Dyon soul began to grow. First it was a baby of no more than a few months old, but then its position began to change…
It soon beca a toddler of about two years old, turning itself to sit upright in a position of ditation.
As Dyon's soul shifted its position, one of the seemingly impossible to break crystalline chains shattered without resistance, sending Dyon's chest into yet another violent pulse.
For the first ti in more than a week, Dyon's mind cleared.
He didn't receive so magical answer, nor did he find so nonsensical boost in morale to push him past his thoughts. If he had to be realistic, he still felt that Chaos was inevitable, that there was no beauty to be found in it and that a tragic ending was all that lay in wait for them all.
The reason he had pulled out wasn't because he thought things would get better, but because of one thing and one thing only: Responsibility.
In those monts, as he played his chaotic tunes, it was no longer about him and how he felt. There were suddenly millions of people resting their hopes on him, placing their future in his hands.
When this happened, he inadvertently triggered and succeeded in the most difficult hurdle in forming the initial Sovereign Heart…
Sovereignty wasn't just about arrogance. It was about taking the hopes of your people and forging a path for their futures. Dragons didn't continuously seek to form their own clans, factions and sects just because they disdained being ordered by others… It was also because they sought out the true sovereignty path! The path that Dyon had co to know was nothing more than an elaborate fake.
The formation of Dyon's seed had little to do with himself and almost everything to do with those mbers of his mortal race that were willing to fight for survival.
Dyon clenched his fists. 'If Dad was here… He'd kill …'
A bitter chuckle escaped his lips.
His dad was one of the greatest generals to ever exist. Although the mortal realm seed relatively peaceful, the truth was that wars were inevitable.
Not every person of the martial world followed the unspoken rule of conduct. Attacks from bandit and ragtag groups of bastards wasn't too frequent, but it wasn't infrequent either.
It was because Generals like Dyon's father continuously displayed a strength far beyond their ans that the weaker fringes of the martial world didn't attack them willfully and with naked abandon.
Just how many tis over the years had his dad faced situations where he could have despaired, yet pushed through anyway? Yet, he, who had access to power his father could only dream of gave up so easily.
Was it a case of ignorant bliss? Was his father just so weak that he couldn't fathom the things that Dyon could?
'Maybe…' Dyon wasn't in a state where he'd delude himself into believing that his father was so all-powerful, all-knowing, incredibly ntally tough individual that would never be fazed by anything. His view of the world had beco too pragmatic and much less idealistic…
However, what Dyon did know was that his father would never show this fear and uncertainty if he was there. No matter what his father faced, he would always make sure that Dyon never forgot that there was a steady wall before him, ready to block whatever may co.
What Dyon's father felt didn't matter. So what if he felt fear? So what if he second guessed himself? So what if he sotis felt helpless despair? For the sake of his son, he would shatter those feeling with an iron will ready to stand before anything.
Dyon coughed, spewing several mouthfuls of blood from his lips. In his selfless state, he had been able to suppress and ignore the severe injuries to his body, but it seed he wouldn't be able to anymore.
He wiped the blood away with his forearm, looking off at the distance hand hanging from the skies.
'Whether there's beauty in chaos or not, I don't know… But it doesn't really matter, now does it?'
Dyon stretched out his hand, causing a stream of black flas to jettison outward before solidifying into a flickering spear.
He suddenly felt as though his body was being torn apart as another mouthful of blood threatened to fly from his mouth.
In that mont, his eyes flashed as an overwhelming Emperor Presence blasted outward from him.
"Subdue…" Dyon said in a faint voice.
Dyon could clearly feel the flas still raging within him, and he didn't dare to invoke his flas using his divine sense for fear of burning his soul to nothingness, but there was a clear change that took place. Under threat of his dao heart, his chaotic flas beca docile.
With a squeeze of his hand, the spear of black flas shattered, falling from the skies and extinguishing.
'Hmm…'
Just as Dyon turned to leave, a blur of wind charged toward him, diving into his arms and kicking his shin so fiercely that he thought his leg might break.
"Ah–"
Dyon looked down and sighed. He had thought that Clara would be asleep for at least several more weeks, but it seed that he had underestimated the strength of her body.
"You're too powerful to kick my leg that hard," Dyon said bitterly.
"Shut up."
In the end, Dyon chose to listen.
**
Just outside the large natural moat surrounding the Belmont Holy Land an army of millions was gathered. However, the oddity was that their morale had seemingly dropped to an all-ti low. Whether it was their target, the Belmont Clan, or themselves, no one seed eager to attack.
In the center of the encampnt, there was a large tent standing more than twenty ters tall and fifty ters wide. It almost stood as a castle into itself.
"What the hell was that?!" A towering man standing at almost four ters tall with sharp bull horns coming from his large forehead raged, shattering the carpeted ground beneath his feet in a fit of anger. "Those Aun Clan cowards have already retreated back to the teleportation stations! If I don't crush them to dust after this is all over, know that the na of my Mino Clan ans nothing!"
This man was none other King Mino, the leader of the forrly imprisoned Mino Royal God Clan.
After Saru and her people left, the Mino Clan once more laid claim to their Planet Mino. Not only that, but their powers surged due to the copious amounts of resources that Saru left them in apology.
With 17 years of growth, the foundation of the Mino Clan had undergone a qualitative change, shifting the position of most powerful experts to be heavily skewed in their favor.
Just hours previously, the Mino and Aun Clan alliance had been launching their most recent in a long line of continuous attacks levied toward Earth. However, when Dyon's music covered the planet, the leaders got cold feet, and for good reason.
The Aun Clan, who had experience with Madeleine's parents were the first to retreat, believing that the couple was back.
The Mino Clan was less cautious, mostly due to their hot-headed King, and thus camped on the other side of Belmont Lake.
King Mino's disposition was of no real surprise, though. The Mino Clan, similar to the Viserion Clan from Dyon's second trial, were a line of humans with beast blood within them, naly the Demon Bull.
Although the Demon Bull wasn't on the sa level as a Dragon, obviously, it was still a Heaven grade beast in its pri.
Still, the Mino tribe only had access to a very diluted portion of this bloodline, bringing them to cusp of the Earth grade on average. Only their most talented geniuses would be born with enough bloodline density to reach the Earth grade.
However, the reason the treasures Saru left behind were so valuable was exactly because Saru's Shruti Clan, and their subordinate clans, were all humans with beast blood as well!
Saru's royal family had the blood of the noble five headed white elephant, while their subordinate Hanu Clan had various elite monkey and ape bloodlines within them. Because of this, they were very familiar with thods of stimulating and purifying beast bloodlines, thus giving the Mino Clan a much-needed power boost.
Even still, this wasn't the most poignant point.
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