Chapter 2312: 2312
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That day, the Deity Race, the first ranked Clan below the 12 Overlord Clans, fell. It was completely silent and no one understood what happened until it was too late. They were completely wiped from the face of the Ancient Battlefield. However, it wouldn't be until a year later that everyone realized the change…
Of course, Dyon wasn't actually so cruel. When he lost his mind to anger, he had indeed wiped out the centaurs to the last blade of grass, an action that oddly hadn't left a sour taste in his mouth. He didn't fully understand why it was he harbored no guilt… But thinking back, when he took his first life well back in his Focus Academy days… He hadn't felt the normal human visceral reaction either…
Sometimes, Dyon felt like he was a deity looking on from above. Even the so-called Deity Race themselves were below him.
Still, maybe due to some faintly lingering human attachments, he spared much of the Deity Race, sending them back to the mortal plane. Ironically, in this way, he actually fulfilled their dreams by making them a part of his Mortal Empire.
As for the five remaining Deity Race Overlords, Dyon smoked them out one after another. Caught completely unawares, and facing such large numbers, there was truly nothing they could do.
No matter how benevolent Dyon was, he couldn't let those Overlords live. For one, they were useless to him on the mortal plane since they could not exit without being rejected by the Heavens. And second, if he kept them on the Ancient Battlefield, there were too many variables to contend with.
When up against Overlords, Dyon didn't dare claim that his seals were infallible. The best choice was to destroy the root of the problem so that they wouldn't grow dangerous.
Dyon could faintly feel that his demeanor was changing. Even though he never felt much from killing in the past, there was still a faint barrier that remained… one he never crossed. But he suddenly felt that he simply didn't care about this barrier any longer…
It was as though he felt the lives he reaped were owed to him.
**
"Are you certain?"
The opposing part looked on in disdain. "I grew up in the Void Clan, I was their heir and still am their heir. How would I not know about Void Tunnels?"
If Dyon were here, the words 'void tunnel' would ring in his ears fiercely.
Void tunnels were the special ability of Void Kitsune. As the wielders of this supreme law, they were capable of building 'fast lanes' to other universes.
Of course, these void tunnels were mostly a strategic resource used in wars. Not only did they take an ȯbsċėnė amount of time and effort to build, but who would use a void tunnel when they could use a teleportation array? The former still took at least a year to travel through, while the latter was near instantaneous.
Still, the individuals speaking would be even more surprising than the topic itself.
On one side, there was Anak. Beside him, there was not only his wife, Chrysanthemum, but also the hidden genius of the Mist Clan, Valen Mist.
On the other, though… There was Aki Void, the very man Dyon had imprisoned for many decades, the man who nearly blinded Ri for a lifetime, the man Dyon castrated in the Valley of Geniuses after realizing his identity.
Dyon had raised Aki up for many years. Not only him, but Gin Jikan and Masako Heaven as well.
In truth, their current strength was far beyond what they would have become without Dyon. Even if they trained to the end of their lifetimes… Becoming Peak Dao Experts like they were now was nothing more than a pipe dream.
However, were human emotions really so simple? Dyon killed Aki's grandfather, not everyone could forgive that like Chenglei had. Dyon cut off his manhood before the eyes of countless individuals, forever severing his line and robbing him of this pure joy. But, worst of all… Dyon snatched his freedom, locking him in a cage for countless years, forcing him to cultivate to his whims…
Even through all of this, Aki couldn't retaliate. He thought that if Dyon kept neglecting him, if his strength continued to grow, that one day he would be able to silently shatter the seal Dyon placed in him and escape to plot his revenge alongside his father.
This reality made Aki's blood run cold. Even after Dyon poured resources into him, even after he spent every waking moment of everyday dreaming of revenge… He still wasn't better than a Dyon who was nothing more than a child in the eyes of mȧturė cultivators…
A devastating blow of this magnitude completely crumbled his resolve. Versus such a character, even if he eventually shattered the seal he neglected… What did it matter? How could he ever win against such a monster?
He was prepared to simply live out the rest of his life, dying without descendants to pay for a crime he committed in his youth. But… It was then that these three appeared before him, questioning him about the void tunnels of his clan…
Because of the seal, he had no ability to directly act against Dyon… But how was he to blame for simply answering the questions of a few curious strangers?
