867 Destiny 4 (2/2)
The battle between the two Peak Kings lasted days, but in the end, Dyon was victorious and his already overwhelming beat down of the supposed top ten geniuses, grew once again.
But, the honey moon period was now over…
A pressure that seemed capable of crushing Dyon's knee caps to dust suddenly overwhelmed him the moment the 165th challenger disappeared into motes of light.
Dyon struggled to raise his head, stabbing his massive sword into the ground to keep himself from collapsing to the ground.
In that moment, the first member of the older generation Dyon had seen in this trial appeared. He was an old man, garbed in robes of white, pristine and without blemish. His hair seemed to blend into his robes, it being a holy white as well.
The old man slowly scanned over Dyon, inwardly surprised that he somehow managed to remain expressionless, and even more surprising was the fact that he hadn't given up yet despite seeing the disparity in their power.
Intrigued, the man began to speak, \”You're quite impressive, but you should understand that you have no chance of beating me. Do you understand why all of your opponents before me were of the younger generation, yet I am not?\”
Dyon's eyes shone with an imperceptible light, showing that he acknowledged the old man's words. He noticed this immediately, and he was curious about it as well.
\”Becoming an Emperor isn't as simple as becoming a King. Even if, by some unholy miracle, you manage to beat me and advance, you still wouldn't gain the right to become an Emperor. Although these trials allow you to cultivate a King Presence by beating Kings, the same isn't allowed of the higher tiers.
\”Well, I shouldn't say that. More accurately, you specifically, cannot. In fact, the fact you've managed to become a King is already surprising enough. I'm not sure what tricks you pulled, but from what I can see, it's impossible for you to do it again.\”
Dyon remained silent, thinking silently to himself that this old man spoke too much. Just get to the point.
The old man smiled, seemingly hearing Dyon's thoughts. \”To become a King, you need a certain amount of destiny, and this destiny is reliant on the amount of faith you've accrued. Do you understand now?
\”Only Legatees of Emperor God Clans, or Kings of King God Clans, can cultivate King level Presences. And the requirements for becoming an Emperor are even more stringent. Although you don't have to become an Emperor of an Emperor God Clan, you do have to be a top level existence within one.
\”The only way to break these rules is with sufficient cultivation while following the sovereign path, or being the embodiment of the sovereign path – meaning a Dragon or a Qilin.
\”However, your cultivation is far too shallow. In addition, although your wills are sealed by some odd method, I can tell that your highest level will it at the mere one with mind level. Although it does follow the sovereign path and is surprisingly a supreme law, it is still not nearly enough.\”
The more the old man spoke, the more Dyon's heart shook with shock. This old man saw through him so easily…
That said, Dyon's mind was running at inconceivable speeds. At first, when he heard that he wouldn't be able to achieve the Emperor Presence level because his birth place was far too insignificant, he had felt a fire light inside him that filled him with even more will to be great. But, when the old man then mentioned the sovereign path, he suddenly remembered the cultivation technique the Dragon King had mentioned to him: [Will of Heart].
It was quite a masochistic technique that truly tested one's martial heart, but now that the old man had said this, Dyon was determined to use it.
Without a word, Dyon disappeared from the third trial. Clearly, he had decided to give up, not bothering with the old man any longer.
Seeing this, the old man only shook his head, sighing to himself, \”Ah, the younger generation. So rude.\” But, he didn't seem angry. In fact, he even smiled, seemingly wondering about something before he faded from existence.