Chapter 1224 Oppression
Dyon silently gazed at the Palace entrance. With a thought, brilliant gold defensive array appeared below Zabia and Iaachus' crystal coffins before also repeating the same process with the remaining four corpses. With Dyon's array alchemy mastery, this feat was effortless.
When Dyon entered the Palace, his whole body couldn't help but relax with an overwhelming sense of comfort. In a single breath, the barrier to his 106th meridian was shattered, steadily filling up with saint energy. If Dyon were to break through to the celestial realm now, he'd be a 6th order expert!
'I could breakthrough to the celestial realm in one sitting of a few days here…'
After cultivating in the chaotic space of this universe for so long, Dyon energy manipulation had grown to exponential heights. It was similar to an athlete continuously training with heavy weight vests on before removing them for their big event. The ease to wish he could cultivate was similar to the ease with which he breathed.
As Dyon walked in, what remained of the Demon Sage's spirit calmly observed him trying to find a flaw, but he could only suck his teeth in anger when he couldn't find anything obvious and blatant. The heavens really did choose the perfect successor for him.
Other experts would be happy beyond belief. Many of them only lived to pass on their teachings so that they could continue to affect the world's karma after they passed on. It was this symbolic form of living that those at the top of the cultivation world sought.
However, the Demon Sage was completely different. His original aspiration was to sit atop the world, to become an existence to fundamental and perfect that he was come to exist into infinity… As long as there was a plane to exist within, his name would continue to resonate. But… He failed.
In the end, the Demon Sage Sargeras Pakal became exactly like those old fogies, except his existence was far more pitifully ironic. Whether it be the Demon Generals or Zabia and the Vinum kids, he trained them all, hoping to find someone who could surpass this successor the heavens had chosen for him. It was meant to be his final 'fuck you' before he left the world.
He was supposed to stand proudly and laugh at the heavens with an arrogant disdain… "You say this is my successor? Well I spit on that! I've found someone far better than you could ever dream of!"
When he had first met Dyon, he had snorted in disdain. Dyon had no ability to energy cultivate, his body cultivation relied on the blood essence of others, and his only talented path was one with the worst battle prowess. How could such a pitiful kid be worthy of him, the Demon Sage? An existence so fearsome that 99 quadrants had to ban together to stop him?!
However, the Dyon before him now had absolutely no flaws. In fact, he was so perfect that the Demon Sage could almost shed tears of shame.
Not only had Dyon somehow managed to gain first grade meridians, his soul was already stronger than the Demon Sage's had ever been in his entire life. On top of this, he had broken into a path the Demon Sage sought for his whole life but could never find… The Titan Path!
The Demon Sage lacked the courage to face Dyon. He could only stare up and into the skies, the vicissitudes of life escaping him in a single all-encompassing sigh.
Was this the reality of life? Was it truly impossible to go against the heavens? Then what were transcendents? Just fools who the heavens allowed to win? Just little children the heavens found adorable? Inconsequential existences that the heavens allowed to have a small ego stroke?
In fact, didn't transcendents die eventually anyway? What bullshit immortal plane? They just lived a little longer than us mortals. Maybe there was some mercy in putting us out of our misery sooner rather than later.
By the time the Demon Sage regained his senses, Dyon had already found his hiding place. How could anything hide from his divine sense? Let alone a spirit.
However, Dyon wasn't paying attention to the Demon Sage at all. Instead, his eyes were trained on the massive marble at the center of the room.
The room itself was completely simple. Lacking the décor of the outside, it was grey and bland. Its only out standing feature was the massive semi-spherical dent at its center, spanning several hundred meters. In fact, it was almost two kilometers in diameter!
This massive space held just one thing: an infernal core!
Dyon's eyes widened. An infernal core of this size… What kind of beast did it come from! And how was it here?!
"This is the core of this world?" Dyon mumbled to himself.
The Demon Sage snorted with pride, causing Dyon to look at him for the first time.
Dyon wasn't surprised to find that even after all of these years, the Demon Sage hadn't lost his sense of self. Usually, spirits, after spending a long time away from their bodies, from become blobs of light like the elvin elders, having forgotten what they looked life. However, the Demon Sage was too prideful and arrogant to ever forget his sense of self.
He was a tall man, standing at almost 2.5 meters tall. His spirit exuded a slight red aura that made him look murderous and illusory… At the same time, his features were handsome, nothing like the ghastly and cloaked figure Dyon met in his Legacy World.
Even in spirit form, the Demon Sage's bare chest exuded a sense of overwhelming vitality.
"This is the infernal core of a true infernal beast of the half-step transcendent realm!"
Dyon sucked in a cold breath. He had only gotten the price equivalents of embryonic infernal cores, he could only fathom how expensive a true infernal core was. This didn't even mention the fact that this was one of a half-step transcendent beast!
Remembering back, the embryonic infernal core of a peak dao formation beast was worth 1000 enigmatic stones… This was the equivalent of a billion transcendent stones and one would need a million times that to calculate the number of dao stones!
Yet, this was a true core of a half-step transcendent beast!
This wasn't all that shocked Dyon to no end. One needed to also consider the battle prowess of one of these beasts!
Dyon had to struggle for half a century to raise his battle prowess to a realm where he was capable of defeating a peak saint even as a lower celestial! As one cultivated, the difference between realm tiers only grew exponentially! The difference between a lower celestial and middle celestial was equivalent to the difference between a lower saint and a peak saint! This was how drastically things changed.
For the Demon Sage to have defeated a half-step transcendent infernal beast… Dyon was truly in awe.
"You were very powerful." Dyon praised without reserve. He had just insulted the Demon Sage savagely to vent his anger, but that didn't mean he didn't have profound respect for him.
The Demon Sage nodded in satisfaction, but he didn't smile. His face remained stoic.
Seeing the Demon Sage's cocky appearance, Dyon rolled his eyes. But, he suddenly thought of something that made his eyes shimmer with an amused light.
"If you hadn't spited me and closed off the Mystical Realm properly, allowing a few planet and even star level spiritual treasures to grow, I would have been able to make you a body for you to have a chance to fulfill your dreams. It's a shame that you didn't do so." Dyon said nonchalantly.
The Demon Sage sneered. "Do I look like a child to you? I'm a star grade runic vein master. You think that if I wanted to construct myself a body I couldn't have?"
Dyon smiled. "Let me guess, because your body wouldn't be able to sustain a partial soul, blah blah, you'd need more power than you could output making it obsolete."
"Since you know, why would you say something so stupid." The Demon Sage frowned, getting a bad premonition.
"Obviously because I have the means to heal a soul completely. Yet, you wanted to throw a temper tantrum. And, even if you hadn't, I still wouldn't help you on account of the fact you caused the deaths and injuries of my subordinates!" Dyon's anger was still boiling. A spirit like the Demon Sage was the weakest against a soul path expert like Dyon.
Even in his strongest state, the Demon Sage's soul was weaker than Dyon's, let alone now.