Chapter 1882 Full Advantage
How could he have forgotten this? He felt like pulling his own hair out.
In truth, a part of him felt that he shouldn't be blamed. During all the years he had had the Soul Tome by his side, it had only ever shown him a single technique… [Inner World: Sanctuary]!
The more Dyon thought about it, the more he realized he was being played. This stupid Tome had what his grand teacher called the greatest cultivation technique ever created within its pages, so why the hell hadn't it shown it any more good stuff since then? Was it holding back on him?!
The Soul Tome's passive ability was healing and cleansing the soul. Thanks to it, Dyon could take soul wisps and make them whole, allowing the dead that had reached the celestial realm with their souls to form bodies for themselves once more.
This alone was a shocking enough ability and truly displayed the might of the Treasures of the 33 Heavens.
However, The Soul Tome's active ability was almost more heaven defying.
Depending on soul strength, any technique could be instantly mastered to the Completion Boundary. Though this made it more difficult to reach the One with Self Realm, the trade off was simply too good. One had to know that even Dao Formation Experts took countless millennia to study a single Divine Grade technique, yet even they wouldn't dare to guarantee reaching that height. Even if they were Higher Existences, they wouldn't dare.
But, what Dyon had forgotten was that this active ability of the Soul Tome required it to store the techniques its master wanted to comprehend. This meant that the Soul Tome had within its pages the techniques of every single one of its masters of the past!
How could he have forgotten something like this? This time, it was completely unrelated to unicorns. It could all be pinned to his stupidity.
Dyon sighed. "Alright. Once that annoying old man finishes healing his soul…"
Esmeralda suddenly giggled.
"What is it?" Dyon immediately felt a bad premonition coming along.
"Sargeras' soul is by far his greatest weak point. How could it take so long for his soul to heal? It's not even 1% of my own strength. After just half a year, his soul was already healed. What's taking a long time isn't his soul, but rather the reformation of his body that made him capable of killing that Higher Existence Infernal Beast…"
Dyon was stunned before he began to grit his teeth.
"That conniving old man!"
About ten years ago, Dyon stalled the rebuilding of his master and Sargeras' for a moment because he wanted to use the Soul Tome to master those few thousand Earth and Heaven grade techniques to completion.
He had had a brief talk with Sargeras back then about how much longer it would take his soul to heal, and that damnable old man actually said a few decades.
Back then, Dyon hadn't thought much of it. He was too focused on raising his own strength, not to mention guiding Little Alauna along her own cultivation path. But the words of his master were like an anvil falling into a calm lake.
"Don't be too mad." Esmeralda said with a sweet smile. "He's only trying to gain some small advantages. You know his pride, he would rather die than ask you for help."
Dyon understood what was happening. Sargeras probably found some techniques within the Soul Tome that were of help to him. But his pride wouldn't allow him to ask Dyon for help, so he came up with an excuse to stay with the Soul Tome for longer.
Since he wasn't the Soul Tome's owner, he couldn't instantly learn those techniques like Dyon could. So, he could only memorize them the old-fashioned way.
The issue was that all the techniques written into the Soul Tome were converted into arrays with multiple moving parts. With the Demon Sage's weak soul path, he, who could usually memorize most techniques with a single glance, was actually taking years to grasp the techniques he wanted to comprehend.
In the end, Dyon sighed.
"Ah, whatever. I'll let him keep this small bit of face."
In these last few years, Sargeras had taken a good role in Alauna's life. His daughter even called that old con artist grandpa now and he treated Alauna as his own granddaughter. Since that was the case, Dyon would be magnanimous this one time.
He had a feeling with how much time Alauna spent with that old man, that she knew what he was up to, especially with her intelligence. The fact she hadn't told him meant she stood on his side. Since Dyon doted his daughter more than anyone else, even when it came to the Demon Sage, he would let her have her way.
Plus, this was good news. That meant that the Demon Sage was already infinitesimally close to rebuilding his body. When he did, the Mortal Alliance would gain another individual with Higher Existence level strength. With both Luna and Sargeras, the Mortal Alliance would gain some breathing room…
"Alright." Dyon said with a faint resolution. "I'll take some more time. After Little Alauna's 21st birthday, I'll go and retrieve what's rightfully ours from the 99 universes. That old man can keep taking advantage of me for a little while longer."
Dyon once more sunk into leisurely state. Many would think he was lazy, but only those close to him knew how hard he worked daily. Even while he reclined in a half sleep to the back of Soul Palace with Amphorae on his chest, whether it was his inner world avatar, or his clones, they were all hard at work.
Still, Dyon knew well that using his true body would speed many things up. But, he refused to do so.
The world was on a ticking timebomb that would erupt in less than 100 years now. He had a feeling that from the time the Ancient Battlefield descended, to the time of The Entity's death, he wouldn't have another long period of relaxation again…
So, he took full advantage. He spent time with his daughter, his wives, his friends, his family…