Chapter 1205 - Mystical World (1) (1/2)

As Head Todu was making her analysis of Dyon, the man in question had begun silently meditating as his clones trained.

Suddenly he sneered, secretly feeling the Master Symbol hang from his c.h.e.s.t.

Even Dyon had underestimated how much control of this Mystical World the Master Symbol gave him…. he had heard every single word of their conversation!

Clara raised an eyebrow when she saw Dyon's expression, but didn't say anything. Instead, she reclined leisurely in Dyon's arms, watching his clones fight. What intrigued her the most was the fact Dyon's clones had weapons that exuded such a powerful aura… How did it work? They couldn't actually be peak transcendent weapons… Right?

Ever since Dyon awakened his manifestation, he knew that he had the ability to call upon the essence of weapons at a level dependant on his soul. When he had an essence gatherer's soul, he could manifest Master level weapons. At the saint soul level? He could manifest Grandmaster level weapons. Now that his soul had climbed to the very peak of the celestial stage, he could manifest transcendent level weapons.

The only restriction to this ability was the fact only Dyon and extensions of himself could use these weapons. If others tried, the weapon would dissipate. Of course, there was also the matter of Dyon's soul stamina.

However, to Dyon, creating 9999 10% clones was as easy as breathing. The only reason he didn't create more was because his training efficiency would fall instead of increasing due to the limitations of his split mind's technique. This meant he could focus his all into sustaining those weapons.

Suddenly, Dyon's master threw cold water on his parade. ”You're cheating. You're not allowed to use weapons greater than the common level. Don't make me come out there.”

”But…” Dyon's domineering aura was halved. He was technically using his own abilities, how was this cheating? He wanted to cry but he had no tears to give.

”No buts.” The 25th White Mother replied firmly.

Dyon sighed. With a wave of his hand, the majestic armor and weapons of his clones disappeared. In their place, Dyon concentrated only creating numerous common level weapons. He had the most trouble creating bows and arrows, but in the end, he still completed the task before the horde of beasts could reach them.

Clara giggled, finding the whole process funny.

However, the four family heads took this scene completely differently. Even when the 25th White Mother's mother wanted to defend Dyon, she couldn't help but shake her head at this scene. They all thought that Dyon had tried to show off but used up too much of his soul's stamina and was forced to take a step back.

The mischievous Simia family head erupted into laughter, grabbing onto his toned, hairy belly as though he had just seen the funniest thing in the world.