Chapter 2255: 2255
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The world practically slowed under Dyon's gaze. Every twitch of the muscle, every qi fluctuation, every plot hidden behind a gaze, was taken in by him in an instant.
In one instant he was retreating, but in the next, he slipped between a palm and fist thrown by the two Ancestors, his swordplay evolving to another level.
[A Winter's Last Snowfall] circulated once more. Except this time, it carried a myriad of changes impossible to predict.
Like a snowflake caught in the whims of a cold breeze, Dyon's sword fell again and again.
Ancestor Scholar trembled. 'His Weapon's Master Will entered the 5th Intent level… Why is it still rising?!'
[Author's Note: A reminder that the weapon's master will is a bit special. When it was a will, it displayed itself like an intent. Now that it's an intent, it displays itself like a Dao.]
Estein had no way of knowing that Dyon's comprehension abilities had already exceeded the mortal plane. For his current self, comprehending daos was no different that attempting to comprehend a new will or intent.
This wasn't to say that it was easy. In fact, Dyon's speed of comprehension still paled in comparison to Lilith who didn't have Immortal Sense – when it came to the sword, anyway. It was rather that he had spent too long not raising his comprehension levels.
With the experience he had accumulated over these long decades, he had a solid foundation to burst forth from.
Still, even this was just the tip of the iceberg. Dyon realized that the deeper comprehension he had toward [One Above All], the quicker his comprehension of lesser wills became. Dyon faintly understood that in the future, if he focused all of his attention on it, the remainder of his Daos would naturally increase along with it.
It already had this level of benefit despite it being only at the 3rd Will Level. Dyon could only imagine the kind of benefits it would have in the future.
The pressure on the two Ancestors increased. Even though they hadn't sustained a single injury, the fact they were on their backfoot couldn't be denied. With the restrictions to their speed, this was something everyone below could see.
Estein was circulating his abacus dao to its greatest extent, trying to lay out a formula for Dyon's swordplay. But, before he could succeed, Dyon's momentum changed again.
[A Spring's Sweet Breeze].
If before his swordplay was erratic and unpredictable, sorrowful, even, it now carried a gentle rhythm that threw the Ancestor Scholar completely off. In just a few moments, his robes suffered several cuts, causing his eyes to redden in fury.
How many swordsmen of the past had attempted to emulate the four seasons? There were simply too many to count. But why did was this Dyon's iteration so powerful? Why did it feel as though all others had simply become a joke?
As the battle raged on, Dyon began to understand what his limits were.
With his ability to control space, controlling the battlefield was easy. Even if these two weren't suppressed by the Heaven's Scroll, Dyon could still outmaneuver them. After all, he had Hell's Right Eye.
However, he was still lacking in destructive power. He only managed to leave faint white marks on the skin of these two Ancestors despite the Dragon King erupting with its full strength.
Of course, Dyon could force the issue, but that would greatly impact his stamina. How many such attacks could he launch in a single battle?
None of this even mentioned the problem of Faith either.
Still, this didn't discourage Dyon. Just like there were divisions among Dao experts, there were of course divisions between Higher Existences. If not, the Devil Quadrants would have long fallen considering they only have 1.
This didn't even mention the fact their battle experience levels were far beyond Dyon. Though Dyon used his special meridians and soul to make up for this discrepancy, he still realized this problem.
'Destructive power… huh…'
Dyon grinned. "[A Summer's Blazing Sun]!"
Dyon's Chaos Flames swallowed and consumed the ordinary black flames of the Dragon King Blade, condensing into a fiery blaze.
At the same instant, Dyon swapped the qi within his meridians, replacing them with a crimson corrosive qi that seemed eager to destroy everything in the world.
Dyon had long since realized that the special red type qi he found in the wyvern den all those years ago carried similar properties to the corrosive energy he travelled through in the Nebula of the 99 universes. However, even knowing about its overwhelming strength, he hadn't dared to use it. Wouldn't it just be asking for death if he allowed such a thing to enter his body?
But now that he had entered the Diamond Silk Stage, everything was different!
In that instant, the expression of the two Ancestors changed, but it was already too late.
