Chapter 2385: 2385
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After Dyon absorbed the Pride Clan's pool of blood, there was a sudden change to his Presence, but he had never been able to truly understand what it was. Following that day, he could no longer tell what his Presence's grade was. In addition, it didn't seem limited in the cultivation realms it could affect any longer.
The only faint understanding he had was that his Presence had become a martial intent. But the truth was he still wasn't certain even of what this was. Things like martial intents and concepts were too rarely used on the mortal plane and Dyon had no one but himself to guide him.
Regardless of what the truth was, it was undeniable that his Presence was taking blazing leaps forward in the moment. If before it was entirely reliant on his body, now, it seemed to stretch outward in a perpetual domain that covered everything.
"Still not coming?"
Dyon disappeared, reappearing in the skies above the Ancestor Unicorn. His crushing weight fell on the Overlord's skull even as his scythe swept forward, cleanly cutting its singular horn from its head.
The slaughter was devastating. With every life Dyon took, his strength seemed to surge to a new height. Following in kind, the Heavens suppression of him would multiply several times over, but he would improve once more in the blink of an eye.
Kaori and the normal young man watched as Dyon snatched and disdained the abilities of eleven individuals who could reign over the world.
Dyon's body, coated in flame of white, seemed like a god come down to pass judgement. Every swing of his scythe, every clench of his fist, every flicker of disdain that corrupted his visage, seared into their minds and their hearts as though chiseled in by the Heavens themselves.
The fundamental runes fluttered around Dyon. Their growing number seemed proportional to his every increase in strength. The more there were, the more laws he snatched away. The more laws he snatched away, the more his battle strength relied solely on himself and nothing else.
His battle strength fluctuated as his tug of war with Heavens raged on.
The more power Dyon snatched away, the more he understood what he must do, what his true cultivation path was. The fundamental runes were a nice parlor trick, but it still fundamentally relied on the Heavens.
This system of fundamental runes he was snatching away would always rely on the Heavens. Even if there came a day where he took it all away, it would only make him untouchable in this one world. This was no longer his goal. His aspirations were far beyond this.
He needed to refine his own foundation. He needed to create his own sense of self, his very own body. He would rebuild every cell of his body, refining himself as though he was a pill from the ground up.
His proof of concept already existed – it was his very own wife. Hadn't he used Ri's body as a cauldron? Why not take it one step further and use his own body as a pill?
Maybe the creator of [Inner World: Sanctuary] had a similar path. He likely wanted to create a world within himself, effectively becoming free from the constraints of all others.
However, that was his solution. This solution was Dyon's own, one he would follow to the very end. This was only the beginning!
Dyon sat on the Ancestor Orc's forehead, not seemingly registering the foul smell coming from the latter's body.
After spending a few moments lost in thought, he leisurely stood, hopping down from his spot on the orc's corpse.
His casual actions left a crater in the Ancestor Orc's skull, causing an ooze of grey, white and red brain matter to drip out.
"Are you going to continue pretending to be nameless, Emytheus Olympus?"
Emytheus, who had regained his apathetic expression after a while, suddenly froze once more.
"You…"
"Oh? Are you surprised that I've remembered you now? You're quite brazen with it too. I remember than an Olympus Clan appeared during the Federation's first mission. Yet, no one seemed to remember you at all.
"You'd think that with the reappearance of a Clan like the Olympus Clan, it would be world shattering news. The mighty angels who saved us from the hands of the titans making a return. Yet, not a word was said about you."
Dyon shook the blood from his scythe. His strength continued to plummet, and having run out of Overlords to snatch strength from, there was only these two remaining. But it didn't matter, this battle was as good as over.
"I wondered what race could curse an entire species of people. It makes sense that it was you angels. Since you created magic, it isn't a surprise that you would also create its opposite in curses. My little sister Meiying happens to know a thing or two about curses.
"You know, I'm a bit hurt. You said that you knew everything about me, but how could you not know something so simple? Do you think I would be stupid enough to realize the effectiveness of curses and never make contingency plans on them?
"I went so far as to hide my father-in-law's return even from his own daughter purely to keep this a secret, but I had no idea I didn't need to go so far."
