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Those in the surroundings were stunned to the point where they no longer had words to speak.
Dyon's qi cultivation was completely gone. It was as though he had never cultivated energy a day in his life, as though he had gone back to the young boy who first set foot into Focus Academy.
Years of cultivation disappeared in a flash. But what was maybe even more shocking was that none of them could understand just what that palm was. Where did it come from? Who executed it?
They were inclined to believe that this was just an act of further suppression by the Heavens unto Dyon. But the timing of Dyon's words and the palm were simply too conspicuous.
"Still not enough for you? Okay."
A crackling array of lightning appeared to Dyon's back. It was absolutely massive, stretching kilometers into the skies and turning the somber world of red into one flooded with bright light.
The imposing might of the lightning dao made the eleven Overlords tremble. Those who broke through with the comprehension facet were simply too rare. Yet, these were still three facet Overlords. Many of them had achieved this breakthrough. But somehow, a mere dao had actually shaken them so much.
This was a difference between depth and breadth of comprehension. This was also the difference between quality of will!
However, Dyon raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
In the next instant, that array shattered into countless reflective pieces.
The Overlords stood frozen in time. They couldn't believe what they were witnessing. Was this the kind of man they could provoke? One who could do such a thing without blinking an eye?
Another array appeared to Dyon's back. This time, it was one of light green, emitting a strong wind qi. The Overlords felt that they were absolute fools. Never did they believe that a wind dao could be so powerful, yet its suffocating presence was only marginally weaker than that of the lightning dao from before.
One after another, daos that alone could make the world tremble appeared and broke into tiny shards of space and reality, causing a dimensional storm that made the Ancient Battlefield quake.
Dyon's meaning was clear. His Dao Heart was so far above their own that they couldn't even fathom it…
If the Heavens wanted to abandon him, he would abandon the Heavens first.
The Overlords didn't register however many dozen daos shattered before their eyes. Even as their hearts were aching toward this incomprehensible scene, they had become completely numb. They stopped asking how… how could such weak daos be so powerful… how could a single man comprehend so many of them… how could they fight such a battle?
In the end, the final dao appeared. Just after a mighty comprehension of Death left the world, a blazing array of one half white and the other black appeared. It was absolutely gorgeous, a sight that seemed to embody the absolute beauty of balance and existence.
This was none other than Dyon's fire dao. The faint heat and chaotic energy it exuded was undeniable.
The Overlords almost uncontrollably called out and begged. They couldn't bear to see such a perfect dao vanish from the world. It was a sin of sins.
However, Dyon finger raised once more, with a snap, it completely shattered.
The torrential current of space and time seemed intent on shattering apart their reality. The self-implosion of such a strong dao was undeniably powerful. The limit of the Mortal Plane was the 9th Dao level. Had this not been the relatively sturdier Ancient Battlefield, Dyon's actions would have caused a catastrophe.
For any normal individual, the destruction of even one dao meant death. Even if it was an intent or will, it would cause irreparable harm. Yet Dyon only stood casually as though nothing had happened. If it wasn't for the small streak of blood falling from the corner of his lip, one would think that he had shattered the daos of someone else entirely.
Dyon's aura was far weaker than it had been just a few moments ago, yet somehow, he felt more dangerous than he had ever been.
For the first time in his life, the normal looking young man felt a pang of inferiority. It was such a novel feeling that he didn't know how to deal with it. He had been hearing about Dyon almost all his life, yet he had never felt any sort of pressure.
To him, every genius was bound to be tread beneath his feet. They were all grand and lofty when they faced a situation they felt they could easily handle. But, when push came to shove, and they realized that their lives were truly on the line, without fail, each and every one of them would fold.
This went for the True Gods of the Epistemic Tower, the legendary Ancient Constitution wielders of old, and he had thought that Dyon would be no different.
What this young man didn't understand was that he wasn't necessarily wrong. Dyon was just like these other geniuses. It was just that… he had never come across a scenario he believed he couldn't conquer.
"I'm weak enough for you all now, right?"
Dyon somehow felt both weaker than he had in a long time and the most powerful.
Fundamental runes of bronze, silver and gold manifested around his body. But this time, they began to grow and multiply. These were no longer just the fundamental runes of the blue sun world, but also the runes of this mortal plane and more importantly… this battlefield!
