Chapter 2360: 2360
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Dyon sat alone, looking out into blank space. The calm waters of the oil basin-like river moved so slowly that they reflected like the surface of a mirror.
It had been a long time since Dyon felt the pressing need to grow stronger. Though the entity was always lurking in the back of his mind, Dyon somehow didn't feel very worried about it despite his supposed failure in the previous timeline.
If others heard his thoughts, maybe they would laugh. Not worried about facing an Immortal God as a mere Dao Formation Realm expert? How could this be anything other than the world's greatest joke?
However this was the reality of Dyon's feelings. Maybe deep within, he always felt that his true enemy was something far larger, far greater. At the same time, he felt that this enemy didn't even truly exist.
It had no form, no consciousness, no real thoughts of its own… It worked entirely on instinct and arbitrary laws drawn from a place Dyon had no understanding of.
That was the most fear inducing part. No matter how far away it was from him, Dyon still had a vague understanding of what an Immortal God was. He knew how many realms separated it and him. He knew that there wasn't just one Immortal God but several that ruled the Immortal Plane. He had even spoken to this so-called Immortal God on several occasions before.
But what was this enemy that filled him with so much rage? This faceless, cold enemy…?
To reach its level, Dyon needed to surpass everything. If his targets were mere compilations of flesh and blood that suffered the same fate he would under its hands, how could he ever hope to defeat whatever 'it' was?
But how would he do it?
Dyon's scythe lay across his ŀȧp as he absentmindedly stroked its body.
Its surface felt smooth with a hint of a biting cold. Even Dyon himself didn't dare to casually touch its blade. It cut even his unsuppressed body life tofu.
Such a weapon appearing on the Immortal Plane would likely cause a bloodbath. As good as the Dragon King was, his blade was only formed by his mortal body before transcending. How could it be as good as an immortal weapon? This didn't even mention the trade offs caused by the fact it could change its form as it pleased.
It wasn't a surprise that the Dragon King himself felt complicated about the shifting dynamic between him and Dyon. He had always been the silent helping hand for so many years already. Though his main body would tear Dyon apart at the first opportunity, there would still be an underlying respect there.
However, now, Dyon clearly didn't need him anymore.
Dyon had never been one to rely on weapons, mostly because of living with his Master's ban for so long. But he felt particularly attached to Death's Scythe.
However… Even the Treasures of the 33 Heavens were completely useless in another world. If not for this, Dyon wouldn't have had such a hard time in that world.
Likewise, this Scythe had lost much of its power. Aside from its sharpness, it had lost pretty much all of its abilities…
At that moment, Dyon felt that he and the scythe were of one mind, both wanting to transcend the rules that bound them but being completely unable to do so…. Without even a road to do so…
"… Do you know how the Treasures of the 33 Heavens were created…?" Dyon whispered as though he was speaking to the scythe.
"… They were forged just like every other Peak God Grade treasure. However, they were blessed with a Legendary ability due to the Heavens recognizing them as one of the 11 strongest treasures in their class…"
The scythe vibrated slightly, a ghastly fog emitting from its body.
"… Yea, I agree." Dyon said softly. "You want strength that surpasses that… To reap lives as you please in every world and not just a few… What's the point of having power granted in just a single place…? This shitty world can't even protect itself, yet it wants to grant gifts as though it's being magnanimous."
This time, not only did the scythe react violently, but so did Dyon's right eye. Even The Seal followed suit, sending force waves rocketing throughout Dyon's inner world.
"… A plan, huh… A plan to break away from everything, to rise above all, to exist beyond existence…"
Dyon's rage slowly subsided.
He felt tired of it. Tired of being angry all the time.
It was once again a feeling he had no understanding of. He didn't know where it originated from, or why he was feeling this way. But it was once again his truth.
He didn't want to feel angry anymore, he didn't want to feel sadness or helplessness, he didn't want to feel that he was climbing a mountain without a peak…
"I'll just undo it all."
Within Dyon's Mind's Eye, his Dao Heart shone brightly. No, it was so blinding that it seemed to burn everything around him.
"This inner world? It's someone else's path… I'll create my own system of cultivation that lives at heights even the Heavens cannot reach."
Unknowingly, Dyon completely leaped over the Selfless Dao Realm, firmly entering Dao Vanity… A state less than ten individuals of the Immortal Plane had touched…
He had no idea that this 'someone else's' path he just rejected was actually his own.
