Dyon watched this happen with a cold look in his eye, but in the end, he also turned to leave this place decisively. Now wasn’t the ti for revenge.
However, before he could, he froze in place, hearing sothing that changed everything.
“Get to your stations. There’s been a change of plans, the transport starts as soon as possible.”
Dyon didn’t recognize this voice, but it didn’t take much for him to guess that this must have been the true supervisor of the proceedings. Unlike the two olive skinned n, Dyon wasn’t stupid and knew that two 16-year-old girls would never be given such an important task.
‘Dammit!’ Dyon gripped his fists. There was no way he’d have enough ti to do what was needed if everything started now.
There were 22 bases. In order for Dyon’s plan to work, he had to go to 20, which excluded the base of operations and the auction house.
Originally, Dyon wanted to change the location symbols of the teleportation arrays just like he had for the girl’s family back during the assessnts. The Soul Market elders would think they were sending the soul slaves to the auction house, when in reality, they were going to a safe location on Unseen Peak’s Planet.
However, that plan barely had enough ti to work to begin with.
Before, the teleportation array Dyon altered was a small scale one, ant to be used by ten people at max. However, the teleportation arrays he had to alter now were used during war ti to transport millions of people at once. It would take him hours to alter a single one in his current state. By the ti he fixed a single one, the transport would have already begun and the soul slaves from 19 other bases would be headed to the auction house.
Even if Dyon’s master woke up, it wouldn’t matter. There is no doubt that she’d speed up the process and they’d end up saving more people, but more would be lost than saved, Dyon was sure of that.
Dyon could only grit his teeth. ‘Saving so is better than saving none.’
With a heavy heart, he sprinted forward toward his original destination: the teleportation pad of the base.
From the information the Celestial Hamsters gave Dyon, he was actually being held with the 1st stage innate soul prisoners. Dyon wasn’t sure why this was considering the value of the legacy they thought he had, but it was the reality of the situation.
Every base had two teleportation pads. One was on a small scale used for elders and workers to teleport easily between bases. The other was a large scale one spanning hundreds of ters, capable of transporting a cap of twenty million people.
A lesser man than Dyon might choose to save those of higher talent first and head to the base housing those with 3rd stage innate souls, however Dyon would never do sothing so disgusting. He didn’t believe that life or death should be decided based on talent, so he left it to luck.
Since he was housed in this base, it was the luck of those here that they would receive his help.
What Dyon didn’t know was that he was taken to this base because of the help of the twin sisters. The security asures of the 3rd stage innate soul base would never have allowed Dyon to leave so easily. At any given mont, it had three to five celestial elders overseeing it. For context, there were only six celestial mbers of The Cathedral to begin with! That was how important that base was to them.
The sisters took pity on Dyon and gave him the best opportunity by placing him in the least secure base under the noses of their superiors. Why? Because they recognized Dyon.
How they did, even they didn’t fully understand. But, what was certain was that they were a great help to Dyon.
It wasn’t long before Dyon had made it to an open and massive space. If it wasn’t for the situation, he might have found it exceedingly beautiful.
The expanse of space was all around him, planets, moons and stars lit of the dark sky.
A vague do of light protected the base, taking into consideration those too weak to withstand the pull of the violent vacuum around them.
Dyon had known long ago that only those in the saint realm could freely enter and travel through space, but this was the first ti he had seen it with his own eyes, albeit under the protection of what seed to be a well-made formation. He couldn’t help but lose his breath for a mont.
With a shake of his head, Dyon refocused himself, scanning the array before him.
Although it was considerably dimr than it would be when activated, it was incredibly intricate and awe-inspiring. However, at that mont, this array didn’t elicit any complints from Dyon. Instead, it caused an ugly expression and a torrent of curses to escape his lips as he ran into yet another roadblock.
“Whoever the person pulling the strings of my life is really doesn’t want to save these people?!”
“Big Brother, what’s wrong?” Little Yin asked with concern, rubbing her chubby cheeks against Dyon’s in hopes of comforting him.
Although they were Celestial Hamster with knowledge in many things, they weren’t omnipotent. Celestial blood gave beasts who carried them special abilities, but it was only the Celestial Deer that was adept at soul related cultivation, the other celestial beasts were just as poor in the area as normal beasts would be.
It was only because of their sharp senses and bloodline instincts that they could avoid and detect arrays that might cause harm to them, but other than that, their knowledge was nearly non-existent in the matter. So, they could only look at Dyon in confusion.
Dyon’s fists clenched.
Let alone with his soul sealed, even if it was unsealed, he’d have no hope of changing this array. Even if his master woke up, she would be restricted by the fact his soul energy was still at the celestial level. All the hope he had seed to be steadily crumbling to nothing.
Dyon grit his teeth. “This isn’t a cot level array, it’s a planet level one!”
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