Chapter 1345 Monopolized
While a Mystical World could only be created with the power of an individual, a Legacy World received the help of the Heavens to be created!
Why was it that mere saints and celestials who barely grasped any sort of spatial laws could create Legacy Worlds? Why was it that the Mortal Clan could survive in those Legacy Worlds that opened on Earth for so many years despite being so weak? It was because the Heavens were fair.
When a cultivator reached the end of his lifespan, he was the most connected with the Heavens he would ever be. In that state, they're able to project their will to allow the Heavens to construct a method for them to pass on their knowledge. If it wasn't for this fact, every Legacy World would be formed by nothing but Peak Dao experts and Higher Existences!
How was this related now? It was because Legacy Worlds had several advantages Mystical Worlds did not, causing the Lord Creator to have no choice but to create one. However, it also have many disadvantages that were playing out their role right now.
For advantages, Legacy Worlds could exist indefinitely due to the support they received from the Heavens. Secondly, the spirit of the Legacy World's owner would not dissipate until the Legacy was claim, even without the support of any other treasures.
These two advantages alone made it clear why the Lord Creator would choose this route. He knew how long it would take for him to accomplish his goals, so he knew that using his own resources to maintain his life was simply impossible. If he didn't rely on the Heavens, he would have long since died!
However, with this choice came disadvantages as well. Legacy Worlds had to follow Rules so that unsatisfied and jealous experts couldn't take out their frustrations on youth. The Heavens would never allow something evil and unfair to exist under its rule. As such, the Lord Creator was forced to set a rules that he could never break. If he broke them, or even attempted to break them, he'd suffer a backlash that would destroy his remaining spirit.
This sea of blue flames here wasn't accumulating life in order to sustain his soul. It was accumulating life essence so that the Lord Creator could reconstruct his own body!
Dyon suddenly understood why no matter how much he searched the ground, he couldn't find the ingredients he needed to construct his clone and rebuild his master's body. They had all been monopolized by this bastard!
Dyon grit his teeth. How many lives had been sacrificed to form this flame? This was already far more than what was needed to revive a dao expert at full power. Even reviving many high dao experts would hardly put a dent into this life essence.
This should have been great. With the help of these flames, creating his clones and reviving his master would be far easier. However, since when had Dyon lacked life essence? His Empire's center was graced by the Life Stone! At this point, he couldn't find any sort of happiness, all he felt was endless rage.
The gluttony displayed here… To continue gathering the life essence of thousands of young geniuses over trillions of years… Not only this Lord Creator, but the Golden Crow Sect deserved to be destroyed!
Dyon wasn't some sort of sanctimonious person. He didn't have a broad heart or an open mind, if he did, he wouldn't have tortured Lillianna for almost a hundred years. So, he had no issues using these flames even if they were the accumulations of the dead. However, that didn't mean that he wouldn't make the Lord Creator pay a severe price for his greed.
Together, Dyon and Madeleine walked forward, shooting down skeleton after skeleton. Although they would always rise back up, by the time they had, the couple could be a long ways past them.
Soon, Dyon realized that his black flames were a perfect counter to these immortal skeletons. With just a single thought from him, those skeletons never rose again.
It wasn't long before they had made their way into another throne room. This time, however, despite being just as large and seemingly as imposing as the others, Dyon pulled Madeleine back from stepping over the threshold. Despite there not being a change in his expression, his calm state of mind couldn't stop the physiological response of his body. He felt a cold sweat mat his back, covering his white, black and gold tattoos in a sheen of liquid.
Madeleine looked toward Dyon worriedly. Why did he react like this?
Although his grip was just as gentle on her hand, and his face hadn't shone any fluctuations, how could Madeleine not tell what inner turmoil was going on within him? Their souls were connected, after all.
The consequences of stepping onto and comprehending a portion of the beast path was rearing its ugly head. Dyon felt a pressure he had only felt one time before. But, in this case, while he felt a faint understanding that Evangeline wouldn't hurt him, a deep murderous intent showered him right now.
'No, this isn't the beast path. This is Presence. This person is very close to comprehending God level Presence…'
At the moment, the aura was very withdrawn and condensed, but Dyon's senses imperceptibly caught onto its outer edges. This Lord Creator's Presence had somehow perfectly fused with his kill intent.
Much like Battle Intent, Killing Intent was another intangible will on the Spirituality path. Those with Donari's constitution were able to form it far easier than others and even use it to directly attack the soul. Dyon couldn't help but shudder when he thought what the ramifications would be if this Lord Creator had Donari's abilities.
In such a situation, even if a dao expert was here, they would die with their eyes wide open.
'I was right to think that this was too dangerous…'
Dyon looked at Madeleine, but the resolute expression in her eyes made him sigh. If he really forced her to retreat, he felt that his kindhearted Madeleine would turn into a she-devil at the flip of a hat.
After a deep breath, Dyon's manifestations bloomed into existence. He stepped forward, crossing the barrier with absolute strength to his back.
It was at this moment that Madeleine finally felt what Dyon had felt. Her foot skidded backward involuntarily before she grit her teeth to stand by Dyon's side. If it wasn't for the strength of Dyon's body, he was certain that this wife of his would have grinded his hand to dust. But, he didn't say a word, continuing to hold her hand gently.
Suddenly, a familiar laughter akin to grinding bones filled their ears. A grating, 'Gya Gya Gya' resounded. It penetrated into their bones, and pierced through the soul. Dyon had been called a Reaper once before during Earth's World Tournament, but he felt that compared to this man, he was severely lacking.
"To think that you would actually come here. I was entirely prepared to slumber for another few billion years before finally completing my plans after you were long dead. But, to think you've given me the ability to complete it now."