The palm strike that hit Dyon's back before the battle began was precisely from his father-in-law and Ri's own father. Emytheus may have been prepared to make contingency plans against Little Lyla, but what would he do against another True Empath that had been gone for over a hundred years?
Dyon learned of the potency curses could have the moment he forgot about the existence of his unicorn corpse puppet. He went through so many battles where it could have been greatly helpful, yet he completely forgot about it.
It was then he made a few contingency plans. Who better to see through tricks of the mind if not a True Empath? However, that was contingent of the True Empath, him or herself, not being compromised in the first place. This was where his father-in-law who was currently sitting within his crumbling inner world came in.
"You were planning for me… For over a hundred years…?"
"Don't flatter yourself." Dyon yawned, a bit bored. "I just don't like surprises. You can also stop pretending to be backed into a corner, your acting is terrible.
"I've known you were an Olympus for a long time, yet I still destroyed you Clan's last universe spirit. Do you think I fear you… Or your Ancient Constitution?"
Emytheus' wide eyes slowly calmed, growing ever colder with each passing second.
His hand flashed to the side, a bloody blade entering through one side of Kaori's head and exiting out the other. Dyon hardly batted an eye to this sudden change.
"You know I have such a constitution, yet you dare to stand before me?"
"There's nothing I don't dare to do."
Emytheus suddenly began to laugh. His body swirled with 12 different auras, each drastically different from the last.
"These are words you'll soon regret. I didn't become the first of my kind to reach the Dao Formation Realm by fluke. Your only remaining path is death.
"For the sake of Aritzia… I'll bury you."
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After Dyon absorbed the Pride Clan's pool of blood, there was a sudden change to his Presence, but he had never been able to truly understand what it was. Following that day, he could no longer tell what his Presence's grade was. In addition, it didn't seem limited in the cultivation realms it could affect any longer.
The only faint understanding he had was that his Presence had become a martial intent. But the truth was he still wasn't certain even of what this was. Things like martial intents and concepts were too rarely used on the mortal plane and Dyon had no one but himself to guide him.
Regardless of what the truth was, it was undeniable that his Presence was taking blazing leaps forward in the moment. If before it was entirely reliant on his body, now, it seemed to stretch outward in a perpetual domain that covered everything.
"Still not coming?"
Dyon disappeared, reappearing in the skies above the Ancestor Unicorn. His crushing weight fell on the Overlord's skull even as his scythe swept forward, cleanly cutting its singular horn from its head.
The slaughter was devastating. With every life Dyon took, his strength seemed to surge to a new height. Following in kind, the Heavens suppression of him would multiply several times over, but he would improve once more in the blink of an eye.
Kaori and the normal young man watched as Dyon snatched and disdained the abilities of eleven individuals who could reign over the world.
Dyon's body, coated in flame of white, seemed like a god come down to pass judgement. Every swing of his scythe, every clench of his fist, every flicker of disdain that corrupted his visage, seared into their minds and their hearts as though chiseled in by the Heavens themselves.
The fundamental runes fluttered around Dyon. Their growing number seemed proportional to his every increase in strength. The more there were, the more laws he snatched away. The more laws he snatched away, the more his battle strength relied solely on himself and nothing else.
His battle strength fluctuated as his tug of war with Heavens raged on.
The more power Dyon snatched away, the more he understood what he must do, what his true cultivation path was. The fundamental runes were a nice parlor trick, but it still fundamentally relied on the Heavens.
This system of fundamental runes he was snatching away would always rely on the Heavens. Even if there came a day where he took it all away, it would only make him untouchable in this one world. This was no longer his goal. His aspirations were far beyond this.
He needed to refine his own foundation. He needed to create his own sense of self, his very own body. He would rebuild every cell of his body, refining himself as though he was a pill from the ground up.
His proof of concept already existed – it was his very own wife. Hadn't he used Ri's body as a cauldron? Why not take it one step further and use his own body as a pill?
Maybe the creator of [Inner World: Sanctuary] had a similar path. He likely wanted to create a world within himself, effectively becoming free from the constraints of all others.
However, that was his solution. This solution was Dyon's own, one he would follow to the very end. This was only the beginning!
Dyon sat on the Ancestor Orc's forehead, not seemingly registering the foul smell coming from the latter's body.
After spending a few moments lost in thought, he leisurely stood, hopping down from his spot on the orc's corpse.
