Chapter 2000: Complacency
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Chapter 2000 Complacency
?2000 Complacency
This matter was not a joke. Due to the actions of the Death Phoenixes of time's past, the Mortal Plane which once had a near infinite number of universes barely had over 1000 quadrants currently.
However, would those of the Ancient Battlefield be limited to this number?
Think about it. These would be all of the Failed Clans of history. Just how many Clans, Sects, and powerhouses could be produced from a mortal plane that once spanned a near infinite area?
Whether it be quantity or quality, the mortal plane was outmatched beyond a doubt!
Dyon didn't have time to worry about these fools. Even if he was this powerful now, what if he was facing three Higher Existences instead? What about four? What if that number was suddenly thousands?!
This was no time for complacency. If these fools didn't see reason, he would just kill until they did.
Due to the exploration of his clones, Dyon had a far better understanding of the Ancient Battlefield in comparison to everyone else on the mortal plane. If he could solve this issue himself, he would have long since done so. At the very least, he would have taken action in the last two years.
In reality, this was meant to be a punishment for them as Failed Clans. After all, if one could still reach the Immortal Plane after being jailed on the Ancient Battlefield, wouldn't such a deal be too good? But in reality, it was nothing short of a death sentence for their Mortal Plane!
Dyon had all of these things weighing on his mind constantly. 80 years might sound like a lot of time, but the truth was that it was nothing more than a blink of an eye. He himself might be able to improve massively in that time, but what about everyone else?
This was where the second aspect of his plans had to come in. He needed to raise the standards of the mortal plane as a whole. Only by doing this would they stand a small chance.
There was good news amidst all of this bad. The Failed Clans weren't a single entity. As much as they wanted to find a place on the mortal plane by destroying them as Defenders, they were also competing with one another.
Their vast numbers were a double-edged sword. Countless Failed Clans had accumulated on the Ancient Battlefield since the Chaos and Primordial Eras, but this only made even more certain that they couldn't share the mortal plane amongst all of them.
This was the only chance the Defenders had. They had to find a path toward victory amongst the innumerable number of Clan and Sect wars.
"Like I've said before, I have no intention of helping out the Sapientia and Nephilim Alliance. Unless you give me an appropriate explanation, the Devil Quadrants and Transcendent Beast Alliance alone will receive the support of my Celestial Deer Sect."
The coughing sounds of Estein and Yadmere spewing up blood played as a backdrop to Dyon's words.
"Since all of the powerhouses of the mortal plane are already here, in three days, my Sacharro Clan will hold a meeting. This will lay out the plan for the next eighty years until the Ancient Battlefield descends. I believe I've proven myself enough and feel no need to waste any more words on why I should take the lead in these matters. If anyone disagrees, don't blame me for you losing your life."
Dyon descended from the skies to land in the midst of Luna, Madeleine, his daughter and the master-disciple pair.
Rose couldn't help but look at him as though she was gazing at a monster, while Jade's gaze was toward the ground, a slight blush painting her soft cheeks.This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.
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Chapter 2000 Complacency
?2000 Complacency
This matter was not a joke. Due to the actions of the Death Phoenixes of time's past, the Mortal Plane which once had a near infinite number of universes barely had over 1000 quadrants currently.
However, would those of the Ancient Battlefield be limited to this number?
Think about it. These would be all of the Failed Clans of history. Just how many Clans, Sects, and powerhouses could be produced from a mortal plane that once spanned a near infinite area?
Whether it be quantity or quality, the mortal plane was outmatched beyond a doubt!
Dyon didn't have time to worry about these fools. Even if he was this powerful now, what if he was facing three Higher Existences instead? What about four? What if that number was suddenly thousands?!
This was no time for complacency. If these fools didn't see reason, he would just kill until they did.
Due to the exploration of his clones, Dyon had a far better understanding of the Ancient Battlefield in comparison to everyone else on the mortal plane. If he could solve this issue himself, he would have long since done so. At the very least, he would have taken action in the last two years.
In reality, this was meant to be a punishment for them as Failed Clans. After all, if one could still reach the Immortal Plane after being jailed on the Ancient Battlefield, wouldn't such a deal be too good? But in reality, it was nothing short of a death sentence for their Mortal Plane!
Dyon had all of these things weighing on his mind constantly. 80 years might sound like a lot of time, but the truth was that it was nothing more than a blink of an eye. He himself might be able to improve massively in that time, but what about everyone else?
