Still, such a matter was trivial in the face of the benefits. This was because while it took ti for Dyon to pull energy from the outside world into his ridians, the energy transfer between his inner world and ridians should be instantaneous!
'I don't have to choose between these energies…' Dyon's eyes sharpened. 'I'll take them all!'
And so Dyon began to cultivate, slowly learning his own limits as he went along.
Currently, his inner world was only 10m by 10m, so there was definitely a limit to the amount of energy it could house. However, Dyon had sothing other wielders of this technique didn't. In fact, he had two things.
The first point was that his world was far more robust. Normally, with a world his size, he'd be able to fill his ridians an additional two tis. aning, that if his ridians ran dry, he'd be able to call upon his inner world twice more. However, his world was far more robust than others due to how solid the Primordial Energy made it. Dyon believed that his upper limit was actually five tis, a number that would increase as he expanded his world.
The second point was maybe the most important: He had the Energy Core. Never mind five tis, even five million tis wouldn't be enough.
Unsurprisingly, the energy within the beast dung was too much for Dyon's inner world to handle.
So, the first thing Dyon did was extract energy from his spiritual vein, filling his ridians with the energy he was most familiar with: essence energy.
That said, it acted completely different from normal. Normally it would only take ten profound stones for Dyon to fill his ridians to the brim, but it actually took him almost two thousand before he felt that he was approaching his limit. Such a difference really shook him, causing his mind to go off on tangents for another few hours before he finally refocused himself.
Finally, he began to work on the beast dung. Sothing was telling him that finding such a ready supply of energy in this world was like finding an oasis in the middle of the Sahara, he had to take advantage.
Because he could be less careful with his inner world in comparison to his ridians, this process was faster despite needing five tis the energy.
Dyon slowly parsed the energy, separating them into categories and using his innate Godship over his inner world to keep them separate.
Still, this accounted for less than a fraction of a single percent of the energy within the beast dung. However, Dyon was unwilling to leave anything behind so he began to funnel the rest into the Energy Core. Although he couldn't control it, as he had expected, the Energy Core was like a sponge. It didn't need to be prompted to absorb energy.
It wasn't until almost all the energy within the beast dung was gone that the bull-bird's head snapped upward, finally sensing that sothing was off.
'My body feels much better now, so why can't I move?' Dyon's frustration was only growing. This was a situation where he had to remain calm, yet he was finding it more and more difficult to do so.
By all logic, since he ca here, there had to be a way to go back, but the constant attacks on his mind were making it difficult to keep one line of thought for too long.
'Demon Emperor's Will isn't working… Essence energy isn't working… My wills are pitifully weak… My defensive arrays aren't strong enough to pick up and move my body… What the hell is this nonsense?!'
Dyon thought of spending a few days on a cot grade teleportation array, hoping that it would be enough to get him to a human village. After all, ever since he had stepped into the cot grade, he had never made a single array of that level, it just might serve to calm him mind a bit. Even now that he had broken into the moon grade, he was even more eager to use his abilities.
But, sothing was telling him that it would work. Never mind whether or not such an array would be enough to break through this space, building such a difficult array when he couldn't focus on one thing for more than a brief few seconds was a pipe dream. And, even if it did work, who said the humans would be welcoming of him?
Every ti Dyon told himself to calm down, it was like squeezing more air into an already filled vessel. If he continued to use such a ridiculous approach, he really might explode.
'It's coming up here again?!' Dyon froze, his divine sense focused on the bull-bird. But, by the ti he realized what was happening, the speed of the bull-bird had already brought it to the surface.
The bull-bird nudged at the ground in confusion, its codically proportioned body almost tipping over as a result. It couldn't understand why its once heavenly masterpiece had beco so… dull.
It completely panicked. It had spent ten years in pain and endless constipation to form it in preparation for the birth of its babies, but now everything was ruined? How could it accept such a thing?
No, no, no. The bull-bird shook its head vehently, this couldn't be right.
If Dyon had known the importance of this beast dung to the bull-bird, he would have never risked taking all of the energy. Although Dyon's initial deduction seed sound, he was missing a very key part of the equation.
Beasts in the era were keenly aware of how difficult it was to deal with the chaotic energy. Although it was more than abundant, it was difficult to use. It was similar to being stuck in the ocean. Sure, if you were thirsty, you'd be surrounded by water. But, what good would the salt be to you?
pαпdα`noνɐ1`сoМ Knowing this, those species that had survived until this day had to make the transition easier for their newborns. So allowed their newborns to grow within their bellies to maturity, while others used thods like this bull-bird.
What Dyon had done was the equivalent of killing off the path to survival for the baby bull-birds. Without the gentle and parsed energy in the beast dung, they wouldn't be allowed to slowly adapt to the chaotic energy. Even worse, their mother would be too weak after giving birth to them to hunt and make another pile. In the end, they would die.
KKKKUUUUUAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!
The bull-bird stomped its powerful ostrich-like feet, clearly enraged. Their species could only give birth once in its lifeti, yet it was ruined. All ruined!
Dyon might argue that it was stupid of the bull-bird to "lay" sothing so important out in the open, but how could he know that the bull-bird had originally intended to have this bowel movent in its den? It had failed to because of the final al it had. Due to the devastating battle, the bull-bird had been too agitated to hold it in any longer.
The bull-bird lost all rationality, leaving crater after crater in the ground with its powerful hind legs.
It tried to hold back from attacking its masterpiece, hoping against all hope that it had seen wrong, that maybe reality would change the next ti it looked over. However… Reality was cruel.
After turning its head and looking back for the 7th ti, the bull-bird finally couldn't take it anymore. Its powerful legs charged toward the several ter-high pile of dung.
In the next mont, it swung its hind legs forward in an enraged kick. A blue streak of energy followed the oddly beautiful arc, in strict opposition to the beast's ridiculous appearance.
Within the pile, Dyon could only sigh. He had been here for three days already and all he had accomplished was blindly yelling at himself incoherently. He couldn't do anything efficiently, he couldn't muster any power, and he could only watch as an attack far too powerful for him to withstand hit him squarely on the side, shattering his concealnt array like glass and sending him flying.
The air in Dyon's lungs disappeared in one fell swoop, causing his eyes to bulge outward as his body contorted unnaturally.
In that brief mont, the bull-bird's keen instincts picked up on the naked mole rat it had thought was a fignt of its imagination. Its small brain churned before it understood. It was its fault! The naked rat ruined its masterpiece!
As Dyon watched the bull-bird charge toward him, his eyes weren't even remotely calm. He wasn't feeling fear, he was simply enraged beyond belief.
How dare this dumb, ugly creature, too stupid to protect what it deems important try to take away from my loved ones?
His Titan's blood roared, veins of royal blue coursing throughout his contorted body. At that mont, Dyon felt the sa way billions of ancient human races felt… Inferior… Inferior simply by virtue of the species they were born into…
However, before he could do much of anything, his body slamd into an object far too solid to be a tree. Yet, that was exactly what it was…
And then… His vision went black.
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