Chapter 1221 Only Path
His reasoning was simple. Dyon wasn't even out of his trial when he left on this mission, in fact, he was still in the middle of his third trial. A few months wasn't enough to complete it, which meant that much more time than they had perceived passed.
However, when they reached this Mystical World, everything changed. Time slowed, extending their misery even more…
"Don't speak about what I should do. I only want to hear what happened."
Zabia coughed, bitterly laughing. Knowing that he wouldn't change Dyon's mind, he could only start to explain.
"We came here following my connection to the Jafari Clan treasure. Eventually, we trained in on this Palace and made our way here. However, the Palace was covered by a barrier that wouldn't allow us in.
"Once we tried to get it anyway, we were blasted away. But that was when a spirit appeared to us and began to rant about just how much he hated his successor. He told us that if we could manage to show more potential than this successor, that he would allow us in. So, everyday, we trained with the centennials he sent out… It's been over five hundred years since we started…"
Dyon's eyes contracted. A hundred years to them was only a single year in the outside, meaning five hundred years was five. If he accounted for the decelerated time they likely experienced outside, this was enough to explain their long disappearance.
However, Zabia had trained for 500 years and still lost?! Who did this?!
'Training in this kind of time warp, even with an expert's fingerprints on it, isn't very efficient.' Little Yin explained. 'Learning wills becomes very difficult due to the warp. This difficulty of comprehension also extends energy comprehension, making breaking into a new realm very difficult. It's impressive that they even became peak celestials. That said, what this sort of time warp is very good with is increasing battle prowess…'
Zabia shook his head, deep grief evident in his eyes. "The spirit began training us in earnest. I think it's because he was bored… However, he'll only appear every few weeks, and sometimes he'll disappear for months and years at a time.
"When he saw that we wanted to attempt to break into the dao formation realm, he said we weren't ready and sealed our cultivation, telling us to train up our bodies and souls first, then disappeared. But his timing was unfortunate…"
Dyon didn't need to hear the rest of the story. He already understood what had happened.
Zabia and the disciples of Madeleine's parents had astonishingly become peak celestials, the worst of them had been at the 10th stage, while Zabia had even entered the 12th stage. They had been preparing to enter the dao formation realm when their master-in-name and apparent spirit of the Demon Sage Palace wanted them to temper their foundations and increase their soul and body strength first.
However, while their cultivations were sealed, they were then attacked…
"Some dark beast bastard said that these were the lands of his clan and that we would serve as punishment for all those who dared to take what was his." Iaachus trembled in anger, causing the wounds that Dyon had meticulously closed to reopen. "My junior brothers…"
Iaachus wanted to shed tears, but his tear ducts were too damaged. In the end, hot blood flowed from his sockets, sliding down his face.
Dyon's heart ached. He hadn't had a good impression of these guys before. They had never fought any campaigns, yet they were so arrogant. But, over the years, they had changed. If Zabia was willing to go on a life and death mission with them, Dyon didn't need to ask to know that they had matured.
'Dyon, seal their bodies with your crystal will. If they continue like this, they'll die before you can save them.' Little Yang said quickly.
Nodding heavily, Dyon complied. "Rest easy for now. I'll handle it."
Dyon's crystal will bloomed, encompassing the body of Zabia and Iaachus. After a long moment, Dyon stood, his wide back facing the beast clan geniuses.
His divine sense shook violently, fighting against the barrier the Demon Sage placed. "Break!"
In a moment, an overwhelming Presence tore through the Mystical World's space, shattering the divine sense protection.
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"These things are yours?" Zabia sneered, looking toward the black cloaked individual. "The treasures of my Jafari family permeate the very air here, yet you dare claim that it's your own?!"
"Don't bother with a bastard like him, Brother Zabia. We'll just beat him into submission!" Trot's rage reached a fever pitch. This bastard actually dared to attack them because of a Palace even he himself couldn't enter?! What a fucking scumbag!
The six of them couldn't help but think that if their cultivations weren't sealed, they'd only need one finger to kill this bastard. Yet, that old fogie hadn't come to see them in years, what could they do?
"The things of the Golden Crown Crow Clan aren't for those of the pitiful human race to lay their hands on. Die!"
Balor's momentum was overwhelming, but he was also cruel. He skinned them, chopped their hands and feet off, even boiling them in their own blood before hanging them from a stake for all to see. His torture knew no bounds… He didn't blink once the entire time…
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In that instant, the grey blob rescinded from Dyon's sight, only remaining around the palace itself. Out from that point, every blade of grass became as clear as day.
"Bring me a black clothed individual of the Golden Crown Crow Clan." Dyon's voice rumbled through the field.
The eyes of the geniuses narrowed. What kind of joke was this? To challenge Balor like this, wasn't he asking to die? They were simply too far away from Dyon for his bloodline's pressure to be clear to them.
At that moment, a shadowy figure appeared from within the trees, his gait steady as he walked toward Dyon.
"Brother Balor, you don't have to fight him! He's not worthy of such a thing!" Two geniuses who could count as Balor's cousins clamoured. They had been among the 15 total geniuses that entered Chaos Universe, but Balor was more of a lone wolf, so they left him alone. But, they still wanted to curry a favor with this cousin of theirs to improve their rank in the Clan.
"You are their leader?" Ignoring the words of his cousins, Balor spoke to Dyon, his eyes hidden behind his hood.
Dyon turned toward the beast clan geniuses for the first time. Even while being tens of miles away from them, his appearance was clear. Not only were they beasts, giving them added physical gifts, but they were also celestials. Seeing from so far away was an easy feat for them.
'So handsome!' Kaa's green-purple eyes shone with a bright light, the heat in her belly blazing with an added fire.
Silver Fang's wives looked away, pretending not to see the curious glance their husband gave them after they didn't manage to hide their reaction to Dyon's appearance. He looked much different now that his face wasn't disfigured with wounds.
'Hmph, I still prefer Lord Husband.' Vera mumbled to herself.
However, while the women were lost in their own dream land, Dyon's expression never wavered. It was just that his aura had become so concentrated that it hovered around a small distance from him.
"I'll take your silence as acceptance." Balor continued lightly. "Since you seem to also believe that you can attempt to take what is mine from me, your fate will be worse than theirs."
Dyon's foot slowly raised into the air.
At this moment, the eyes of Balor's cousins flashed. "How dare you attack Brother Balor!"
They flashed forward, passing by Balor in the blink of an eye and appearing before Dyon. But, before their fists could land, Dyon's foot had descended. In an instant, Dyon crossed tens of miles, shattering his previous limits to appear before Balor.
Before Balor's eyes could even widen in shock, Dyon's hand had already fiercely wrapped around his throat while his other tore Balor's cloak from his body, revealing the face of an ugly and pale young man.
"Do you really believe that you're my opponent?" Dyon growled, his aura causing Balor's eyes to finally widen in fear. "You've killed three of my brothers… Your only path is death!"