Madeleine didn’t care much for the theatrics, nor did she care for competition. Her only reason for wanting to grow stronger was to stand by Dyon’s side and pay him back for having always protected her. In fact, the only reason she hadn’t stepped from with Dyon was because she was content to protect his back.
A blaze of violet flas erupted from her body. Delicate wing sprouted from her back, separating into detailed feathers of a Phoenix. Her presence beca intoxicating, distracting many of those around her even long after she had crossed the barrier.
Soon, after God Goldeen took his own step forward, a leisure expression on his handso face as flas of gold appeared around him. The call of a golden crow shook the dark space, coming with it a large illusory manifestation.
Dyon wasn’t paying attention to any of this. Instead, his mind and body were racked with an endless pain as wisps of flas rampaged around his body.
His thod of body refinent wasn’t very complex and emphasized balance. The Demon Sage had made it clear to Dyon that it wasn’t just about toughening his body, but also balance. This balance wasn’t only about evenly distributing these flas, but also about the kind of pain he put his body through. However, that later caveat wasn’t sothing he was focused on right now.
Hours passed by as the geniuses slowly made their way forward. Dyon and Madeleine followed a leisurely pace, not allowing others to dictate their speed.
By now, they had been bathed in a world of flas for so long that they were no longer visible to the elders outside the barrier. In fact, even with protection of their energy, it was only possible to see about a ter or so ahead of them. However… Did Dyon have such a handicap?
“Do you believe that I don’t know that you’re there?” Dyon suddenly spoke, still hovering in the air in ditation. His eyes didn’t have to open. From beginning to end, he had had his divine sense locked onto not only all disciples of the Flaming Lily Sect, he had also been monitoring the surroundings.
Since divine sense had difficulty piercing through certain things, it was no surprise that it was difficult for one to maintain theirs in such an environnt. In fact, many wouldn’t even dare to release their divine sense in such volatile atmosphere. However, Dyon was different. He had no such fear!
“Not speaking?” Dyon sneered. “I’ll give you five seconds. Go back to the fool who gave you this assignnt and keep your life… Or stay and die!”
Dyon heard soone clear their throat awkwardly from ahead. “True God Sacharro, please understand my plight –“
“Four.” Dyon replied blandly.
The voice grit their teeth in growing anger. True God or not, this young man still wasn’t a celestial! As for himself, he was already a middle celestial. Even if he was just of the third order, such a gap was too large to bridge even for an exceptional genius. Who did Dyon think he was speaking to him in this way. However, he forced himself to calm down. Even if Dyon acted this way, he didn’t dare to kill Dyon. His only role was to slow his progress enough to miss the world’s opening. While he and his companions could kill almost anyone else, Dyon and Madeleine were untouchable.
“Then I won’t speak nonsense anymore. Your request is impossible for to fulfill. Please think about your wife’s fellow disciples. Even if your can sohow pass , we won’t allow them to do so.”
For Dyon, understanding this was simple. This fool must think that Dyon only understood his imdiately surroundings, but wasn’t this barrier a re hundred kiloters in range? For a normal celestial, covering this area with their divine sense was impossible, this was because most of them only had the range of a few kiloters at most, with the best having a few dozen. It was for this reason that he had no idea that Dyon had a full grasp of the situation.
“Two.” Dyon responded just as blandly.
It wasn’t a surprise to him that those of the Golden Crow Sect had surpassed them. After all, their golden flas weren’t just for show.
Much like the Aun family, their flas had slight sovereign characteristics. This gave them the ability to more easily control other flas. In an environnt that required them to deal with excessive flas like this, they were practically right at ho.
“If you insist on being unreasonable, then don’t bla for being impolite!” The Goldeen Clan disciple finally lost his temper. Even if he couldn’t kill Dyon, could he just break a few of his limbs?! Even if he wanted revenge later, what could he do? There were trillions of people to a given universe. How would he find him? And even if he did, what would he do? Attack their sect? What a joke.
“One.” Dyon’s eyes snapped opened, locking onto twelve Gold Crow Sect disciples. In an instant, they felt a Presence the likes of which they had never felt before lock onto them. They were re lackies… How could they have a treasure capable of blocking Emperor level Presence?!
“No…” Their voices were faint. It was as though they didn’t even dare to speak in Dyon’s Presence.
In that mont, a white fla coated Dyon before blasting outward. Not even a second passed before the flas that blocked everyone’s visions were eradicated, revealing an open space of several hundred ters.
The Flaming Lily Sect disciples looked around in shock, only to find twelve figures as stiff as statues, unable to move.
Surprisingly, those of the Flaming Lily Sect weren’t the only ones Dyon had saved. The three disciples of the Fiery Lotus sect and the two of the Fla Rebirth Sect also stood in shock. It only took a mont for all of their gazes to turn toward Dyon who stood at the center of the purified flas with Madeleine to his side.
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