His casual actions left a crater in the Ancestor Orc's skull, causing an ooze of grey, white and red brain matter to drip out.
"Are you going to continue pretending to be nameless, Emytheus Olympus?"
Emytheus, who had regained his apathetic expression after a while, suddenly froze once more.
"You…"
"Oh? Are you surprised that I've remembered you now? You're quite brazen with it too. I remember than an Olympus Clan appeared during the Federation's first mission. Yet, no one seemed to remember you at all.
"You'd think that with the reappearance of a Clan like the Olympus Clan, it would be world shattering news. The mighty angels who saved us from the hands of the titans making a return. Yet, not a word was said about you."
Dyon shook the blood from his scythe. His strength continued to plummet, and having run out of Overlords to snatch strength from, there was only these two remaining. But it didn't matter, this battle was as good as over.
"I wondered what race could curse an entire species of people. It makes sense that it was you angels. Since you created magic, it isn't a surprise that you would also create its opposite in curses. My little sister Meiying happens to know a thing or two about curses.
"You know, I'm a bit hurt. You said that you knew everything about me, but how could you not know something so simple? Do you think I would be stupid enough to realize the effectiveness of curses and never make contingency plans on them?
"I went so far as to hide my father-in-law's return even from his own daughter purely to keep this a secret, but I had no idea I didn't need to go so far."
The palm strike that hit Dyon's back before the battle began was precisely from his father-in-law and Ri's own father. Emytheus may have been prepared to make contingency plans against Little Lyla, but what would he do against another True Empath that had been gone for over a hundred years?
Dyon learned of the potency curses could have the moment he forgot about the existence of his unicorn corpse puppet. He went through so many battles where it could have been greatly helpful, yet he completely forgot about it.
It was then he made a few contingency plans. Who better to see through tricks of the mind if not a True Empath? However, that was contingent of the True Empath, him or herself, not being compromised in the first place. This was where his father-in-law who was currently sitting within his crumbling inner world came in.
"You were planning for me… For over a hundred years…?"
"Don't flatter yourself." Dyon yawned, a bit bored. "I just don't like surprises. You can also stop pretending to be backed into a corner, your acting is terrible.
"I've known you were an Olympus for a long time, yet I still destroyed you Clan's last universe spirit. Do you think I fear you… Or your Ancient Constitution?"
Emytheus' wide eyes slowly calmed, growing ever colder with each passing second.
His hand flashed to the side, a bloody blade entering through one side of Kaori's head and exiting out the other. Dyon hardly batted an eye to this sudden change.
"You know I have such a constitution, yet you dare to stand before me?"
"There's nothing I don't dare to do."
Emytheus suddenly began to laugh. His body swirled with 12 different auras, each drastically different from the last.
"These are words you'll soon regret. I didn't become the first of my kind to reach the Dao Formation Realm by fluke. Your only remaining path is death.
"For the sake of Aritzia… I'll bury you."
After Dyon absorbed the Pride Clan's pool of blood, there was a sudden change to his Presence, but he had never been able to truly understand what it was. Following that day, he could no longer tell what his Presence's grade was. In addition, it didn't seem limited in the cultivation realms it could affect any longer. The only faint understanding he had was that his Presence had become a martial intent. But the truth was he still wasn't certain even of what this was. Things like martial intents and concepts were too rarely used on the mortal plane and Dyon had no one but himself to guide him. Regardless of what the truth was, it was undeniable that his Presence was taking blazing leaps forward in the moment. If before it was entirely reliant on his body, now, it seemed to stretch outward in a perpetual domain that covered everything. "Still not coming?" Dyon disappeared, reappearing in the skies above the Ancestor Unicorn. His crushing weight fell on the Overlord's skull even as his scythe swept forward, cleanly cutting its singular horn from its head. The slaughter was devastating. With every life Dyon took, his strength seemed to surge to a new height. Following in kind, the Heavens suppression of him would multiply several times over, but he would improve once more in the blink of an eye. Kaori and the normal young man watched as Dyon snatched and disdained the abilities of eleven individuals who could reign over the world. Dyon's body, coated in flame of white, seemed like a god come down to pass judgement. Every swing of his scythe, every clench of his fist, every flicker of disdain that corrupted his visage, seared into their minds and their hearts as though chiseled in by the Heavens