Reaper of the Martial World Chapter Book 7: 81: Eternity's Balance (2)

Dyon continued along his journey, leaving destruction in his wake.

The beast babies began to follow behind Dyon. It seed that one of their bloodline abilities allowed them to fly without even having reached the essence gathering realm. If Dyon was in the mind state to think about, he’d realize just how heaven defying the celestial bloodline truly was.

That said, these beast babies were born with a silver spoon in their mouths. They ate nothing but reinforced beast nurturing pills, spiritual fruits were a frequent staple of their diet, and they often rested in rooms amplified with energy stones. Dyon even fed them a drop of what Jade Queen Bee Honey he retained everyday!

Dyon hadn’t even begun to advance their prowess using Primordial Energy yet, believing that they were too young, but even still, their constitutions and potential blossod with each passing day.

Shere grew into her body. No longer looking like a palm-sized kitten, she had beco about a half a ter in length. As a celestial tiger, her stripes should have been a dense black, but if one looked closely, the faintest of gold and silver hues could be seen.

Little Linlin was the most reserved of the four, often hiding in her beautiful black shell. She could no longer fit atop of Dyon’s head now, having grown to about a half-ter in length and width as well.

Much like Shere’s fur, her black shell grew in luster. The faintest etching of indiscernible ancient runes beca to make their presence known.

As for Sen, the mischievous celestial ape, he was no longer able to hope about on Dyon’s shoulders. He had grown to just over a ter in height, able to now stand to reach Dyon’s waist. Although he didn’t the sa beautiful signs as Linlin and Shere, his muscle definition and density were becoming more and more apparent everyday. Despite his small size, his black palms were already as large as Dyon’s!

Little Biibi had grown to the sa size as Shere. Unlike Little Zaire who had paws from his qilin heritage, Biibi had hooves and had begun to refine quite an elegant flair about herself. She loved ticulously cleaning herself, sothing she had no choice but to do after being practically bathed in blood everyday.

When Dyon first t his master, he was srized by her celestial deer form. The swirls of gold fur, the majestic deanor… He felt like Little Biibi could one day beco that great.

By the end of the fifth year, Dyon had lost all sense of ti, however, he could finally consistently defeat lower saint beasts.

His body’s weight hate ballooned to 650 000 jin. After the initial jump to half a million jin, the process slowed considerably. As for the reason, it was a combination of Dyon’s injuries and his terrible win to loss ratio.

If Dyon healed all of his injuries now, it was likely that he could sustain more than a million jin, however, he didn’t do so. He continued to suppress himself, tempering and wearing his body down to an extre. By the ti he was prepared to build it back up, his rise would be explosive!

However, Dyon was aware that this was too slow. The Bronze Silk Stage had a peak weight of one billion jin, yet he hadn’t even reached 0.1% of that. Unfortunately, he could only take things one step at a ti.

There was an added benefit to this weight, though. Dyon could almost imagine the kind of speed he’d have if he suddenly lowered himself to his original body weight…

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By the end of the sixth year, Dyon had fought 4058 battles, securing himself 174 victories. However, he had yet to defeat a middle saint embryonic beast…

Many of Dyon’s losses ca against high level beasts he could only keep his life in front of for a few hours at most. Unfortunately, he couldn’t decide what kind of beasts he ran into and as such was forced to fight many high and peak saint embryonic beasts to no avail.

In one such battle, he t an insect-like creature that had blades of black for arms. Within just a few exchanges, its blade cut across Dyon’s waist, slicing his spinal cord and almost cleanly through the other side.

Dyon’s intestines rained downward like hail. If it wasn’t for him finally tapping into the aning of ‘diamond’ in his titan diamond body constitution and stopping the insect creature’s blade, he would have died on that day.

One would have never expected Dyon to take so long to master what should have been a basic ability of his own constitution, but he only had himself to bla. His starting point was so high that comprehending his own abilities had raised in difficulty exponentially. So, it wasn’t until more than a half dozen years of having his constitution that Dyon finally learned his constitution’s hardening ability.

Of course, Dyon was forced to run away despite this breakthrough. He could barely hold himself from splitting in two even with his dense energy. In the end, he was forced to break his own rules and utilize the bull-bird energy to heal this injury. However, he left a faint scar behind as a reminder.

By now, Dyon had broken into the sixth saint stage. His pace of advance was much slower in this Chaotic Universe, but his foundation was much firr in response.

Although there were 108 ridians, the myriad of connections between them were nurous. Impurities in these passages is often what stalled cultivation. However, Dyon was not only able to strengthen the main connections between his ridians, he was also able to slowly widen and strengthen passages others often neglected, improving his energy flow by several hundred-fold.