1052 Nascent 2 (1/2)
Those spirits had been dead for so long that they had forgotten their true forms and instead became blobs of lights. The only reason the Holy Princess could remember her form for so long was because she resided within her own statue, how could she forget her form if she lived within it?
However, this baby was the true form of Dyon's soul. It had already, inexplicably, taken form already. And, the most devastating part, and the part that confused the Holy Princess the most, was that she didn't sense the other soul auras here.
The reason she was so confident that Dyon had used an evil technique was because his soul talent was divided into too facets. She had never heard of someone having so many weapon's spirits, then to on top of the have two flame spirits, a heavenly lightning spirit, a sovereign spirit, and an eye spirit. They followed too many diverging paths and couldn't possibly come from a single person. It didn't make sense.
If this nascent soul was the accumulation of those various soul talents, although it would still be surprising, it would at least have an explanation. But, the aura of this soul was too condensed, too pure, to be from more than one person.
'He has to have a method of cleansing away the auras of others before incorporating their talents unto himself. If not, then his personality would have already been overrun by the thoughts and opinions of all of the poor souls that he's absorbed up to now. He needs to die!'
The Holy Princess' delicate hand stretched forward, condensing the soul energy she had once held in her previous life. Even as a remnant soul, her power was not to be underestimated. Dyon's master was capable of blocking a blast from a pseudo heavenly treasure and saving Dyon's life as a remnant soul, let alone the remnant soul of a Holy Princess who had had the protection of the tower.
In the outside world, Dyon's body began to tremble violently. It wasn't out of pain, or injury, but rather an unbridled rage.
The momentum and air of an expert shrouded him, encompassing the entirety of the valley.
The geniuses froze in place. This sort of air, this sort of suppression, it was something they had only felt when they dealt with their family and sect elders.
No! It was worse than that. It was more arrogant, fiercer. It was filled with a Presence and untouchable confidence that stood against the world.
In the distance, in an unknown corner of the core valley, Anak raised his head to the skies as his eyes reddened. His body was fiercely trembling, except unlike Dyon, it was due to involuntary fear. His mind was roaring in anger, but his blood was recoiling, burrowing into his body and digging into its crevices to hide.