About a day or so later, Dyon and the two Flaming Lily Sect disciples heard a disturbance at the first set of doors. Unfortunately for those geniuses on the outside, it seed that their first attempt ended in failure.
“Seems like we should head forward now and retrieve the keys for the third phase.” Dyon suddenly said. “If we wait any longer, we’ll have more competition.”
Yandevere, who had finally gotten her whip, nodded. Now that they were all in peak condition, it was best that they moved on quickly.
Soon, the group of seven made their way to the doors on the other side of the marble platform. After opening them, they were greeted with another set of rising stairs that seed to go up forever. Dyon found this eerily reminiscent of the first phase. In fact, it led to a throne room with a ceiling several dozen ters high, lined with massive pillars and armored statues just like before. The only difference was that instead of silver armor, all of these knights wore black armor with a flickering fla of silver coming out of the top of their helts.
On the throne, a similarly dressed guardian sat, however, its aura was more imposing. Not only was its fla golden instead, its black armor had accents of this gold, making it seem like its entire body was breathing fire.
“This is the first ti I’ve seen such an amusing thod of entering my sky castle…” A deep, baritone voice shook the room. “… Although I’m not a fan of tricks, I cannot say that you’ve broken any rules. However, you’ll find out soon why it was in your best interest to work with others. There’s no such thing as a dead genius, and there’s also no shortcuts in cultivation. You’ve failed to understand both of these concepts, and you even have the audacity to steal from the Lord Creator. I have to say, you’re quite bold, quite bold indeed.”
Dyon’s eyes narrowed. He felt far more pressure from this guardian than he felt from Red and Green. In fact, the weight on his chest was even heavier than when he just managed to slip by the attack of the pseudo-dao puppet. It can’t be that this guardian is even stronger than the golden armored puppet, could it?
Unfortunately, Dyon’s senses were too sharp to make such a mistake. Since he thought it, it was true.
“It’s been a long ti since I’ve gone all out.” Dyon mumbled to himself quietly. Although he had fought the diamond skinned apes just a few months ago, he had mostly used that experience to improve his coordination with the beast babies. Plus, since then, his strength had grown explosively. No matter how powerful this guardian was, its aura couldn’t pressure him.
Stretching lightly, Dyon looked toward Sabona and Yandevere. “It’s best that you two re-enter my tower. We have no experience fighting together, so doing so now would make things inconvenient.”
The two disciples looked toward Dyon, trying to force down their doubts.
“What did he an you stole from the Lord Creator?” Yandevere suddenly asked a question that hit the nail on the head.
Dyon shrugged. “I took so thing that probably made the old ghost angry. But, he can only bla himself for being inadequate.”
At Dyon’s words, the hoarse laughter of the black-armored guardian shook the massive throne room. To still display such arrogance before him, it seed that his trial taker was insistent on death.
“To bla one’s self for being inadequate. Good words! I’ll make you regret them.”
Yandevere gave Dyon a deep look. Which one of these Dyon’s was the real one? The kind one that didn’t speak a word of complaint even when she delayed them for days trying to retrieve her whip? Or the one that stood before her now, turning his nose up at the world? She couldn’t understand it.
“Be careful.” Yandevere said softly. “Rember that I’m still a Peak Celestial, I can help you at a crucial ti.”
Dyon smiled, sending both Sabona and Yandevere into the demon sage tower.
He looked toward the still reclining black-armored guardian, a calm smile on his face.
“My fists are itching.” Sen said with a massive grin on his face, despite the immaturity in his voice, there was no mistaking his battle intent.
‘Even after so long, I still have cultivated an Undefeatable Spirit or even Battle Intent.’ Dyon thought to himself absentmindedly, ‘How odd.’
Dyon was truly an unfortunate soul. In order to forge Battle Intent and then evolve it into an Undefeatable Spirit, one needed to first find challenging opponents you then overca despite the odds. He had done this multiple tis already, the issue was that he was missing one key component: Not once did he ever believe he was going to lose.
Because Dyon never spared a thought toward defeat, his Spirit never grew through being tempered since to him, there was no challenge whatsoever. He never needed to forge an Undefeatable Spirit because he never considered the word defeat to begin with.
It was an irony of all ironies. To be unable to form an Undefeatable Spirit because you already felt that you were undefeatable. The Heavens must be laughing at his plight from above.
Dyon removed his crisp white shirt, revealing a body tempered to the absolute extre.
The beast babies exploded to their true forms, facing forward as 13 keys appeared to float above the black-armored guardian’s head.
In that mont, the one dormant silver fla knights shook awake, each taking a step forward until 50 Peak Celestials stood before Dyon and his four celestial beasts.
Wings of black blood from Dyon’s back, giving him a demonic aura that was unmistakable.
‘I guess we’ll see which of us is inadequate.’
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