Chapter 1286 - Babies (1) (1/2)
Dyon looked at the four adorable celestial beasts before looking up at those looking toward him expectantly.
'Should I really do this?' Dyon brow furrowed.
He had no doubt that saying yes would bring him endless troubles. Was gaining the support of the celestial beasts even all that important? Would it really help him?
In total, they probably had a half a dozen or so dao formation experts. Aside from their family heads, they had various elder structures of their family. However, what was the use if they couldn't step foot outside of here? How could they help Dyon? If anything, they'd make everything worse…
If they had someone of the half-step transcendent caliber, maybe that would be entirely different. At least then even the greatest clans would have to think twice… Coupling that with the fact their bloodlines had declined, then they'd probably be left alone…
The issue was that although Granny Celest had the potential to become a half-step transcendent in the far, far, far future, that only represented a less than 1% chance. In fact, framing it that way was definitely underestimating the difficult.
Dyon froze. 'Since when did I decide who to and not to accept based on their usefulness?... When did I become to pragmatic…'
He was stunned not at the situation, but himself. It was almost a striking reminder that it wasn't due to himself that his dao heart was reconstructed, but due to the hopes of others… He didn't pull himself out of the darkness, but others did…
Was he really the same Dyon who died in his fifth trial countless times yet came back with a glare just as determined? Was the comprehension his black flames granted him really so damning that it shattered even his vision of himself?
An arrogant annoyance built up in Dyon's heart. He was Dyon Sacharro, wasn't he supposed to stare down any and everything with an almost ignorant disdain?
Dyon bitterly chuckled to himself. 'The me of 17 years ago would be disgusted with what I've become… I can almost hear him now: ”What a whining crybaby.”.'
He was at a loss. He missed his old self, the one who would run into danger with a reckless abandon. But, he also couldn't bring himself to go back to those old ways.
How could he grow up but stay young at the same time?
Dyon stretched his hand out, causing four golden platforms to appear below the young celestial beasts. Then, he sat cross-legged on the ground, bringing them before himself.
The attendants watched as the four of them floated from their arms, watching silently. The entire 18th tier seemed to fall into a calm quiet as four pairs of eyes blinked at Dyon with a brimming curiosity.