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Those in the surroundings were stunned to the point where they no longer had words to speak.
Dyon's qi cultivation was completely gone. It was as though he had never cultivated energy a day in his life, as though he had gone back to the young boy who first set foot into Focus Academy.
Years of cultivation disappeared in a flash. But what was maybe even more shocking was that none of them could understand just what that palm was. Where did it come from? Who executed it?
They were inclined to believe that this was just an act of further suppression by the Heavens unto Dyon. But the timing of Dyon's words and the palm were simply too conspicuous.
"Still not enough for you? Okay."
A crackling array of lightning appeared to Dyon's back. It was absolutely massive, stretching kilometers into the skies and turning the somber world of red into one flooded with bright light.
The imposing might of the lightning dao made the eleven Overlords tremble. Those who broke through with the comprehension facet were simply too rare. Yet, these were still three facet Overlords. Many of them had achieved this breakthrough. But somehow, a mere dao had actually shaken them so much.
This was a difference between depth and breadth of comprehension. This was also the difference between quality of will!
However, Dyon raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
In the next instant, that array shattered into countless reflective pieces.
The Overlords stood frozen in time. They couldn't believe what they were witnessing. Was this the kind of man they could provoke? One who could do such a thing without blinking an eye?
Another array appeared to Dyon's back. This time, it was one of light green, emitting a strong wind qi. The Overlords felt that they were absolute fools. Never did they believe that a wind dao could be so powerful, yet its suffocating presence was only marginally weaker than that of the lightning dao from before.
One after another, daos that alone could make the world tremble appeared and broke into tiny shards of space and reality, causing a dimensional storm that made the Ancient Battlefield quake.
Dyon's meaning was clear. His Dao Heart was so far above their own that they couldn't even fathom it…
If the Heavens wanted to abandon him, he would abandon the Heavens first.
The Overlords didn't register however many dozen daos shattered before their eyes. Even as their hearts were aching toward this incomprehensible scene, they had become completely numb. They stopped asking how… how could such weak daos be so powerful… how could a single man comprehend so many of them… how could they fight such a battle?
In the end, the final dao appeared. Just after a mighty comprehension of Death left the world, a blazing array of one half white and the other black appeared. It was absolutely gorgeous, a sight that seemed to embody the absolute beauty of balance and existence.
This was none other than Dyon's fire dao. The faint heat and chaotic energy it exuded was undeniable.
The Overlords almost uncontrollably called out and begged. They couldn't bear to see such a perfect dao vanish from the world. It was a sin of sins.
However, Dyon finger raised once more, with a snap, it completely shattered.
The torrential current of space and time seemed intent on shattering apart their reality. The self-implosion of such a strong dao was undeniably powerful. The limit of the Mortal Plane was the 9th Dao level. Had this not been the relatively sturdier Ancient Battlefield, Dyon's actions would have caused a catastrophe.
For any normal individual, the destruction of even one dao meant death. Even if it was an intent or will, it would cause irreparable harm. Yet Dyon only stood casually as though nothing had happened. If it wasn't for the small streak of blood falling from the corner of his lip, one would think that he had shattered the daos of someone else entirely.
Dyon's aura was far weaker than it had been just a few moments ago, yet somehow, he felt more dangerous than he had ever been.
For the first time in his life, the normal looking young man felt a pang of inferiority. It was such a novel feeling that he didn't know how to deal with it. He had been hearing about Dyon almost all his life, yet he had never felt any sort of pressure.
To him, every genius was bound to be tread beneath his feet. They were all grand and lofty when they faced a situation they felt they could easily handle. But, when push came to shove, and they realized that their lives were truly on the line, without fail, each and every one of them would fold.
This went for the True Gods of the Epistemic Tower, the legendary Ancient Constitution wielders of old, and he had thought that Dyon would be no different.
What this young man didn't understand was that he wasn't necessarily wrong. Dyon was just like these other geniuses. It was just that… he had never come across a scenario he believed he couldn't conquer.
"I'm weak enough for you all now, right?"
Dyon somehow felt both weaker than he had in a long time and the most powerful.
Fundamental runes of bronze, silver and gold manifested around his body. But this time, they began to grow and multiply. These were no longer just the fundamental runes of the blue sun world, but also the runes of this mortal plane and more importantly… this battlefield!