Dyon's sword play was filled with fury and aggressiveness, his steps only moving forward, never sideways or back.
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The world practically slowed under Dyon's gaze. Every twitch of the muscle, every qi fluctuation, every plot hidden behind a gaze, was taken in by him in an instant.
In one instant he was retreating, but in the next, he slipped between a palm and fist thrown by the two Ancestors, his swordplay evolving to another level.
[A Winter's Last Snowfall] circulated once more. Except this time, it carried a myriad of changes impossible to predict.
Like a snowflake caught in the whims of a cold breeze, Dyon's sword fell again and again.
Ancestor Scholar trembled. 'His Weapon's Master Will entered the 5th Intent level… Why is it still rising?!'
[Author's Note: A reminder that the weapon's master will is a bit special. When it was a will, it displayed itself like an intent. Now that it's an intent, it displays itself like a Dao.]
Estein had no way of knowing that Dyon's comprehension abilities had already exceeded the mortal plane. For his current self, comprehending daos was no different that attempting to comprehend a new will or intent.
This wasn't to say that it was easy. In fact, Dyon's speed of comprehension still paled in comparison to Lilith who didn't have Immortal Sense – when it came to the sword, anyway. It was rather that he had spent too long not raising his comprehension levels.
With the experience he had accumulated over these long decades, he had a solid foundation to burst forth from.
Still, even this was just the tip of the iceberg. Dyon realized that the deeper comprehension he had toward [One Above All], the quicker his comprehension of lesser wills became. Dyon faintly understood that in the future, if he focused all of his attention on it, the remainder of his Daos would naturally increase along with it.
It already had this level of benefit despite it being only at the 3rd Will Level. Dyon could only imagine the kind of benefits it would have in the future.
The pressure on the two Ancestors increased. Even though they hadn't sustained a single injury, the fact they were on their backfoot couldn't be denied. With the restrictions to their speed, this was something everyone below could see.
Estein was circulating his abacus dao to its greatest extent, trying to lay out a formula for Dyon's swordplay. But, before he could succeed, Dyon's momentum changed again.
[A Spring's Sweet Breeze].
If before his swordplay was erratic and unpredictable, sorrowful, even, it now carried a gentle rhythm that threw the Ancestor Scholar completely off. In just a few moments, his robes suffered several cuts, causing his eyes to redden in fury.
How many swordsmen of the past had attempted to emulate the four seasons? There were simply too many to count. But why did was this Dyon's iteration so powerful? Why did it feel as though all others had simply become a joke?
As the battle raged on, Dyon began to understand what his limits were.
With his ability to control space, controlling the battlefield was easy. Even if these two weren't suppressed by the Heaven's Scroll, Dyon could still outmaneuver them. After all, he had Hell's Right Eye.
However, he was still lacking in destructive power. He only managed to leave faint white marks on the skin of these two Ancestors despite the Dragon King erupting with its full strength.
Of course, Dyon could force the issue, but that would greatly impact his stamina. How many such attacks could he launch in a single battle?
None of this even mentioned the problem of Faith either.
Still, this didn't discourage Dyon. Just like there were divisions among Dao experts, there were of course divisions between Higher Existences. If not, the Devil Quadrants would have long fallen considering they only have 1.
This didn't even mention the fact their battle experience levels were far beyond Dyon. Though Dyon used his special meridians and soul to make up for this discrepancy, he still realized this problem.
'Destructive power… huh…'
Dyon grinned. "[A Summer's Blazing Sun]!"
Dyon's Chaos Flames swallowed and consumed the ordinary black flames of the Dragon King Blade, condensing into a fiery blaze.
At the same instant, Dyon swapped the qi within his meridians, replacing them with a crimson corrosive qi that seemed eager to destroy everything in the world.
Dyon had long since realized that the special red type qi he found in the wyvern den all those years ago carried similar properties to the corrosive energy he travelled through in the Nebula of the 99 universes. However, even knowing about its overwhelming strength, he hadn't dared to use it. Wouldn't it just be asking for death if he allowed such a thing to enter his body?
But now that he had entered the Diamond Silk Stage, everything was different!
In that instant, the expression of the two Ancestors changed, but it was already too late.
