his voice easily carried over the plain. "Many years ago, a group of powerful individuals decided to use our home as their battle ground. Their purpose? To take what was rightfully ours." "Our universe was meant to be a flourishing paradise for the powerful, but our potential was snatched away in our infancy. Before we could even fight back, our power and strength was taken away, leaving us with nothing. "Then, just 40 years ago, these individuals chose our lands as their battleground once more. Except this time, they did something far worse. "They killed the ones you held dear. Your brothers and sisters, your mothers and fathers, your lovers and your friends. They snuffed out billions of people simply because they could." The sounds of clenching fists resounded. The crackling of bones and tearing of flesh entered Dyon's ears like the herald of hope, hope that his people hadn't lost their backbone just yet It seemed they really only needed one final push. "To them, we aren't a people to respect because we are weak. Even our home itself is no longer that Below our feet, as we speak, an enemy we can't fathom is slumbering, absorbing what is rightfully ours" Dyon projected an image. It was from his very own memories, the very same sight he had seen when he first realized that the place he had called his home for so long was the home of another It was the unimaginably large hand of The Entity The hand that made him feel true fear for the first time. A palpable silence overwhelmed the grass plain. It was then Dyon knew he had succeeded.