This was where the second aspect of his plans had to come in. He needed to raise the standards of the mortal plane as a whole. Only by doing this would they stand a small chance.
There was good news amidst all of this bad. The Failed Clans weren't a single entity. As much as they wanted to find a place on the mortal plane by destroying them as Defenders, they were also competing with one another.
Their vast numbers were a double-edged sword. Countless Failed Clans had accumulated on the Ancient Battlefield since the Chaos and Primordial Eras, but this only made even more certain that they couldn't share the mortal plane amongst all of them.
This was the only chance the Defenders had. They had to find a path toward victory amongst the innumerable number of Clan and Sect wars.
"Like I've said before, I have no intention of helping out the Sapientia and Nephilim Alliance. Unless you give me an appropriate explanation, the Devil Quadrants and Transcendent Beast Alliance alone will receive the support of my Celestial Deer Sect."
The coughing sounds of Estein and Yadmere spewing up blood played as a backdrop to Dyon's words.
"Since all of the powerhouses of the mortal plane are already here, in three days, my Sacharro Clan will hold a meeting. This will lay out the plan for the next eighty years until the Ancient Battlefield descends. I believe I've proven myself enough and feel no need to waste any more words on why I should take the lead in these matters. If anyone disagrees, don't blame me for you losing your life."
Dyon descended from the skies to land in the midst of Luna, Madeleine, his daughter and the master-disciple pair.
Rose couldn't help but look at him as though she was gazing at a monster, while Jade's gaze was toward the ground, a slight blush painting her soft cheeks.This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.
Chapter 2000 Complacency ?2000 Complacency This matter was not a joke. Due to the actions of the Death Phoenixes of time's past, the Mortal Plane which once had a near infinite number of universes barely had over 1000 quadrants currently. However, would those of the Ancient Battlefield be limited to this number? Think about it. These would be all of the Failed Clans of history. Just how many Clans, Sects, and powerhouses could be produced from a mortal plane that once spanned a near infinite area? Whether it be quantity or quality, the mortal plane was outmatched beyond a doubt! Dyon didn't have time to worry about these fools. Even if he was this powerful now, what if he was facing three Higher Existences instead? What about four? What if that number was suddenly thousands?! This was no time for complacency. If these fools didn't see reason, he would just kill until they did. Due to the exploration of his clones, Dyon had a far better understanding of the Ancient Battlefield in comparison to everyone else on the mortal plane. If he could solve this issue himself, he would have long since done so. At the very least, he would have taken action in the last two years. In reality, this was meant to be a punishment for them as Failed Clans. After all, if one could still reach the Immortal Plane after being jailed on the Ancient Battlefield, wouldn't such a deal be too good? But in reality, it was nothing short of a death sentence for their Mortal Plane! Dyon had all of these things weighing on his mind constantly. 80 years might sound like a lot of time, but the truth was that it was nothing more than a blink of an eye. He himself might be able to improve massively in that time, but what about everyone else? This was where the second aspect of his plans had to come in. He needed to raise the standards of the mortal plane as a whole. Only by doing this would they stand a small chance. There was good news amidst all of this bad. The Failed Clans weren't a single entity. As much as they wanted to find a place on the mortal plane by destroying them as Defenders, they were also competing with one another. Their vast numbers were a double-edged sword. Countless Failed Clans had accumulated on the Ancient Battlefield since the Chaos and Primordial Eras, but this only made even more certain that they couldn't share the mortal plane amongst all of them. This was the only chance the Defenders had. They had to find a path toward victory amongst the innumerable number of Clan and Sect wars. "Like I've said before, I have no intention of helping out the Sapientia and Nephilim Alliance. Unless you give me an appropriate explanation, the Devil Quadrants and Transcendent Beast Alliance alone will receive the support of my Celestial Deer Sect." The coughing sounds of Estein and Yadmere spewing up blood played as a backdrop to Dyon's words. "Since all of the powerhouses of the mortal plane are already here, in three days, my Sacharro Clan will hold a meeting. This will lay out the plan for the next eighty years until the Ancient Battlefield descends. I believe I've proven myself enough and feel no need to waste any more words on why I should take the lead in these matters. If anyone disagrees, don't blame me for you losing your life." Dyon descended from the skies to land in the midst of Luna, Madeleine, his daughter and the master-disciple pair. Rose couldn't help but look at him as though she was gazing at a monster, while Jade's gaze was toward the ground, a slight blush painting her soft cheeks.This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.