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Dyon sat alone, looking out into blank space. The calm waters of the oil basin-like river moved so slowly that they reflected like the surface of a mirror.
It had been a long time since Dyon felt the pressing need to grow stronger. Though the entity was always lurking in the back of his mind, Dyon somehow didn't feel very worried about it despite his supposed failure in the previous timeline.
If others heard his thoughts, maybe they would laugh. Not worried about facing an Immortal God as a mere Dao Formation Realm expert? How could this be anything other than the world's greatest joke?
However this was the reality of Dyon's feelings. Maybe deep within, he always felt that his true enemy was something far larger, far greater. At the same time, he felt that this enemy didn't even truly exist.
It had no form, no consciousness, no real thoughts of its own… It worked entirely on instinct and arbitrary laws drawn from a place Dyon had no understanding of.
That was the most fear inducing part. No matter how far away it was from him, Dyon still had a vague understanding of what an Immortal God was. He knew how many realms separated it and him. He knew that there wasn't just one Immortal God but several that ruled the Immortal Plane. He had even spoken to this so-called Immortal God on several occasions before.
But what was this enemy that filled him with so much rage? This faceless, cold enemy…?
To reach its level, Dyon needed to surpass everything. If his targets were mere compilations of flesh and blood that suffered the same fate he would under its hands, how could he ever hope to defeat whatever 'it' was?
But how would he do it?
Dyon's scythe lay across his ŀȧp as he absentmindedly stroked its body.
Its surface felt smooth with a hint of a biting cold. Even Dyon himself didn't dare to casually touch its blade. It cut even his unsuppressed body life tofu.
Such a weapon appearing on the Immortal Plane would likely cause a bloodbath. As good as the Dragon King was, his blade was only formed by his mortal body before transcending. How could it be as good as an immortal weapon? This didn't even mention the trade offs caused by the fact it could change its form as it pleased.
It wasn't a surprise that the Dragon King himself felt complicated about the shifting dynamic between him and Dyon. He had always been the silent helping hand for so many years already. Though his main body would tear Dyon apart at the first opportunity, there would still be an underlying respect there.
However, now, Dyon clearly didn't need him anymore.
Dyon had never been one to rely on weapons, mostly because of living with his Master's ban for so long. But he felt particularly attached to Death's Scythe.
However… Even the Treasures of the 33 Heavens were completely useless in another world. If not for this, Dyon wouldn't have had such a hard time in that world.
Likewise, this Scythe had lost much of its power. Aside from its sharpness, it had lost pretty much all of its abilities…
At that moment, Dyon felt that he and the scythe were of one mind, both wanting to transcend the rules that bound them but being completely unable to do so…. Without even a road to do so…
"… Do you know how the Treasures of the 33 Heavens were created…?" Dyon whispered as though he was speaking to the scythe.
"… They were forged just like every other Peak God Grade treasure. However, they were blessed with a Legendary ability due to the Heavens recognizing them as one of the 11 strongest treasures in their class…"
The scythe vibrated slightly, a ghastly fog emitting from its body.
"… Yea, I agree." Dyon said softly. "You want strength that surpasses that… To reap lives as you please in every world and not just a few… What's the point of having power granted in just a single place…? This shitty world can't even protect itself, yet it wants to grant gifts as though it's being magnanimous."
This time, not only did the scythe react violently, but so did Dyon's right eye. Even The Seal followed suit, sending force waves rocketing throughout Dyon's inner world.
"… A plan, huh… A plan to break away from everything, to rise above all, to exist beyond existence…"
Dyon's rage slowly subsided.
He felt tired of it. Tired of being angry all the time.
It was once again a feeling he had no understanding of. He didn't know where it originated from, or why he was feeling this way. But it was once again his truth.
He didn't want to feel angry anymore, he didn't want to feel sadness or helplessness, he didn't want to feel that he was climbing a mountain without a peak…
"I'll just undo it all."
Within Dyon's Mind's Eye, his Dao Heart shone brightly. No, it was so blinding that it seemed to burn everything around him.
"This inner world? It's someone else's path… I'll create my own system of cultivation that lives at heights even the Heavens cannot reach."
Unknowingly, Dyon completely leaped over the Selfless Dao Realm, firmly entering Dao Vanity… A state less than ten individuals of the Immortal Plane had touched…
He had no idea that this 'someone else's' path he just rejected was actually his own.
