“So, how is it?”
Madeleine lightly asked, her fingers still delicately plucking the strings of her lyre. She seed to effortlessly spin tales of worlds with her layered notes.
Luna stopped fooling around, removing her hands from Clara’s chest.
“As we speculated, Nora and All haven’t entered the Ancient Battlefield despite being of appropriate age to do so. The internal strife of the Sapientia Clan seems to be holding them back.
“The situation is still better than expected, though. Likely because of Aritzia’s death, the opposing faction lost an important center of their power.”
“Was that Aritzia really so important?” Ri’s lip curled unwittingly with unhidden disdain. It wasn’t very surprising that she had the strongest feelings of disgust toward Aritzia. After all, she was there when Dyon put it all on the line to defeat the Numbered Warriors.
“I feel that it’s weird too.” Luna said with a frown. “Though she was extrely intelligent, her value would only be of pinnacle importance for an up and coming family. Though an established family would still see her as important, it definitely would be so exaggerated.
“But the Sapientia seed to treat Aritzia like a goddess, even completely disregarding the fact she was essentially the catalyst that led to the complete collapse of their branch networks in the Tower Quadrants.
“In any other context, a promising youth making such a terrible mistake with such a devastating ending shouldn’t still be looked so highly upon. Especially since her strength of cultivation wasn’t elite either.”
Madeleine’s countenance remained calm. She seed to be thinking of sothing.
“So Aritzia had a secret, or maybe even a secret backer we don’t know about. But why didn’t that backer act to protect her? Or at least retaliate in revenge?”
“There are too many unknowns.” Luna responded. “The only worthwhile conclusion is that the Sapientia have a plot waiting for the Ancient Battlefield.”
Their gazes drifted toward Dyon, but he seed completely carefree, as though these matters had nothing to do with him.
When one has a goal reaching far beyond even imagination, would they continue to care about trifling enemies? The answer was evidently not.
“Never mind, since he wants to be mysterious let him be mysterious.” Clara clicked her tongue. “Let’s talk about sothing more interesting… Like what does the bottleneck to the four facet realm feel like?”
Clara was very much interested in this. It wasn’t because she was a cultivation fanatic. In fact, if it was up to her, maybe she wouldn’t cultivate at all. Instead, what caught her interest was the fact that the underwater city and his cheek-scaled people had reached both the pinnacle of science in culmination with cultivation, yet they hadn’t produced a single four facet Overlord either.
Seeing that there was sothing science seed unable to do, her curiosity was piqued. She wanted to know just why this barrier existed.
Ri, who had beco a three facet Overlord in body, qi and comprehension was a pri test subject.
After thinking for a bit, Ri suddenly found that it was difficult to put her response into words.
“I’m not sure… It just feels that it’s both very close and far at the sa ti. But, I also get the feeling that if it wasn’t for Dyon, this feeling of closeness wouldn’t exist at all. I think our best chance at reaching that realm is holding off breaking through in the soul for last…”
Ri’s words both opened up a lot of questions, but also shed so important light. To them, it was technically the easiest to break into the soul facet thanks to Dyon. But if they left the easiest for last… Wouldn’t that give them the best chance?
“I also feel that Ancestor Mist isn’t so powerful because she’s gotten very close to the fourth facet. Instead, I believe she’s so much more powerful than even I am right now because she’s progressed in her three facets… Beyond their lowest levels, I an.
“It’s just like Madeleine. She’s only of the two facet Overlord Realm, yet because she’s comprehended both Life and Rebirth Laws, she’s no weaker than a three facet Overlord.
“So maybe reaching the fourth facet is inherently impossible…”
Dyon continued to swing his scythe, but his movents had slowed to a crawl. He seed to only shift over a single centiter a minute, his tanned muscles soaking through with sweat with each passing second.
He had his own thoughts on the matter as well, but they could all be boiled down to a single thought…
If the heavens granted you your power, and the heavens didn’t want you to reach the fourth facet… Then how could you possibly succeed?
Dyon wasn’t absolutely certain that this was the case. But it was food for thought nonetheless.
At the sa ti, though, he had another thought as well. What if the Heavens swapping your mortal body for an immortal body after transcending wasn’t just what it seed on the surface? What if it was a necessity to circumvent the impossible?
What if the Heavens already provided a solution to this problem? Wasn’t it true that Dyon had known long ago that the only way to not lose your mortal body after transcending was to perfect it by use of a constitution? Didn’t that an the key to touching upon perfection, that ever elusive fourth facet, were the very constitutions within his body?
But this answer left Dyon feeling empty.
Weren’t Constitutions granted by the Heavens too?
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