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That day, the Deity Race, the first ranked Clan below the 12 Overlord Clans, fell. It was completely silent and no one understood what happened until it was too late. They were completely wiped from the face of the Ancient Battlefield. However, it wouldn't be until a year later that everyone realized the change…
Of course, Dyon wasn't actually so cruel. When he lost his mind to anger, he had indeed wiped out the centaurs to the last blade of grass, an action that oddly hadn't left a sour taste in his mouth. He didn't fully understand why it was he harbored no guilt… But thinking back, when he took his first life well back in his Focus Academy days… He hadn't felt the normal human visceral reaction either…
Sometimes, Dyon felt like he was a deity looking on from above. Even the so-called Deity Race themselves were below him.
Still, maybe due to some faintly lingering human attachments, he spared much of the Deity Race, sending them back to the mortal plane. Ironically, in this way, he actually fulfilled their dreams by making them a part of his Mortal Empire.
As for the five remaining Deity Race Overlords, Dyon smoked them out one after another. Caught completely unawares, and facing such large numbers, there was truly nothing they could do.
No matter how benevolent Dyon was, he couldn't let those Overlords live. For one, they were useless to him on the mortal plane since they could not exit without being rejected by the Heavens. And second, if he kept them on the Ancient Battlefield, there were too many variables to contend with.
When up against Overlords, Dyon didn't dare claim that his seals were infallible. The best choice was to destroy the root of the problem so that they wouldn't grow dangerous.
Dyon could faintly feel that his demeanor was changing. Even though he never felt much from killing in the past, there was still a faint barrier that remained… one he never crossed. But he suddenly felt that he simply didn't care about this barrier any longer…
It was as though he felt the lives he reaped were owed to him.
**
"Are you certain?"
The opposing part looked on in disdain. "I grew up in the Void Clan, I was their heir and still am their heir. How would I not know about Void Tunnels?"
If Dyon were here, the words 'void tunnel' would ring in his ears fiercely.
Void tunnels were the special ability of Void Kitsune. As the wielders of this supreme law, they were capable of building 'fast lanes' to other universes.
Of course, these void tunnels were mostly a strategic resource used in wars. Not only did they take an ȯbsċėnė amount of time and effort to build, but who would use a void tunnel when they could use a teleportation array? The former still took at least a year to travel through, while the latter was near instantaneous.
Still, the individuals speaking would be even more surprising than the topic itself.
On one side, there was Anak. Beside him, there was not only his wife, Chrysanthemum, but also the hidden genius of the Mist Clan, Valen Mist.
On the other, though… There was Aki Void, the very man Dyon had imprisoned for many decades, the man who nearly blinded Ri for a lifetime, the man Dyon castrated in the Valley of Geniuses after realizing his identity.
Dyon had raised Aki up for many years. Not only him, but Gin Jikan and Masako Heaven as well.
In truth, their current strength was far beyond what they would have become without Dyon. Even if they trained to the end of their lifetimes… Becoming Peak Dao Experts like they were now was nothing more than a pipe dream.
However, were human emotions really so simple? Dyon killed Aki's grandfather, not everyone could forgive that like Chenglei had. Dyon cut off his manhood before the eyes of countless individuals, forever severing his line and robbing him of this pure joy. But, worst of all… Dyon snatched his freedom, locking him in a cage for countless years, forcing him to cultivate to his whims…
Even through all of this, Aki couldn't retaliate. He thought that if Dyon kept neglecting him, if his strength continued to grow, that one day he would be able to silently shatter the seal Dyon placed in him and escape to plot his revenge alongside his father.
This reality made Aki's blood run cold. Even after Dyon poured resources into him, even after he spent every waking moment of everyday dreaming of revenge… He still wasn't better than a Dyon who was nothing more than a child in the eyes of mȧturė cultivators…
A devastating blow of this magnitude completely crumbled his resolve. Versus such a character, even if he eventually shattered the seal he neglected… What did it matter? How could he ever win against such a monster?
He was prepared to simply live out the rest of his life, dying without descendants to pay for a crime he committed in his youth. But… It was then that these three appeared before him, questioning him about the void tunnels of his clan…
Because of the seal, he had no ability to directly act against Dyon… But how was he to blame for simply answering the questions of a few curious strangers?
