“Huh, interesting.” Dyon’s lip curled as he played around with the cultivation age stone.
In truth, he had expected a low number. But, three years was even a slight surprise to himself, until he thought about it more, that is.
Dyon’s cultivation road started when he absorbed his master’s blood essence. Although his innate soul had been partially awake then, it wasn’t until it reached its height that the tir began. However, by then, Dyon was already 14 years old!
Such a starting date was already late in comparison to the upper echelon of the martial world. After all, unlike the poorer regions, they had thods to speed up ridian maturation, aning waiting until 18 years old for many wasn’t necessary. Usually, many would begin as young as five years old, so even earlier.
Still, that cultivation period was only three months before the events of the Demon Sage Legacy World which left Dyon in a coma for half a year. Which was more ti deducted from his cultivation.
After he awoke, he spent about another half year in seclusion refining his wills before stepping out and eting Ri for the first ti. By now, he was 15 years old, but had far less than a year of true cultivation ti.
The events that took place in the Elvin Kingdom would have taken another year total, but as one might expect, Dyon once more spent much of that ti unconscious, this ti for as much as eight months, causing him to nearly miss his first campaign entirely.
By now, Dyon could just barely be qualified to have cultivated a year, but this would lead directly into the campaign months and the World Tournant.
Luckily, it was due to these two events that Dyon could be considered to have gained a total year and a half of cultivation, even slightly more in this case, but its ending led to Dyon’s cultivation being sealed.
This sealing was even more clear and obvious than being unconscious. Almost everything about Dyon cultivation was put on pause almost two decades.
Finally, Dyon’s last year to year and a half of cultivation could be accounted for during his vacation months with his wives and the soul rending peak adventures.
In the end, his cultivation ti totalled just over three years… The truth was truly maddening.
With another wave of his hands, Dyon’s “evidence” disappeared as he happily supported Granny Celest to walk by the three family heads who only now regained their ability to move.
“Stop! What is it that you ca here for? To humiliate us?” Head Todu gathered her remaining face to call out to Dyon.
“I ca here for repaynt,” Dyon said without looking back, “And, unfortunately, your embarrassnt ans little to and as such, doesn’t deduct much.”
“Repaynt?” Head Todu and the others paled. What did that an? He couldn’t want to massacre them all, could he?
Even if the laws of the Mystical World were unfavorable to them, they were still dao formation experts! If Dyon pushed them too far, they’d put their lives on the line to fight him.
While Celestials had access to Pseudo-Domains, dao formation experts had true domains wherein they could control the laws within a given space. If worse ca to worst, they would definitely make use of this ability.
Still, the Mystical World was far too sturdy. Those three family heads knew that even if they did this, Dyon would still hold the decisive advantage, especially if Head Arie decided to help him.
Dyon laughed, “Are you scared? Don’t be. I have no intention of reaping your lives.”
His footsteps paused as he turned back. “However, for the sake of Soul Rending Peak’s future, none of you will be allowed to leave until I deem it fit. For obvious reasons, I can’t trust you.”
“You…” Their faces reddened once more. Dyon really wanted to imprison them here?
Although they had no intentions of leaving, the idea of willingly doing so and having to do so were so diatrically opposed that their blood boiled. Even so, what could they do? Even a half-step transcendent couldn’t break in easily… And, although it was easier to break out, it wasn’t by much.
“As for what compensation I’m seeking, nothing much. You can keep your money and your resources, I’ll just be taking your ancient blood reserves.”
“You!”
“Absolutely not!”
“Anything but that!”
Dyon tilted his head to the side. “Do you hear how ridiculous you sound? Since when did those in debt get to decide what they owed? Since when do criminals get to decide their sentence? Since when do murderers get to plead for their families?”
The three heads grit their teeth, unable to rebuttal, but also equally unable to let this go. With their bloodlines becoming weaker and weaker, the ancient blood reserves grew in value everyday that passed.
As the entity told Dyon, the decline of the celestial bloodline hadn’t happened recently, it was sothing that had been happening for many millions of years. The ti fra was so large that even the first white mother was worried about their future, causing her to create the Ethereal Peration Supre Law as a replacent for Primordial Energy.
However, for reasons Dyon didn’t understand, it didn’t seem that these celestial beasts practiced that law. But maybe that was only to be expected, after all, the first white mother had long since transcended, it wasn’t as though communication between planes was simple.
So, the celestial beasts of the mortal plane found their own solution… And that was their ancient blood reserves…
“If you push us too far.” The three heads erupted with fierce auras. “We’ll fight it out with you!”
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