Chapter 1126 - Dima (3) (1/2)

Putting everything aside, Dyon began to meditate on the images of the twins brought back to him. When he saw the sheer vastness of it all, he couldn't help but be surprised.

For context, asteroids were hundreds of thousands of miles apart, and that was a conservative estimate. Yet, the twins obviously didn't use any teleportation arrays, but were back within a few hours. Of course, Dyon was shocked.

According to the information the twins brought back, Soul Market was meticulously organized. Of the 22 bases, there were three main divisions decided by both age and value of the soul slaves soul.

4 bases were strictly filled with those younger than the age of 12. They were training facilities, because normally, this age was far too early to sell of a soul.

After this, there was a separation of talent.

6 bases were reserved for those with 1st stage innate souls. 6 bases were reserved for those with 2nd stage innate souls. As for the remaining 6: 2 were reserved for those with 3rd stage innate soul, 2 were factories for disposing bodies and smelting them down into pills, while the last were split into one auction house and another station for those Soul Market employed.

Hearing this, Dyon had no choice but to take deep and steady breaths to calm himself. They really were treating these people like livestock!

”Big brother, they plan to auction off all of them in a week. This is a good opportunity, probably the best opportunity.” Little Yin clamored.

Dyon frowned when he heard this, though. An auction meant more variables. If he tried to do something then, there would be powerhouses from many other universes. No. If he wanted to save them, it had to be before the auction.

If he waited, and a whole bunch of dao formation experts showed up, how the hell would he be able to do anything? He'd be lucky to even live, let alone saving millions of soul slaves.

Suddenly Dyon thought of something. The moment he did, he started laughing so hard the cage he was in reverberated with a fierce light.

”Good! If I don't make you all bleed, my name isn't Dyon Sacharro!”

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About three days later, Dyon awoke to banging on his cage.

”Haha! It took me too long to find free time to come here. If I had come too late, wouldn't missing out on a core disciple be too hurtful?”

An… Interesting sounding man called out, fiddling with what Dyon thought were keys.

In the next moment, Dyon heard something rattle and fall into his cage.

”Put those on, or else I'll toss your cage into a furnace and still how long you can last.” The voice snickered.

Dyon laughed. ”Do you think I'm a fool? If you were allowed to kill me, I'd be dead. Go ahead and toss me in the furnace. We'll see how your bosses feel.”