Chapter 1312 - Dung (4) (1/2)

'Wait, I have the Energy Core, don't I?' Dyon would have slapped his own forehead if he could move. However, this worried him even more. He wouldn't usually forget something so simple.

Dyon cast his mind into his inner world to connect to the Energy Core. As long as he had it, the difficulty of dealing with Primordial Energy would be next to nothing. He could use the Energy Core to indiscriminately suck in energy, then have it emit the purified version for his easy consumption.

Theoretically, due to these abilities, the Energy Core made manipulating energy and cultivating far easier. However…

'Why isn't it responding?' Dyon froze. He suddenly understood why his mental state was being affected so easily… It wasn't that The Seal was failing to work, it was that it wasn't working at all.

What Dyon would soon come to understand was that this was occurring due to the treasure of the 33 heavens following the legendary path. Weapons and treasures of this caliber were capable of calling upon the heavens to power them which was why Dyon with his previously poor energy cultivation talent could use the Energy Core with ease, or why he could accomplish feats far beyond himself with the help of The Seal.

This was what it meant to follow the legendary path.

But… What would happen if you suddenly found yourself in a place where the heavens didn't lord? If a treasure of the legendary path could no longer rely on the heavens, how could it be powered at all?

Dyon's eyes widened in understanding. He wasn't worthy of activating these treasures alone. Although they often took much of his stamina to use, Dyon was hardly doing any of the heavy lifting. Now that it was entirely on him to activate their abilities… he had run into a brick wall.

Coming to this point, the first thing Dyon did was actively pour his soul energy into The Seal, hoping to alleviate himself of these subtle attacks on his mind.

As expected, The Seal whirred to life, its intricate gears and symbols moving in relation to each other.

Feeling the drain on his soul strength though, Dyon could only bitterly smile. It seemed he had taken the passive abilities of these treasures for granted. As it stood now, he wouldn't be able to maintain this expenditure for more than 3 seconds…

However, the clear mind Dyon gained for that brief moment allowed him to lay down a plan.

Dyon pinched his nose and steeled his stomach, allowing a small gap to open in his concealment array. His hand stretched out and entered the disgusting, mushy substance.

'Don't throw up… Don't throw up… Don't throw up…' Gritting his teeth, Dyon absorbed the energy as fast as he could.