Dyon's sword play was filled with fury and aggressiveness, his steps only moving forward, never sideways or back.
The world practically slowed under Dyon's gaze. Every twitch of the muscle, every qi fluctuation, every plot hidden behind a gaze, was taken in by him in an instant. In one instant he was retreating, but in the next, he slipped between a palm and fist thrown by the two Ancestors, his swordplay evolving to another level. A Winter's Last Snowfall circulated once more. Except this time, it carried a myriad of changes impossible to predict. Like a snowflake caught in the whims of a cold breeze, Dyon's sword fell again and again. Ancestor Scholar trembled. 'His Weapon's Master Will entered the 5th Intent level Why is it still rising?!' Author's Note: A reminder that the weapon's master will is a bit special. When it was a will, it displayed itself like an intent. Now that it's an intent, it displays itself like a Dao. Estein had no way of knowing that Dyon's comprehension abilities had already exceeded the mortal plane. For his current self, comprehending daos was no different that attempting to comprehend a new will or intent. This wasn't to say that it was easy. In fact, Dyon's speed of comprehension still paled in comparison to Lilith who didn't have Immortal Sense when it came to the sword, anyway. It was rather that he had spent too long not raising his comprehension levels. With the experience he had accumulated over these long decades, he had a solid foundation to burst forth from. Still, even this was just the tip of the iceberg. Dyon realized that the deeper comprehension he had toward One Above All, the quicker his comprehension of lesser wills became. Dyon faintly understood that in the future, if he focused all of his attention on it, the remainder of his Daos would naturally increase along with it. It already had this level of benefit despite it being only at the 3rd Will Level. Dyon could only imagine the kind of benefits it would have in the future. The pressure on the two Ancestors increased. Even though they hadn't sustained a single injury, the fact they were on their backfoot couldn't be denied. With the restrictions to their speed, this was something everyone below could see. Estein was circulating his abacus dao to its greatest extent, trying to lay out a formula for Dyon's swordplay. But, before he could succeed, Dyon's momentum changed again. A Spring's Sweet Breeze. If before his swordplay was erratic and unpredictable, sorrowful, even, it now carried a gentle rhythm that threw the Ancestor Scholar completely off. In just a few moments, his robes suffered several cuts, causing his eyes to redden in fury. How many swordsmen of the past had attempted to emulate the four seasons? There were simply too many to count. But why did was this Dyon's iteration so powerful? Why did it feel as though all others had simply become a joke? As the battle raged on, Dyon began to understand what his limits were. With his ability to control space, controlling the battlefield was easy. Even if these two weren't suppressed by the Heaven's Scroll, Dyon could still outmaneuver them. After all, he had Hell's Right Eye. However, he was still lacking in destructive power. He only managed to leave faint white marks on the skin of these two Ancestors despite the Dragon King erupting with its full strength. Of course, Dyon could force the issue, but that would greatly impact his stamina. How many such attacks could he launch in a single battle? None of this even mentioned the problem of Faith either. Still, this didn't discourage Dyon. Just like there were divisions among Dao experts, there were of course divisions between Higher Existences. If not, the Devil Quadrants would have long fallen considering they only have 1. This didn't even mention the fact their battle experience levels were far beyond Dyon. Though Dyon used his special meridians and soul to make up for this discrepancy, he still realized this problem. 'Destructive power huh' Dyon grinned. "A Summer's Blazing Sun!" Dyon's Chaos Flames swallowed and consumed the ordinary black flames of the Dragon King Blade, condensing into a fiery blaze. At the same instant, Dyon swapped the qi within his meridians, replacing them with a crimson corrosive qi that seemed eager to destroy everything in the world. Dyon had long since realized that the special red type qi he found in the wyvern den all those years ago carried similar properties to the corrosive energy he travelled through in the Nebula of the 99 universes. However, even knowing about its overwhelming strength, he hadn't dared to use it. Wouldn't it just be asking for death if he allowed such a thing to enter his body? But now that he had entered the Diamond Silk Stage, everything was different! In that instant, the expression of the two Ancestors changed, but it was already too late. Dyon's sword play was filled with fury and aggressiveness, his steps only moving forward, never sideways or back.
