831 Second Trial 150 (2/2)

The veins of his body pulsed with gold, a tinge of red lighting his skin. His hair no longer grew in this state because he had learned to perfectly wield the excess energy, funneling it all into his body.

In that instant, his body's prowess multiplied by 8 and the once heavy glaive became as light as a feather.

A subtle look of mockery emerged from Elder Conli's eyes. Did this boy really think that this was enough? From his estimates, even his late disciple could have crushed Dyon with a single pinky, even in this state. And, that was without needing to use his faith. There was no need to talk about what would happen to Dyon if he faced Mazino one on one while the latter used his faith, the end result would be quite embarrassing for Dyon, without a doubt.

Elder Conli wasn't wrong. Mazino had been an 11th stage celestial with over 90 filled meridians. Not to mention the fact he was of the peak first grade and had master many intents. Under normal circumstances, even if he somehow magically unsealed his soul and wills, Dyon wouldn't have stood a chance, especially considering Mazino was a Legatee.

However, Dyon wasn't relying on his strength. He would never be so foolish or haughty as to underestimate a half-step transcendent. Elder Conli would have to learn the hard way that the most frightening thing about Dyon wasn't his martial prowess, but rather, his genius.

Elder Conli clasped his hands behind his back, although the loss of a legatee was devastating in modern times, it was far less devastating in ancient times because there was no limit. As long as you could pass the trials, you became one, it was as simple as that. Ancient times didn't have restrictions on the faith of clans, power spoke over everything. So, he got over the loss of his disciple quickly, Mazino had only been his disciple in name to begin with. After all, to mitigate their losses, the clan would never send someone too overly important from the younger generation, or else they would be cutting themselves off at the root.

”It must be that you don't truly understand the power of a transcendent. If I killed you too quickly, you might die still thinking you had a chance. So, considering I'm your senior, I don't mind giving you a bit of a demonstration before seeing you off. Consider it my duty as a member of the older generation.” Elder Conli spoke lightly, but his every word seemed to stem of the vibrations of their hearts.

He waved his hand, causing an image of stars to appear. It was a starry sky, filled with beautiful plants colored in reds and violets and greens. However, using the memories he unlocked, Dyon immediately recognized this image as the solar system Planet Haven resided in!

”I just thought I'd make it bigger for you all, if I didn't, how would you see my glory with those pitiful cultivation bases.”

Elder Conli raised his hand again. In that instant, gales that through Dyon completely off balance resounded through the planet, flattening mountains and drying river beds. It was as though all the energy of the cosmos was at the whim of his one palm.

”Heaven Shatter Absorption Arts.” Elder Conli said softly, ”Planetary Obliteration!”