Dyon didn’t have ti to think. It was clear that his selfless state wouldn’t do him any good here.
Of course, he had confidence in eting Elder Bowa head on if he used his Demon Emperor’s Will. However, he had promised his master he wouldn’t. After all, Demon Emperor’s will wasn’t just a Divine level technique, it was among the best divine level techniques that existed, period. There was a reason that it was the staple technique of the Demon Sage. If Dyon didn’t have the Demon Sage’s blood essence, he wouldn’t have any business using the technique at all.
Before Elder Bowa could gloat, Dyon burst out of the rubble. For better or worse, he still had a celestial level body even though he didn’t practice any defensive techniques.
‘I’ve solved the predictability [Whipping Wind, Galloping Steps] to a certain extent, but it still lacks flexibility.’
Dyon threw himself into the air, dodging an assault from converging saints and circulating the technique once more. However, he felt a significant drop in his focus and ntal energy. It seed that entering the selfless state wasn’t without a price.
He couldn’t help but sigh when he realized this. ‘If only I was a Crystal Dragon…’
‘Dyon,’ Dyon’s master felt oddly thankful that Dyon’s selfless state had ended. She would feel too useless as a master if Dyon could just figure everything out on his own. ‘Don’t mind the selfless state too much. The best way to increase ntal energy is by constantly exhausting it. This ti, you lasted about 12 minutes. You likely would have lasted 15 had you not been forcibly knocked out of it.’
Dyon nodded, listening intently to his master. There were simply too few resources capable of increasing ntal energy. But, if what his grand teacher said was correct, the Crystal Dragon Clan had a thod to do so…
‘In terms of notes on your battle, you’ve underestimated celestials a bit too much. It was too reckless to try and forcibly push the level of your fist technique by eting him head on.
‘You have to rember that before going on to the next realm, one tempers their body with energy they’ll be proceeding into. It’s almost akin to repeating the foundation and ridian formation stage for every step forward. Although geniuses do this to a much more thorough extent, regular cultivators will do this as well, do you understand?’
‘You’re trying to say that although he’s not a body cultivator, his body isn’t weak either.’
‘Exactly. If you want an analogy, consider the grades of cultivation. Depending on number of ridians filled, you’re given a higher grade.
‘Essentially, the body tempering provided by energy cultivation is akin to ‘filling less ridians’, making the grade of your body lower.
‘A true celestial body cultivator would be likened to a third, second or first grade warrior, the very highest orders.
‘However, a celestial of energy cultivation would be more like a seventh or sixth grade body cultivation warrior.
‘No one has parsed these differences perfectly because body cultivating is so rare, however, it’s quite easy to get a general guess when you begin fighting your opponent.
‘Right now, you’re only able to emit the power of a body cultivator at around the 4th grade because you don’t have enough supplentary techniques such as defensive and blood manipulation techniques. Elder Bowa, is far weaker. Likely akin to the lowest 9th grade with just his body.
‘However, the reason he can blast you away is because he has two more aspects to his strength.’
Dyon took a deep breath. ‘His celestial energy and his wills.’ He completely lost his leisurely appearance, focusing intently on the battle at hand.
Elder Bowa was only a fifth-grade celestial. But, coupling that with what seed to be a ninth-grade body and intent level wills… Simply put, he was trouble for Dyon.
Seeing Dyon’s serious expression, The 25th White Mother smiled.
At that mont, an array appeared before Dyon. It swirled with an unmatched excellence, delicately forming common level plants Dyon imdiately recognized.
‘Master will teach you a special use for celestial blood. After the pill is ford, cut open a wound and force out a drop of your blood onto it.’
Dyon’s eyes flashed with curiosity. He had never seen a pill that used blood, this was because beast parts, such as blood and organs, would only be used in runic vein theory. So, although he understood what these plants were, he had no idea what they could be combined into. His master was even using a grafting and splicing technique that was far too complex for his mind to wrap around.
However, he prepared to do as he was told, no longer holding back his celestial body and avoiding Elder Bowa to the best of his abilities while periodically killing essence gatherers.
The arrays continued to swirl. In less than 5 minutes, a pure white pill had ford, but it was clearly about to collapse at any mont.
‘Now!’
The mont Dyon heard his master’s voice, he bit open a cut on his finger and dripped it onto the pill.
Dyon only had 5% of his master’s blood essence within him, however, since his master said it would work, he believed her.
In the end, Dyon wasn’t disappointed.
The pill began to give off waves of light, bathing Dyon in a calming light. At that mont, Dyon wanted to do nothing more than to eat this pill…
Ignoring the odd looks of those pursuing him, he did exactly that. But, the mont he did, his eyes widened with shock.
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