Chapter 1206 - Mystical World (2) (1/2)

Clara's eyes sparkled as she looked at Dyon. By all rights, she should feel uncomfortable due to the death aura radiating off of him, but she somehow felt very comfortable.

Dyon's hair inexplicably grew from its short length before it began flickering in and out of a bland white state… This white was nothing like the blinding holy white of the celestial beasts. Instead, it was almost grey, even giving off a faint black fog.

The transformation seemed incomplete, but it also seemed to be the birth of something new.

When Dyon fought the copycat in his fourth trial, that copycat had made full use of his death will. His hair grew long and white, his caramel skin paled to an ice like consistency, and he even grew almost an entire foot in height.

Dyon didn't truly understand these changes. Wills were supposed to be external sources of power, no? They were meant to call down on the heavens, using the soul as the mediator, to implement power to your attacks. The stronger your comprehension, the stronger your connection with the heavens, and thus the stronger your will would be.

What did that have to do with changes to the body?...

However, Dyon also remembered something else at that point.

When Ri used her void will, her hair turned from its silver-blue to a jet-black. When Madeleine's celestial will upgraded to the supreme law level, she was bathed in a pure aura that added a golden sheen to her purple hair. When Alidor used his Ethereal Permeation, his brown hair became a blazing gold.

All of these events had one thing in common: they were all caused by supreme laws.

One with mind… One with heart… This second level intent was Dyon's current understanding of death will. But… One with body was next… To embody death with his own body, was he truly meant to die?

It couldn't be, Dyon had experienced death thousands of times by now. Whether it be the first time he learned death with, his fifth trials, or even as his clones died right now, he had experienced it too much.

'No. Accepting death isn't my path. Allowing my clones to die and comprehending the feeling isn't my path. My path is the sovereign path! I lord over death! My clones die, yet like a God I can revive them and form a new one! Death means nothing before me!'

BOOM!

A vulgar, black fog erupted from Dyon's body. Yet, it didn't harm Clara in the least. Dyon saw himself as the lord of death, he would never let death take a hold of his wife's fortune.

'To comprehend a new level of death will in a place filled with such high levels of life qi…' Dyon's master shook her head as the same moment her mother did while watching Dyon above. This young man was truly too impressive.