Chapter 1175 - New Order (1) (2/2)

For obvious reasons, Dyon didn't have any good feelings toward the Mathilde family. He thought that their survival was too… suspicious. For a person to give up their life to foretell of the apocalypse of the elves, only for an entire family to not only survive, but be flourishing?... It was too inconceivable.

'I'll be paying a visit to the devil quadrants one way or another. Whether it be for Soul Market or my Ri's ancestors, they'll pay a price. It's the least I owe them for robbing their tombs.'

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By the next morning, as Dyon expected, the scars from his battle with Lilith had disappeared. Although the buildings weren't privy to the same healing factor as the earth and plant life, that was only to be expected.

Over the past four days, the signs of the battle between Dyon and Sokzac had almost disappeared completely. If it wasn't for the fact many buildings were still ravaged and destroyed, it would seem as though nothing had happened.

As Dyon expected, the devil cultivators had disappeared under the cover of night. He didn't know where they went, but he also didn't care. If they were smart, they wouldn't continue to make an enemy of him.

There were plenty of sects in the cosmos that didn't care about your origin and only chose disciples based on talent. Although they'd have to hide their identities as devil cultivators, still, it wouldn't matter too much to them. After all, they only needed the status of a sect in order to undergo their trials and eventually attend the auction that would be held in a decade or so.

In fact, if Lilith managed to become a key wielder elsewhere, it wouldn't matter if she was exposed. After all, there were many other weak quadrants they could take advantage of.

For now, Dyon pushed that to the back of his mind. The task at hand now was to reform Universe Cathedral as a whole.

There were only six inhabited planets, each controlled by their respective peaks. So, Dyon didn't believe the task would be so difficult.

He had sent an order just a few days prior to call for not just representatives, but every living member of each sect to journey to Planet Cathedral for this day.

As for how they'd react to his news rules? He didn't care. They only had one option, and that was to obey. Unless that rumored dao formation expert truly existed, Dyon was certain that there was no one in this universe that could threaten him.

At that moment, Dyon stood in the skies, waiting patiently as the core elders below organized the peaks within the very same coliseum that assessments were held in. Soon, he would speak.