Chapter 1182 - Down a Peg (2) (1/2)

Dyon's aura continued to climb. With the help of the Soul Rending Peak formation cores, his momentum was no less than a peak celestial a mere step away from breaking into the dao formation realm.

However, he wasn't complacent.

For one, the gap between a dao formation expert and a peak celestial was so large that it bordered on being unfathomable. There was a reason it took so long to progress along the realm.

Secondly, Dyon had no idea what level Elder Nova had reached. His senses couldn't comprehend the dao formation stages at all. Unless a vastly stronger and a vastly weaker dao formation expert stood side by side, Dyon wouldn't have any hope of distinguishing their levels.

Even worse than all of this, Dyon's soul was under a ridiculous amount of strain. It was constantly being drained by the formation cores before being replenished by the energy core. That level of push and pull would have long since shattered anyone else's soul!

Dyon understood very well that he couldn't allow this state to continue. He would at best last half a minute, at worst, less than 10 seconds.

However, Dyon knew that he had to do this. Without the formation cores, he wouldn't be able to do what he needed to do: and that was to raise his soul to the dao formation levels!

Dyon roared into the skies, pushing his soul to the uppermost limited.

A barrier seemed to shatter at that moment as a second overwhelmingly mighty pressure took hold of Planet Cathedral.

A second dao formation expert!

At that moment, a temple appeared in the skies, exuding an ancient aura even more magnificent than the cracked land beneath Dyon's feat.

It was a four sized pyramid that was eerily reminiscent of an ancient Mayan temple. Each of its sides held a stair case, intricately designed to meticulous standards. Even without standing upon it, one could tell that climbing to the very top would be no simple task.

By this point, Elder Nova still hadn't had the time to react. So many things had happened, yet less than a fraction of a second had passed. Even when Dyon summoned the Aurora Steps, his expression was still slowly changing from his casual smile to a serious one.

However, he wouldn't get the opportunity to react. The moment the stairs appeared, yet another pull occurred on Dyon's soul, draining him quickly, albeit less quickly that the three formation cores.

The Energy Core was beginning to lose its tug of war. It wasn't that it couldn't pull in energy quicker, because it could. This was a treasure that s.u.c.k.e.d the primordial energy out of an entire universe in a split a second, how could it not meet the demands of a mere essence gatherer pretending to be a peak celestial?

The problem was that Dyon's soul couldn't handle a faster speed. He could already tell he was nearing his limits. But, for the sake of his life, his goals, his friends, and his family, he pushed himself even further.