Chapter 1003 Not Deserved
Madeleine stood in the air, allowing her red mage robes to flutter gently in the midst of her glowing halo. Her hands delicately plucked the strings of her lyre, sending out a calming music that was still somehow filled with a deadly intent.
Much like Dyon, Madeleine had learned to fuse her wills. In fact, considering the time Dyon had spent with his own sealed, she had become much more skillful than he had once been. The most devastating part was that Madeleine's Celestial will never downgraded from its upgrade to a Supreme Law.
Every time Madeleine used it, she remembered the day she felt her will erupt to a new level. She had been certain that Dyon had died. Anyone could see that his wound was far too severe for any normal means to bring him back from the realm of death.
During that fight with Zabia, Dyon had laid everything on the line for him to survive, trusting in his sovereignty path even when he faced Death.
What he didn't know was that that day his determination wasn't alone. Madeleine had made a decision to live her life for her husband on that very day as well.
The combination of music will and celestial will was almost impossible to match. The four geniuses couldn't help but become frustrated when they realized that none of their attacks could even make Madeleine sweat. She hadn't even used her flames yet!
They were simply far too ignorant. Everyone was so distracted by Madeleine's Amethyst Faith Seed that they had completely disregarded the fact that she was born with one of the top three God Constitutions: Goddess' Disposition! Her ability to use purity type wills was second to none and her life essence and ability to heal reached unprecedented levels.
Madeleine's Celestial Will had already reached the 6th intent level, only a breath away from breaching the 7th level and entering the realms of a celestial level intent.
The problem with that was that that metric only applied to normal wills! A supreme level will at the 6th intent level… It was enough to dominate an entire battlefield of saints!
The two sisters grit their teeth in frustration, launching their attacks in combination.
"[Vermillion's Cry: First Feather]." They cried out delicately.
The 3rd and 4th ranked disciples of the Fiery Lotus sect shot backwards, avoiding the attack of the two sisters. The four of them weren't used to working together and couldn't afford to take too many risks in attacking, lest they underestimate the range of each other's attacks. They had no choice but to pull back, launching attacks from the distance.
Two pairs of ribbons shot forward, turning into a blazing trail of fire.
The temperature sky-rocketed, burning the poison in its path.
Madeleine's beautiful violet eyes remained calm as her fingers stretched out. "[Heaven's Pasture: First Overture]."
The melody changed. What once was a simple string of notes without structure became a grand story. Those who were lucky enough to watch felt as though they had been transported to a world of green…
A peaceful feeling overwhelmed them as the steady vibrations in the air slightly distorted.
The wind was delicately molded to Madeleine's soft hands, becoming almost like a vessel for the stars. Dazzling and bright it curved with a mind of its own, shattering the attack of the two sisters.
"[Second Overture]." Madeleine continued calmly, her figure fluttering in the air and seizing their hearts.
The green fields sprouted beautiful flowers that gently bobbed in the wind. A fragrance filled with air, it was as though the flowers weren't an illusion in the sky, but right before them… As though they could reach over and pick them up as long as they wanted to…
The flowers became the embodiment of Madeleine. A beauty they could all see, but not touch. Too pure, too holy. Who would dare to say that they were worthy of such a woman?
The two sister were blasted backward, causing them to spit up blood violently. Even though this was a beautiful scene to everyone else, to them, it was a death sentence. To step into the domain of a Goddess without consequences? Who did they think they were?
By then, the attacks of the two men had reached Madeleine, were immediately deflected by her slowly building world.
"[Third Overture]."
The attacking army began to shiver in terror. Their commanders were being toyed with as though they were children. Only half an hour had passed, yet anyone with eyes could see that Madeleine was toying with them. She was known for her flames yet she still hadn't used them! What chance did they stand?!
The green lands and flowers split, allowing a calm river to spread through it. It gushed silently, filling the lands with a sense of vitality and purity it hadn't had before.
Every overture added a new layer to the world, making it more realistic. Madeleine's music told a story, weaving a reality that her audience had no choice but to accept.
Music will, especially taken to Madeleine path of Creation was among the most versatile of wills, but also among the very most difficult to utilize.
When one mastered music will to a certain level, they became capable of breaking into a new mold and becoming a Composer. The higher level of composer you were, the better your music, the higher level technique you could create… The most powerful music techniques in existence were composed by geniuses of the past…
At this moment, Madeleine's [Heaven's Pasture] was a self-composed music. Madeleine had created her one Lower Level Earth technique!
The moment the world was split by the river, the four disciples were blasted hundreds of meters backwards, their chests heavily caved in.
Madeleine's fingers continued unperturbed. Although her technique could only be classified as a lower level earth technique, since it was created by her, its effectiveness far surpassed that level. It could even be said to be a borderline heaven level technique in her hands. Such was the power of a Composer.
"[Fourth Overture]."
The four geniuses looked up in horror and mountains fell from the skies.
Beautiful and majestic peaks appeared in the illusory world. The green stretched out, flowers graced its soil, rivers gently flowed, and mountains stood tall.
Even Madeleine was strained playing her fourth overture. It contained a hidden domineeringness that she could only bring out when she thought of Dyon. Her nature wasn't to be arrogant or confrontational. But, when it came to her husband and those who dared to provoke him and her ability to stay by his side, she could become the fiercest demon the world.
The tips of her fingers slightly bled as a robust tune played. Those listening felt as though their hearts had been invaded by the melody, stomping out their own intentions and the normal rhythmic beats of their chest to replace it was something entirely new.
BOOM!
The illusory mountain fell upon the ashen faced geniuses.
They tried their best to launch attacks, to destroy the attack before it reached them. But, everything they did was of no use. It was as though they were throwing small stones into an ocean… The mountains only lightly rippled, before Madeleine's Celestial Intent purified the acts of aggression forcefully.
The four geniuses were crushed with tens of thousands of pounds of weight, burying them into the poisonous grounds of the Purple Flame Tower.
Their bones cracked and their organs oozed with injury. Cries of pain sounded out as four geniuses that were once the symbol of arrogance fell pitifully. By the time the illusory world had disappeared, the crater in the ground had grown to untold proportions.
While Madeleine had been fighting, Ava and Thor had cut a path forward and were a mere hundred meters from the entrance of the Purple Flame Tower, valiantly taking the vanguard.
Ava's smile never faded; she had the utmost confidence in Madeleine. However, it was only then that those not familiar with her came to understand there was a vast chasm separating the ranked geniuses of the 3rd and 4th ranked sects of their fourth quadrant as compared to the Flaming Lily and Golden Crow Sects. They didn't deserve to be placed on the same level at all!
Not only was Madeleine far younger than all four of them, she had already surpassed them in cultivation and comprehension. They would be hard-pressed to find jobs shining her shoes.