themselves. The fundamental runes fluttered around Dyon. Their growing number seemed proportional to his every increase in strength. The more there were, the more laws he snatched away. The more laws he snatched away, the more his battle strength relied solely on himself and nothing else. His battle strength fluctuated as his tug of war with Heavens raged on. The more power Dyon snatched away, the more he understood what he must do, what his true cultivation path was. The fundamental runes were a nice parlor trick, but it still fundamentally relied on the Heavens. This system of fundamental runes he was snatching away would always rely on the Heavens. Even if there came a day where he took it all away, it would only make him untouchable in this one world. This was no longer his goal. His aspirations were far beyond this. He needed to refine his own foundation. He needed to create his own sense of self, his very own body. He would rebuild every cell of his body, refining himself as though he was a pill from the ground up. His proof of concept already existed it was his very own wife. Hadn't he used Ri's body as a cauldron? Why not take it one step further and use his own body as a pill? Maybe the creator of Inner World: Sanctuary had a similar path. He likely wanted to create a world within himself, effectively becoming free from the constraints of all others. However, that was his solution. This solution was Dyon's own, one he would follow to the very end. This was only the beginning! Dyon sat on the Ancestor Orc's forehead, not seemingly registering the foul smell coming from the latter's body. After spending a few moments lost in thought, he leisurely stood, hopping down from his spot on the orc's corpse. His casual actions left a crater in the Ancestor Orc's skull, causing an ooze of grey, white and red brain matter to drip out. "Are you going to continue pretending to be nameless, Emytheus Olympus?" Emytheus, who had regained his apathetic expression after a while, suddenly froze once more. "You" "Oh? Are you surprised that I've remembered you now? You're quite brazen with it too. I remember than an Olympus Clan appeared during the Federation's first mission. Yet, no one seemed to remember you at all. "You'd think that with the reappearance of a Clan like the Olympus Clan, it would be world shattering news. The mighty angels who saved us from the hands of the titans making a return. Yet, not a word was said about you." Dyon shook the blood from his scythe. His strength continued to plummet, and having run out of Overlords to snatch strength from, there was only these two remaining. But it didn't matter, this battle was as good as over. "I wondered what race could curse an entire species of people. It makes sense that it was you angels. Since you created magic, it isn't a surprise that you would also create its opposite in curses. My little sister Meiying happens to know a thing or two about curses. "You know, I'm a bit hurt. You said that you knew everything about me, but how could you not know something so simple? Do you think I would be stupid enough to realize the effectiveness of curses and never make contingency plans on them? "I went so far as to hide my father-in-law's return even from his own daughter purely to keep this a secret, but I had no idea I didn't need to go so far." The palm strike that hit Dyon's back before the battle began was precisely from his father-in-law and Ri's own father. Emytheus may have been prepared to make contingency plans against Little Lyla, but what would he do against another True Empath that had been gone for over a hundred years? Dyon learned of the potency curses could have the moment he forgot about the existence of his unicorn corpse puppet. He went through so many battles where it could have been greatly helpful, yet he completely forgot about it. It was then he made a few contingency plans. Who better to see through tricks of the mind if not a True Empath? However, that was contingent of the True Empath, him or herself, not being compromised in the first place. This was where his father-in-law who was currently sitting within his crumbling inner world came in. "You were planning for me For over a hundred years?" "Don't flatter yourself." Dyon yawned, a bit bored. "I just don't like surprises. You can also stop pretending to be backed into a corner, your acting is terrible. "I've known you were an Olympus for a long time, yet I still destroyed you Clan's last universe spirit. Do you think I fear you Or your Ancient Constitution?" Emytheus' wide eyes slowly calmed, growing ever colder with each passing second. His hand flashed to the side, a bloody blade entering through one side of Kaori's head and exiting out the other. Dyon hardly batted an eye to this sudden change. "You know I have such a constitution, yet you dare to stand before me?" "There's nothing I don't dare to do." Emytheus suddenly began to laugh. His body swirled with 12 different auras, each drastically different from the last. "These are words you'll soon regret. I didn't become the first of my kind to reach the Dao Formation Realm by fluke. Your only remaining path is death. "For the sake of Aritzia I'll bury you."