That day, the Deity Race, the first ranked Clan below the 12 Overlord Clans, fell. It was completely silent and no one understood what happened until it was too late. They were completely wiped from the face of the Ancient Battlefield. However, it wouldn't be until a year later that everyone realized the change Of course, Dyon wasn't actually so cruel. When he lost his mind to anger, he had indeed wiped out the centaurs to the last blade of grass, an action that oddly hadn't left a sour taste in his mouth. He didn't fully understand why it was he harbored no guilt But thinking back, when he took his first life well back in his Focus Academy days He hadn't felt the normal human visceral reaction either Sometimes, Dyon felt like he was a deity looking on from above. Even the so-called Deity Race themselves were below him. Still, maybe due to some faintly lingering human attachments, he spared much of the Deity Race, sending them back to the mortal plane. Ironically, in this way, he actually fulfilled their dreams by making them a part of his Mortal Empire. As for the five remaining Deity Race Overlords, Dyon smoked them out one after another. Caught completely unawares, and facing such large numbers, there was truly nothing they could do. No matter how benevolent Dyon was, he couldn't let those Overlords live. For one, they were useless to him on the mortal plane since they could not exit without being rejected by the Heavens. And second, if he kept them on the Ancient Battlefield, there were too many variables to contend with. When up against Overlords, Dyon didn't dare claim that his seals were infallible. The best choice was to destroy the root of the problem so that they wouldn't grow dangerous. Dyon could faintly feel that his demeanor was changing. Even though he never felt much from killing in the past, there was still a faint barrier that remained one he never crossed. But he suddenly felt that he simply didn't care about this barrier any longer It was as though he felt the lives he reaped were owed to him. ** "Are you certain?" The opposing part looked on in disdain. "I grew up in the Void Clan, I was their heir and still am their heir. How would I not know about Void Tunnels?" If Dyon were here, the words 'void tunnel' would ring in his ears fiercely. Void tunnels were the special ability of Void Kitsune. As the wielders of this supreme law, they were capable of building 'fast lanes' to other universes. Of course, these void tunnels were mostly a strategic resource used in wars. Not only did they take an bsn amount of time and effort to build, but who would use a void tunnel when they could use a teleportation array? The former still took at least a year to travel through, while the latter was near instantaneous. Still, the individuals speaking would be even more surprising than the topic itself. On one side, there was Anak. Beside him, there was not only his wife, Chrysanthemum, but also the hidden genius of the Mist Clan, Valen Mist. On the other, though There was Aki Void, the very man Dyon had imprisoned for many decades, the man who nearly blinded Ri for a lifetime, the man Dyon castrated in the Valley of Geniuses after realizing his identity. Dyon had raised Aki up for many years. Not only him, but Gin Jikan and Masako Heaven as well. In truth, their current strength was far beyond what they would have become without Dyon. Even if they trained to the end of their lifetimes Becoming Peak Dao Experts like they were now was nothing more than a pipe dream. However, were human emotions really so simple? Dyon killed Aki's grandfather, not everyone could forgive that like Chenglei had. Dyon cut off his manhood before the eyes of countless individuals, forever severing his line and robbing him of this pure joy. But, worst of all Dyon snatched his freedom, locking him in a cage for countless years, forcing him to cultivate to his whims Even through all of this, Aki couldn't retaliate. He thought that if Dyon kept neglecting him, if his strength continued to grow, that one day he would be able to silently shatter the seal Dyon placed in him and escape to plot his revenge alongside his father. This reality made Aki's blood run cold. Even after Dyon poured resources into him, even after he spent every waking moment of everyday dreaming of revenge He still wasn't better than a Dyon who was nothing more than a child in the eyes of mtur cultivators A devastating blow of this magnitude completely crumbled his resolve. Versus such a character, even if he eventually shattered the seal he neglected What did it matter? How could he ever win against such a monster? He was prepared to simply live out the rest of his life, dying without descendants to pay for a crime he committed in his youth. But It was then that these three appeared before him, questioning him about the void tunnels of his clan Because of the seal, he had no ability to directly act against Dyon But how was he to blame for simply answering the questions of a few curious strangers?
