Chapter 2190: Tovias
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Chapter 2190 Tovias
Dyon's mind slowly churned.
If one compared the state this hidden world core space was in now compared to 15 years ago, it would be easy to realize that it was now even more dangerous and violent, the exact opposite of what Dyon had been going for.
However, Dyon didn't seem to have much of a reaction to this. He quietly floated through the miasma of hot gases, his skin and flesh being eaten away at, without so much as a change in expression.
This was maybe the most difficult thing Dyon had to do in his life. Not only was the Dark Flame bubble world's core far more powerful than that of the desert bubble world, but in order to balance is, Dyon needed to tread a path of his martial way he was never really fond of.
The way of this Dark Flame world was far more in line with Dyon's tendencies. Darkness... fire... emotions of rage, arrogance, oppressiveness...
However, if he wanted to balance this world core out with his own creation, he needed to be the opposite of these things. He had to tend toward the light, to dive into the world of water and ice, to tap into emotions of love, calmness, and humility.
Maybe if it was a world with a different tendency, Dyon would have already succeeded. But, even on the 20th year, Dyon still floated through the 8th tier, his progress as slow as an ant's.
**
The mood of the retired Patriarch had become steadily worse over the past several years. No one had seen his innocent smile in just as long and he seemed to have aged countless years in such a short span of time.
His gaze seemed clouded by a perpetual red. Even his own granddaughter couldn't bear being in the same room as him for too long.
"If I knew this would happen, I would have killed that boy the moment I laid eyes on him!" Patriarch Nightwell grit his teeth.
Even if it didn't have immediate effects, down the road it could become a weakness their enemies could grasp.
"Are they coming as well?" Mistress Nightwell retracted her murderous gaze, replacing it with a hint of apprehension.
"They always will. We are not powerful enough to stop them, so we must acquiesce."
"Sharing the truths of our world core with outsiders has never sat right with me. And, they will take the opportunity to harass our little girl as well. I won't hold back my temper if I see such shamelessness again!"
"Just endure." Patriarch Nightwell said plainly. "If father breaks through, we'll have some leeway. Even if he doesn't, Little Crystella will definitely succeed in breaking down that barrier one day. This won't be the state of affairs forever. The Nightwell Clan will reclaim our Well Ancestor's pride."
...
"... Did we hear you clearly, Tier 3 General Tovias...?"
"I don't like repeating myself. There's been a draft for this Star Segment. The Spiritual Sages have predicted a Surge is coming. Your Dark Flame bubble world will take part in this.
"The draft list has already been sent to you in advance. It was taken directly from only those who have registered to the Void Army. This is part of the job."
Patriarch Nightwell's expression turned downcast.
He had been preparing to receive youths from a rival bubble world just today, but he had never expected that their arrival to come with this sort of news.
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Chapter 2190 Tovias
Dyon's mind slowly churned.
If one compared the state this hidden world core space was in now compared to 15 years ago, it would be easy to realize that it was now even more dangerous and violent, the exact opposite of what Dyon had been going for.
However, Dyon didn't seem to have much of a reaction to this. He quietly floated through the miasma of hot gases, his skin and flesh being eaten away at, without so much as a change in expression.
This was maybe the most difficult thing Dyon had to do in his life. Not only was the Dark Flame bubble world's core far more powerful than that of the desert bubble world, but in order to balance is, Dyon needed to tread a path of his martial way he was never really fond of.
The way of this Dark Flame world was far more in line with Dyon's tendencies. Darkness... fire... emotions of rage, arrogance, oppressiveness...
However, if he wanted to balance this world core out with his own creation, he needed to be the opposite of these things. He had to tend toward the light, to dive into the world of water and ice, to tap into emotions of love, calmness, and humility.
Maybe if it was a world with a different tendency, Dyon would have already succeeded. But, even on the 20th year, Dyon still floated through the 8th tier, his progress as slow as an ant's.
**
The mood of the retired Patriarch had become steadily worse over the past several years. No one had seen his innocent smile in just as long and he seemed to have aged countless years in such a short span of time.
