In the end, Anak was still a True God. After having the situation explained to him, even he was willing to kill Chrysanthemum himself. However, Dyon believed that even the victim in question wasn’t aware of her involvent in all of this.
The more Dyon observed Anak’s body, the more impressed he began. Such a technique… Whoever created it was a genius beyond words!
Was this really the sa Titan Clan Emperor Angelus said were made of nothing but at heads who lost the route of innovation?
No… It wasn’t yet certain that the Mist Clan was tied to the Titans. But even then, Dyon was 99% sure.
“… This dual cultivation technique uses an understanding of the body deeper than I can imagine. It slowly shifts the alignnt of the blood vessels, forming an array within the body. This happens over the course of several years, decades, maybe even centuries.
“At the sa ti, it gives benefits good enough that the victim would be completely unaware until its too late to change.
“The reason I didn’t notice imdiately is because I’m not familiar with the structure of your bodies and how they’re ant to be. But the problem beca obvious after I compared your ridian pathways to that of your father and other family mbers.”
Dyon had seen this sort of seal before, one that directly used the human body as its dium. Back then, he had to sever all of Yandevere’s ridians before she was set free of the Golden Crow Sect’s control.
Anak’s situation was even more sinister. This ti, the technique didn’t use the ridians, but the blood vessels. Severing one’s blood vessels was far more life threatening than severing one’s ridians. This made the technique almost impossible to overco.
Anak clenched his fists, his body trembling with rage.
He was a True God! His future was limitless! Yet these bastards actually wanted to ruin his life for their sches… Fuck them!
As he listened to how troubleso his situation was, Anak only seed capable of trembling fiercer.
“If you want revenge, the plan will have to change…” Dyon said after a mont of thought. “… First, announce that Anak will be going into closed door cultivation and won’t appear for a while. I believe that Anak was born with the highest angel blood density of your Emperor Giant Clan, correct?”
Emperor Angelus nodded.
“If Anak was of any other race, I would have to spend a bit of ti to cure him. But since he has angel blood, curing this is as easy as flipping over a hand. I simply have to awaken his wings.
“The shift in his ridian pathways will disrupt his blood vessels as well. After all, the body is interconnected in all sorts of ways. This will effectively “reset” his state.
“Following this, when you dual cultivate with Chrysanthemum, you’ll need certain asure to protect yourself from this change occurring again. Of course, I will help you with this.”
Anak grit his teeth, but in the end, he took a deep breath and lowered his head.
“Thank you!” He said firmly.
Dyon smiled and waved his hand. This really was no big deal for him. In fact, the Emperor Giants actually made his future preparations far easier.
“Once Anak cos out of closed-door cultivation, he will be a true angel! Do no hide this. In fact, I believe this will only benefit us more. Simply say that Anak experienced a breakthrough in his bloodline, allowing him to beco a true angel in the greatest sense.
“When that ti cos… I don’t believe the Mist Clan will be able to continue to sit idle. They will definitely take control of Anak imdiately following this. Anak will then beco our valuable trump card on the inside…”
The Emperor Giants looked at Dyon with a hint of fear in their eyes. They suddenly understood the scariest thing about this man wasn’t his strength… but his mind!
**
The years continued to tick by. Dyon felt that his preparations were nearing perfection. The day the Ancient Battlefield descended would be the day he bathed the Titans and the Mortal Plane in blood!
The man who seed to have the world in the palm of his hand, though, was relaxing with a calm expression on his face.
So days, he would spend ti with daughter, diligently guiding and teaching her. Other days he would play around with his wives, dual cultivating with them to increase their strength and also showering them with tender love and affection. And still yet other days, he would torture his disciples with an evil grin on his face, becoming the nightmare that haunted their dreams.
Soon, Little Alauna’s 21st birthday ca and went and Dyon sharpened his battle intent once more.
His gaze turned toward the 99 universes, a fire lighting in his heart. He had given them too many years of peace. The idea of having a ticking ti bomb sitting right beside his Mortal Alliance didn’t sit well with him. Why not go wreak so havoc?
Maybe Dyon was the only man in existence conceited enough to claim he could do such a thing alone. But he truly did have the capital to be this arrogant! He would make the 99 universes his playground!
And, while he was doing that, why not also make his Master happy and pick up a Celestial Deer Sect Legacy along the way?
It had been too long since he let loose.
He enjoyed spending endless days with wives, drowning in pleasure. But, that other side of him still existed… The side of him that saw the bloody battlefield of his first campaign all those years ago, yet grinned like a madman.
In Dyon’s mind, the strongest man to ever exist would always be his father. At the end of it all, he was still the mighty General Sacharro’s son! He felt the most alive on the battlefield!
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