Those in the surroundings were stunned to the point where they no longer had words to speak. Dyon's qi cultivation was completely gone. It was as though he had never cultivated energy a day in his life, as though he had gone back to the young boy who first set foot into Focus Academy. Years of cultivation disappeared in a flash. But what was maybe even more shocking was that none of them could understand just what that palm was. Where did it come from? Who executed it? They were inclined to believe that this was just an act of further suppression by the Heavens unto Dyon. But the timing of Dyon's words and the palm were simply too conspicuous. "Still not enough for you? Okay." A crackling array of lightning appeared to Dyon's back. It was absolutely massive, stretching kilometers into the skies and turning the somber world of red into one flooded with bright light. The imposing might of the lightning dao made the eleven Overlords tremble. Those who broke through with the comprehension facet were simply too rare. Yet, these were still three facet Overlords. Many of them had achieved this breakthrough. But somehow, a mere dao had actually shaken them so much. This was a difference between depth and breadth of comprehension. This was also the difference between quality of will! However, Dyon raised his hand and snapped his fingers. In the next instant, that array shattered into countless reflective pieces. The Overlords stood frozen in time. They couldn't believe what they were witnessing. Was this the kind of man they could provoke? One who could do such a thing without blinking an eye? Another array appeared to Dyon's back. This time, it was one of light green, emitting a strong wind qi. The Overlords felt that they were absolute fools. Never did they believe that a wind dao could be so powerful, yet its suffocating presence was only marginally weaker than that of the lightning dao from before. One after another, daos that alone could make the world tremble appeared and broke into tiny shards of space and reality, causing a dimensional storm that made the Ancient Battlefield quake. Dyon's meaning was clear. His Dao Heart was so far above their own that they couldn't even fathom it If the Heavens wanted to abandon him, he would abandon the Heavens first. The Overlords didn't register however many dozen daos shattered before their eyes. Even as their hearts were aching toward this incomprehensible scene, they had become completely numb. They stopped asking how how could such weak daos be so powerful how could a single man comprehend so many of them how could they fight such a battle? In the end, the final dao appeared. Just after a mighty comprehension of Death left the world, a blazing array of one half white and the other black appeared. It was absolutely gorgeous, a sight that seemed to embody the absolute beauty of balance and existence. This was none other than Dyon's fire dao. The faint heat and chaotic energy it exuded was undeniable. The Overlords almost uncontrollably called out and begged. They couldn't bear to see such a perfect dao vanish from the world. It was a sin of sins. However, Dyon finger raised once more, with a snap, it completely shattered. The torrential current of space and time seemed intent on shattering apart their reality. The self-implosion of such a strong dao was undeniably powerful. The limit of the Mortal Plane was the 9th Dao level. Had this not been the relatively sturdier Ancient Battlefield, Dyon's actions would have caused a catastrophe. For any normal individual, the destruction of even one dao meant death. Even if it was an intent or will, it would cause irreparable harm. Yet Dyon only stood casually as though nothing had happened. If it wasn't for the small streak of blood falling from the corner of his lip, one would think that he had shattered the daos of someone else entirely. Dyon's aura was far weaker than it had been just a few moments ago, yet somehow, he felt more dangerous than he had ever been. For the first time in his life, the normal looking young man felt a pang of inferiority. It was such a novel feeling that he didn't know how to deal with it. He had been hearing about Dyon almost all his life, yet he had never felt any sort of pressure. To him, every genius was bound to be tread beneath his feet. They were all grand and lofty when they faced a situation they felt they could easily handle. But, when push came to shove, and they realized that their lives were truly on the line, without fail, each and every one of them would fold. This went for the True Gods of the Epistemic Tower, the legendary Ancient Constitution wielders of old, and he had thought that Dyon would be no different. What this young man didn't understand was that he wasn't necessarily wrong. Dyon was just like these other geniuses. It was just that he had never come across a scenario he believed he couldn't conquer. "I'm weak enough for you all now, right?" Dyon somehow felt both weaker than he had in a long time and the most powerful. Fundamental runes of bronze, silver and gold manifested around his body. But this time, they began to grow and multiply. These were no longer just the fundamental runes of the blue sun world, but also the runes of this mortal plane and more importantly this battlefield!