His gaze seemed clouded by a perpetual red. Even his own granddaughter couldn't bear being in the same room as him for too long.
"If I knew this would happen, I would have killed that boy the moment I laid eyes on him!" Patriarch Nightwell grit his teeth.
Even if it didn't have immediate effects, down the road it could become a weakness their enemies could grasp.
"Are they coming as well?" Mistress Nightwell retracted her murderous gaze, replacing it with a hint of apprehension.
"They always will. We are not powerful enough to stop them, so we must acquiesce."
"Sharing the truths of our world core with outsiders has never sat right with me. And, they will take the opportunity to harass our little girl as well. I won't hold back my temper if I see such shamelessness again!"
"Just endure." Patriarch Nightwell said plainly. "If father breaks through, we'll have some leeway. Even if he doesn't, Little Crystella will definitely succeed in breaking down that barrier one day. This won't be the state of affairs forever. The Nightwell Clan will reclaim our Well Ancestor's pride."
...
"... Did we hear you clearly, Tier 3 General Tovias...?"
"I don't like repeating myself. There's been a draft for this Star Segment. The Spiritual Sages have predicted a Surge is coming. Your Dark Flame bubble world will take part in this.
"The draft list has already been sent to you in advance. It was taken directly from only those who have registered to the Void Army. This is part of the job."
Patriarch Nightwell's expression turned downcast.
He had been preparing to receive youths from a rival bubble world just today, but he had never expected that their arrival to come with this sort of news.
Chapter 2190 ToviasDyon's mind slowly churned.If one compared the state this hidden world core space was in now compared to 15 years ago, it would be easy to realize that it was now even more dangerous and violent, the exact opposite of what Dyon had been going for.However, Dyon didn't seem to have much of a reaction to this. He quietly floated through the miasma of hot gases, his skin and flesh being eaten away at, without so much as a change in expression.This was maybe the most difficult thing Dyon had to do in his life. Not only was the Dark Flame bubble world's core far more powerful than that of the desert bubble world, but in order to balance is, Dyon needed to tread a path of his martial way he was never really fond of.The way of this Dark Flame world was far more in line with Dyon's tendencies. Darkness... fire... emotions of rage, arrogance, oppressiveness...However, if he wanted to balance this world core out with his own creation, he needed to be the opposite of these things. He had to tend toward the light, to dive into the world of water and ice, to tap into emotions of love, calmness, and humility.Maybe if it was a world with a different tendency, Dyon would have already succeeded. But, even on the 20th year, Dyon still floated through the 8th tier, his progress as slow as an ant's.**The mood of the retired Patriarch had become steadily worse over the past several years. No one had seen his innocent smile in just as long and he seemed to have aged countless years in such a short span of time.His gaze seemed clouded by a perpetual red. Even his own granddaughter couldn't bear being in the same room as him for too long."If I knew this would happen, I would have killed that boy the moment I laid eyes on him!" Patriarch Nightwell grit his teeth.Even if it didn't have immediate effects, down the road it could become a weakness their enemies could grasp."Are they coming as well?" Mistress Nightwell retracted her murderous gaze, replacing it with a hint of apprehension."They always will. We are not powerful enough to stop them, so we must acquiesce.""Sharing the truths of our world core with outsiders has never sat right with me. And, they will take the opportunity to harass our little girl as well. I won't hold back my temper if I see such shamelessness again!""Just endure." Patriarch Nightwell said plainly. "If father breaks through, we'll have some leeway. Even if he doesn't, Little Crystella will definitely succeed in breaking down that barrier one day. This won't be the state of affairs forever. The Nightwell Clan will reclaim our Well Ancestor's pride."..."... Did we hear you clearly, Tier 3 General Tovias...?""I don't like repeating myself. There's been a draft for this Star Segment. The Spiritual Sages have predicted a Surge is coming. Your Dark Flame bubble world will take part in this."The draft list has already been sent to you in advance. It was taken directly from only those who have registered to the Void Army. This is part of the job."Patriarch Nightwell's expression turned downcast.He had been preparing to receive youths from a rival bubble world just today, but he had never expected that their arrival to come with this sort of news.
