After a mont, Dyon's confusion dissipated, replaced by a calm aura.
Since he couldn't figure out what was going on, there was only one explanation: whatever was happening was elevated to a level beyond his ans.
The truth behind it all… Why these Overlords were intent on attacking him, why he failed to cut through that deity, why it was his wrist was numb… They were currently beyond his understanding.
Others might think they were simply missing sothing, however Dyon was confident to the point of arrogance in his own intelligence. Whatever was happening had a scope so vast he wasn't yet capable of seeing through it.
However, that didn't dampen his mood. Instead, he grinned, a fierce aura rushing through his veins.
War qi erupted from his body, coating the black fog of Reaper in the slightest red tinge.
A halo appeared above his head, six pairs of black wings unfurling to his back.
"[Titan Emperor's Will… Act Three… Stage Two]."
[Titan Emperor's Will] had three acts, each of which had three stages. The first act's first stage provided a twenty tis multiplier to Dyon's body and qi. However, the third act's second stage had an amplification of 2560 tis!
Dyon had already been using the third act's first stage. But now that more enemies had co out to play, why not go all out?
His skin glistened like diamond, his pale blue eyes blazing with fighting intent.
[Author's Note: After entering the diamond silk stage, rember that Dyon's eyes and hair changed color]
Dyon launched himself into battle, countless [Judgent] arrays surging to life around him.
"[Sage's Decree]. [Patience]. [Modesty]. [Brotherhood]."
Illusory golden palms appeared in the skies, each more powerful than the last. Like a god descending, they condescendingly struck outward with forces that created kiloter long trenches in the once blemishless flat fields of the Ancient Battlefield.
Dyon was keenly aware that his battle prowess continued to drop subtly. However, he always reacted by pouring in more strength. Like a madman who could only use brute force, he charged and charged again, his heart lighting up to illuminate the world.
This large, looming hand that seed intent on stamping out his resolve… Dyon really wanted to see which would happen first.
Would it be he who ran out of strength? Or would the hands of this puppeteer be severed by his blade?
Dyon breathed hard, the butt of his scythe stamped firmly into the ground. He stood tall among what seed like a mountain of corpses. But, whether this was due to the obscene size of the dead, or the sheer number of them, Dyon couldn't be bothered to decipher.
In the end, his daze was quite dull. He had a few scratches on his body, but nothing as terrible as what he experienced during the world trial. However, the fact he had these minor injuries to begin with was a massive red flag he couldn't ignore.
These Overlords were too weak. What right did they have to harm him?
"You know what's happening, don't you?"
Dyon's words were very obviously targeted toward Little Yang and Yin. The two of them were the only ones around him right now. But, oddly enough, Dyon could only faintly feel his connection to them, as though it was weakening.
However, Dyon's connection with the beast babies and Chenglei hadn't weakened at all.
"It's related to ti, isn't it?"
Dyon looked up at the red sun above his head. The grass planes beneath his feet were soaked with the sa crimson that painted the skies. It was as though the more he killed, the lower the ceiling above his head beca. Eventually, there was no difference between it and the ground beneath his feet at all…
"I was thinking about it all already…" Dyon spoke as though he was speaking to himself. "The Tiless Library … Jade used it to co back and help set on a better path… But wasn't the Tiless Library a creation of this world alone?
"Even worse, the abilities of the Tiless Library aren't that of a treasure, but is rather the handy work of a Heaven's Child… But how could the ability of a Heaven's Child extend beyond this world? They can't even transcend to the Immortal Plane… So how could they so easily manipulate the tiline?
"Changing the tiline on the scale of one world may be possible, but what if the tilines of several other worlds are contingent on what happens here and vice versa? Is it possible to forcefully bend the tilines of countless other worlds based on this one mortal plane alone?
"Maybe I should have thought of it earlier. But, I actually didn't notice until I realized my connection with the two of you was waning. The fact you two haven't said anything could very well an you already can't…
"… It isn't a coincidence that I couldn't find that damned library, huh?"
Celestial Hamsters always existed outside of the tiline. It was their partners who acted as anchors that allowed them to freely appear and make a mark on history.
But, what if their anchor was compromised? What then?
After days of battle, it all finally clicked for Dyon. He realized that he had been too correct about the scope of everything. If it hadn't been for his having the twins as his partners, he may have died before he even understood what was happening. If things were really happening as he thought, it was quite the funny joke the past century had been for him.
Dyon took the twins from his shoulder, smiling as he lightly stroked their fur. This rudintary existence of simply having forms, but no ability to speak or act was the current state of these twins. Other than the fact only Dyon could touch them now, they were no different than a normal pair of hamsters, looking up toward Dyon with sparkling eyes.
Since they had already chosen Dyon as their anchor, there was no undoing it.
Dyon himself was being rejected by this tiline. As such, they themselves didn't have a place here either.
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