Dyon sat alone, looking out into blank space. The calm waters of the oil basin-like river moved so slowly that they reflected like the surface of a mirror. It had been a long time since Dyon felt the pressing need to grow stronger. Though the entity was always lurking in the back of his mind, Dyon somehow didn't feel very worried about it despite his supposed failure in the previous timeline. If others heard his thoughts, maybe they would laugh. Not worried about facing an Immortal God as a mere Dao Formation Realm expert? How could this be anything other than the world's greatest joke? However this was the reality of Dyon's feelings. Maybe deep within, he always felt that his true enemy was something far larger, far greater. At the same time, he felt that this enemy didn't even truly exist. It had no form, no consciousness, no real thoughts of its own It worked entirely on instinct and arbitrary laws drawn from a place Dyon had no understanding of. That was the most fear inducing part. No matter how far away it was from him, Dyon still had a vague understanding of what an Immortal God was. He knew how many realms separated it and him. He knew that there wasn't just one Immortal God but several that ruled the Immortal Plane. He had even spoken to this so-called Immortal God on several occasions before. But what was this enemy that filled him with so much rage? This faceless, cold enemy? To reach its level, Dyon needed to surpass everything. If his targets were mere compilations of flesh and blood that suffered the same fate he would under its hands, how could he ever hope to defeat whatever 'it' was? But how would he do it? Dyon's scythe lay across his p as he absentmindedly stroked its body. Its surface felt smooth with a hint of a biting cold. Even Dyon himself didn't dare to casually touch its blade. It cut even his unsuppressed body life tofu. Such a weapon appearing on the Immortal Plane would likely cause a bloodbath. As good as the Dragon King was, his blade was only formed by his mortal body before transcending. How could it be as good as an immortal weapon? This didn't even mention the trade offs caused by the fact it could change its form as it pleased. It wasn't a surprise that the Dragon King himself felt complicated about the shifting dynamic between him and Dyon. He had always been the silent helping hand for so many years already. Though his main body would tear Dyon apart at the first opportunity, there would still be an underlying respect there. However, now, Dyon clearly didn't need him anymore. Dyon had never been one to rely on weapons, mostly because of living with his Master's ban for so long. But he felt particularly attached to Death's Scythe. However Even the Treasures of the 33 Heavens were completely useless in another world. If not for this, Dyon wouldn't have had such a hard time in that world. Likewise, this Scythe had lost much of its power. Aside from its sharpness, it had lost pretty much all of its abilities At that moment, Dyon felt that he and the scythe were of one mind, both wanting to transcend the rules that bound them but being completely unable to do so. Without even a road to do so " Do you know how the Treasures of the 33 Heavens were created?" Dyon whispered as though he was speaking to the scythe. " They were forged just like every other Peak God Grade treasure. However, they were blessed with a Legendary ability due to the Heavens recognizing them as one of the 11 strongest treasures in their class" The scythe vibrated slightly, a ghastly fog emitting from its body. " Yea, I agree." Dyon said softly. "You want strength that surpasses that To reap lives as you please in every world and not just a few What's the point of having power granted in just a single place? This shitty world can't even protect itself, yet it wants to grant gifts as though it's being magnanimous." This time, not only did the scythe react violently, but so did Dyon's right eye. Even The Seal followed suit, sending force waves rocketing throughout Dyon's inner world. " A plan, huh A plan to break away from everything, to rise above all, to exist beyond existence" Dyon's rage slowly subsided. He felt tired of it. Tired of being angry all the time. It was once again a feeling he had no understanding of. He didn't know where it originated from, or why he was feeling this way. But it was once again his truth. He didn't want to feel angry anymore, he didn't want to feel sadness or helplessness, he didn't want to feel that he was climbing a mountain without a peak "I'll just undo it all." Within Dyon's Mind's Eye, his Dao Heart shone brightly. No, it was so blinding that it seemed to burn everything around him. "This inner world? It's someone else's path I'll create my own system of cultivation that lives at heights even the Heavens cannot reach." Unknowingly, Dyon completely leaped over the Selfless Dao Realm, firmly entering Dao Vanity A state less than ten individuals of the Immortal Plane had touched He had no idea that this 'someone else's' path he just rejected was actually his own.
