Reaper of the Martial World Chapter Book 11: 120: Bury (2)

Dyon indifferently sensed the golden flas around him. Even the corpses of the nurous Overlords around him, corpses that wouldn’t have decayed for millions of years if left alone, were incinerated to ash. Yet…

“… What weak flas.”

Dyon extinguished the golden flas as though he disdained to use them. Compared to his chaos and purity flas, the proud flas of the Golden Crow were more than just a single level inferior. Ancestor Golden Crow had comprehended his fla to the Law realm, yet it was still weaker than Dyon’s Dao fla.

If anyone understood Dyon’s thoughts, they’d be astonished. The gap between a Dao and Law was a massive chasm that many didn’t cross in their lifetis.

One shouldn’t take the case of Overlords as the example. It should be rembered that to the Immortal Plane, there was no ‘Overlord’ realm. There were only the half immortal Higher Existences and the true Immortals which began at the Immortal Essence Realm.

On the Immortal Plane, even an expert at the Peak Immortal Essence stage might not necessarily have comprehended a Law. It could be said that the only reason Overlords of the comprehension facet existed on the mortal plane was because those in this prison had nothing else to focus their attention toward. They had no choice but to try and improve in the only paths they had left.

It could be said that the aspirations of these Overlords weren’t a fairy tale. If they found a way out of this prison and truly transcended, they would be among the most powerful Immortal Essence Realm experts on the Immortal Plane.

It was just a sha that they made an enemy out of Dyon first.

The fundantal runes dispersed, floating obediently around Dyon. The Overlords felt that Dyon’s figure had sohow stretched out of their reach in that mont.

It was a truly odd feeling. He hadn’t moved a single inch, yet he was sohow continuously becoming further and further away from them.

The thoughts they had of chasing after the treasures were completely eradicated. If they didn’t band together to face this monster now… They sohow felt that even if they had those treasures by their sides… It wouldn’t matter.

“Charge together!”

Dyon suddenly vanished from where he was standing, appearing on Ancestor Cyclops’ shoulder.

His fist careened through the air, smashing through the Overlord’s temple as though wading through butter.

“[Devour].”

The nine remaining Overlords froze.

Ancestor Cyclops’ struggling soul appeared in Dyon’s palm. His nascent form was a re baby, a far cry from Dyon’s own mature soul. It could actually be considered quite adorable, even with its singular eye. However, Dyon crushed it into motes of light just as unfeelingly. It didn’t feel like he was crushing an Overlord at all… But rather than he was swatting an annoying insect out of existence.

“Pay the price for your own ignorance.”

Dyon’s words reverberated in their minds like an endless echo. It resonated with their souls, causing their hearts to pound uncontrollably.

He had already given them a warning, a benevolent chance that they didn’t grasp. They should have taken the chance to attack as one while his strength was still fluctuating… While it had still yet to stabilize.

But instead, they delivered Ancestor Golden Crow to him on a silver platter. The mont they allowed Dyon to find a catalyst to snatch more of this world’s fundantal runes, they had already lost.

Dyon didn’t even need to verbalize their mistake. His actions were enough for them to know how foolish they had been. He had given them a chance to fight back, yet they had completely squandered it.

What truly shook their hearts to the core was that Dyon’s strength had taken two massive dives downward. Once after he killed Ancestor Golden Crow, and another after he slaughtered Ancestor Cyclops, a giant hundreds of tis his size.

It was clear that the Heavens were still trying their best to expunge his influence, to squash his existence and pretend as though he didn’t exist. But Dyon was improving even faster than the Heavens could suppress him. Such a reality shook the nine Overlords to their core.

The space around Dyon trembled once more as the fundantal runes began to form.

Ancestor Cyclops had comparatively more golden runes than Ancestor Golden Crow had had. Dyon still wasn’t entirely sure what this ant quite yet, but he could subconsciously feel that it was more useful to him.

Just when the fundantal runes barely stabilized, Dyon’s body explosively increased in size, the fibers of his body becoming like taut tallic filants. Each muscle fiber was so powerful that every individual line forged of their path could be seen through Dyon’s skin.

Dyon shrunk down a mont later, dispelling the runes to add the rotation of them around him.

“Inconvenient.”

Dyon dismissed this ability as well. Hadn’t he forcefully entered the Bronze Silk Realm precisely because he had no interest in becoming so large? Why then would he accept such a result for the sake of becoming a cyclops? It wasn’t like the muscle filants of the cyclops race could be more powerful than his current diamond silk muscle filants.

Dyon curiously observed the trembling Overlords. Their legs quaked beneath them so severely that they had seed to lose the ability to move. What maybe even Dyon hadn’t realized was that this wasn’t only due to fear, but rather because Dyon’s Presence was growing at an exponential rate. And due to the Sovereign Fla… Its strength beca the embodint of each and every one of his actions.