"It's a ga --." Seeing that Lilith wasn't going to get it even if he explained, Dyon shook his head and laughed. "Never mind. The important point is that if I can study enough void beasts to find out what these special characteristics are, then it will be much easier to 'plug and play' with bodies I create and souls I snatch.
"If I couple these new findings with my Death God Body, then I can create corpse puppets unlike anything anyone has ever seen before, and the burden on my soul will substantially lessen."
Dyon found the fact that corpse puppets were made of all bone to be too limiting. There were many techniques he could use to compensate for this, most of which he received from Junior's mories – mories he had no idea he had access to only a portion of – but he found them to be too lacking.
Each of these thods required too much stamina to control. It would limit Dyon to barely a few hundred thousand corpse puppets at best. This might sound like a lot, but for what Dyon wanted to do on the immortal plane, this number was far too lacking.
His soul wasn't infallible. And this was especially so with him being in states where much of its strength was spent suppressing the imbalanced energies in his body.
But, if he had an army of corpse puppets who had faint soul wisps of their own… Then the burden would no longer fall on his shoulders any longer. If Dyon could accomplish this… The immortal plane would surely be in for quite the tailspin.
However, this was still a big if. Dyon's talent in his master's path of alchemy was nothing compared to his talent in traditional array alchemy. It wouldn't co as easily to him as array alchemy did.
That said, Dyon had a solid foundation and an endless number of void beasts to study. And, he also had one last thing he hadn't quite realized yet.
The blood sprite would be a great help in accomplishing this goal. However… That also ant that those responsible for creating it just might be one step ahead of Dyon already. In fact, just a single step might not do the truth justice.
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It was several years before the legions of this star segnt began to realize that sothing was off. Nurous reports of floating void beast corpses of the 1st and 2nd Tiers were becoming more and more frequent, however no one had co forward to claim rits for them. And, what was maybe even more shocking was the fact that many of these void beasts were taken down with just a single strike!
This culmination of events shocking made this void surge one of the calst in history. Of course, there were several tragic tales of bubble worlds collapsing, but it was impossible to survive a void surge without these occurrences.
In addition, in such a weak star segnt, the appearance of Tier 3 void beasts was already rare enough. For so many lower tier void beasts to inexplicably die, it was like delivering a saving grace to trillions.
At that mont, a clone of Dyon's, carrying wings of white flas on his back, descended onto Segnt 232 once more. Much like on the mortal plane, as long as his white flas were present, the distance limitation of his clones was nullified completely.
He had run out of resources so he felt it was about ti that he gathered so more. But this ti, he ca alone and didn't hesitate to shroud the entire bubble world in his immortal sense, locking onto the exact scene he wanted to see.
"He's back. That bastard's finally back." A vicious glint rippled through the Earl's gaze.
...
Dyon's clone descended, landing on the ground like an angel from on high. The combination of his flowing golden hair, piercing opal eyes, and wide, fiery white wings painted a picture of elegance that was almost impossible to match.
His entrance was so grand that it was impossible that a world filled with immortals wouldn't notice his arrival.
As expected, nurous excited gazes turned themselves toward him and many more began to enthusiastically chat about him.
None of them knew Dyon's na as no one had dared to ever ask for it, but they were all aware of his legend by now. He was easily crowned as the best alchemist of this star segnt, a title that even the surprisingly arrogant group of old n hadn't dared to refute.
Although Dyon only refined lower empyrean grade talismans and pills at best, it had to be rembered that the middle empyrean level was already the ceiling of Immortal Celestials. For a star segnt like this one, where would they find Immortal Law experts who were capable of breaking through that limit? As a result, despite the fact Dyon had never displayed skill higher than that level, there was no one with high enough skill in the first place to look down on him.
However, after the first wave of excitent, the expressions of those looking on toward Dyon dulled. They suddenly rembered that Dyon had stopped selling to normal people a long ti ago and now only dealt with large legions able to buy in bulk.
As expected, Dyon had barely touched down to the clean roads of Segnt 232 when a group of strong auras made their way toward him, led by an almost obnoxiously fat man who had the weakest aura of them all. That said, those around him didn't seem to dare to hold deanors that displayed this truth.
Their heads remained slightly lowered and their steps were a asure behind as well, following the man's lead.
Dyon indifferently watched on as the Earl made his way toward him, his deanor striking a resounding dichotomy between himself and the fat man's followers.
The Earl's features remained cordial and there wasn't so much as a flicker in his gaze, but his heart was already rolling over with anger. He had gotten quite good at hiding his true emotions in his lifeti. As a person who had been looked down upon for so long and even to this day still, he knew how to bury those emotions and bide his ti.
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