Chapter 1310 - Dung (2) (1/2)
Dyon's mind cleared of all things. Death loomed over him, but he had sunk back into a place of happiness, a place that filled with a feeling that hardly anything else could match.
Dyon remembered clearly the moment his soul was unlocked. He had laughed so grandly and smiled so wildly that he almost couldn't believe that it was himself.
At that moment, he was actually in the middle of a fight that would decide his life or death, yet he laughed. He simply loved array alchemy that much.
They say you never truly appreciated something until it was gone, and it could be said that Dyon understood that concept completely. After decades with his soul sealed, he almost didn't realize that an important part of who he was, was missing. And it wasn't until he heard those heavenly chimes months that he came to understand just what he was feeling.
Currently, his body may have seemed as new as a babies, but the truth was there was a glaring problem with it: it had no energy whatsoever.
Because of his fusion of the silver mirror constitutions, Dyon had been forced to pull all of the energy from within himself out. Although all of that energy was still within the Energy Core, just because he could pull it out quickly, didn't mean he could refill himself just as quickly.
The Energy Core was capable of dealing with the strain many times over, but could Dyon's meridians? The truth was Dyon didn't know. In the past, the answer was definitely no. However, at the moment, he didn't fully understand the limits of his body. Therefore, he immediately threw out the possibility of taking that risk.
The second possible solution Dyon thought of was using his spatial will. Back in his world, Dyon could already move hundreds of meters with a single thought. In fact, his upward limit touched the barrier of one kilometer.
Technically, that should be more than enough to buy him some time, but he threw this possibility out as well.
During his second trial, celestials were able to fight on the surface of a planet without it taking any real damage. Yet, in Dyon's era, even high-level saints could destroy a planet.
Why? The solidity of creation was far more robust in ancient times. Whether it be the earth or space itself, everything was stronger in a place with this much primordial energy. For all Dyon knew, he might not even move a single centimeter if he tried to use his spatial will now.
So, Dyon could only turn to the one thing he could always rely on. The thing he loved the most in the world. The soul path.
It was difficult to split his mind here for the same reason it was difficult to stay in a selfless state, but Dyon just managed to split it two ways, straining his already drained mental energy.
A brilliant array appeared in the air as the ghastly bull-bird fell from the skies.
Its stupidity played right into Dyon's hands. It had jumped far higher than it needed to, causing it to be hundreds of meters in the air. Since it could only rely on gravity now considering how useless its wings were, it was actually approaching at a much slower pace than before despite how great the gravity was.