Dyon felt a strong pressure emitting from his eyes. No, it wasn’t a pressure. Rather, it was an eagerness, as though a wait was finally over.
Dyon could feel the vacant ridians that once hid behind his right eye. After he ripped Hell’s Right Eye from himself, they had been severed completely, losing the power they once held.
However, Dyon hadn’t cared. He would rather harm himself than forge another connection with the Heavens. He wanted nothing more to do with it.
But in those mont, his vajra body quaked and tore through space, appearing without his consent.
Lands for thousands of miles around fell into an eerie silence, not because there were no life forms, but because those that did exist didn’t dare to breathe. Even the most powerful existences in this Immortal Ancient Battlefield froze in place, hoping not to alert this absolute expert.
Dyon’s vajra body was an existence of the Immortal Plane to begin with. Its power on the mortal plane was heavily suppressed and wasn’t even remotely comparable to the strength it had now. In fact, the truth of the matter was that Dyon hadn’t unleashed the full strength of his vajra body even during his battle with Emytheus for fear that he would be sent to the Immortal Plane.
If he had known he would be sent here anyway, he would have imdiately gone all out just to make sure that Emytheus died a horrible death.
This aside, a vajra body was already a Godly existence on the Immortal Plane. Those who had strong enough Dao Hearts to manifest it were simply too few. Even those geniuses directly born into the Immortal Law Realm had to slowly build up their hearts for millions and billions of years before finally crossing this barrier.
It was no wonder no one dared to approach Dyon now. Dyon wasn’t just as the Dao Monolith realm one had to enter to form a vajra body. His vajra body was far beyond the base level, having entered the Dao Vanity Realm. It was an existence not even 20 other individuals had touched in this era. Who would dare approach a land a senior had so very obviously claid?
Dyon’s empty eye sockets began to tremble fiercely. The black-gold and flaming halos of his vajra body turned slowly, clicking into place to leave a singular lofty eye at the top of it all.
In that mont, all of Dyon’s calculations stopped. It was no longer a diligent calculus, but instead, he rode the ebbs and flows of his own emotions.
Dyon had been 15 years old when he awakened this eye. Today, he was over 200 years old, having experienced more than 300 years, and only now did it finally open a door to him…
Dyon’s eyes rapidly constructed themselves. Compared to the 40 years he had spent to reach this point, it only took a few days. Yet, considering the speed at with his Fate Silk spun to form them, the fact it took several days was shocking in and of itself.
With how small his eyes were, and fast the silk spun to form them… Just how complex was the structure to still take so much ti?
In the end, Dyon suddenly felt that Hell’s Right Eye had never left his side. His eyes gained an inexplicable link to his soul, fusing his Perception and Immortal Sense as one…
Dyon felt like his gaze could pierce through ti and space, observing regions normal eyesight just couldn’t reach.
Its functionality was far beyond his Immortal Sense. If Dyon wanted to gaze at a place millions of miles from himself, he had to extend his Immortal Sense that far first. Even if he manipulated its form and ford a straight line as he had done in the past, his Immortal Sense would still need to cross that whole distance.
However, his eyes seed capable of directly leaping over that distance, as though placing an eye in the sky at the exact locations he wanted to observe.
Dyon could faintly feel that the abilities of Hell’s Right Eye had co back to him, but he didn’t understand why. Hell’s Right Eye was a treasure… How could he reconstruct sothing so powerful by instinct?
Did that perhaps an that his left eye already emulated Heaven’s Left Eye? If so, what were their true abilities when paired?
Unfortunately, Dyon didn’t have ti to see through any abilities beyond his ‘jumping’ sky vision. He knew that if he stalled any longer, he would lose the ability to properly reconstruct his skin. If that happened, he would be walking around like a freak.
Still, there was one thing Dyon had to do first, it was sothing he had been partially dreading: his nervous system. But now with his eyes, he suddenly felt that mysteries that had been alluding him before were clear, as though he could see through to the root of things with ease.
Dyon had planned on taking at least a century to reform his brain and nervous system network, but in the end, it only took him a year.
Powerful lightning circulated around Dyon with every step closer he took.
Everyone knew the nervous system worked via ans of electrical currents, but it was ultimately a chemical process. Dyon did away with the chemical process entirely. It was simply too slow.
Just like he had done with his digestive system and heart, he gave full control of everything to his soul. His nerves beca a third layered network. One were his ridians, the other were his blood vessels, and the final were his nerves.
In his youth and even till now, Dyon had an infuriating issue to deal with. His soul was able to react to almost everything, but his body was too weak to keep up.
Over ti, he learned to compensate for this. And, eventually, his strength grew great enough that it was no longer such a pressing problem. But, now that he was on the Immortal Plane, it would no doubt beco a massive problem once more.
But like this, with his soul directly controlling his nervous system, though a lag would still exist as he tried to remain within the limits of what his body could handle without imploding, it would be far less than it had been in the past!
Dyon finally turned his attention to his skin, reforming it with the best defenses he could and finally regaining his forrly handso, albeit bald, appearance. However, since he was now in control of every aspect of his body, with a single thought, his hair had grown back rapidly.
When Dyon finally hod in on his soul, it being the final part to completing his evolution… He realized that he simply didn’t have the qualifications to reconstruct anything about it…
Like this, Dyon’s naless constitution beca both complete and incomplete.
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