Chapter 1456 - Grievances (3) (1/2)

Dyon coldly stared at Matriarch Niveus' withering soul before closing the geared cage. He had lost count of the number of times he had upgraded the torture system, but even if he hadn't, it was clear that the old woman had long since lost herself to despair. Surprisingly though, she was still lucid enough to recognize Dyon's figure.

Matriarch Niveus could be considered a talent, just like anyone else who managed to reach the celestial realm in that energy poor universe of theirs. In a normal environment, she would have most definitely become a dao formation expert, so her mental stability was quite firm.

By Dyon's calculations, it had been about 100 or so years total since he put her in there. There was the 13-15 years of his trials, plus his 2-year coma. Then there was the 50 plus years of training, then the 25 or so years with the Demon Sage. Plus, this leaves about anywhere between 3-5 years Dyon spent in leisure with his wives and within the Soul Rending Peak sect.

Considering Matriarch Niveus had lived for almost 10 000 years, 100 years was a small time for her. So, Dyon didn't expect her to completely crumble for a long while more.

Unfortunately for the Holy Princess, her time spent in the torture chamber wasn't too different. But, Dyon didn't feel bad for her.

She appeared in a shivering state. She had, impressively, not forgotten her original form, so distinctive hands and knees covered her head. Despite having been tortured for so long, she had held on against all hope. She still had a mission to complete, but who knew she would have been thwarted by a child?

To her right, what seemed like the crying sounds of a child came from the blob of light that was the mineral sprite. Despite it having experienced just two days of torture, it was in an even worst state than Matriarch Niveus.

Both of them had chains of gold around them, impeding any escape they might have thought of.

Suddenly, the Holy Princess looked up in confusion. That pain she had gotten so used to for so long had actually… Disappeared?

”You… you…” The Holy Princess pointed a delicate, illusory finger toward Dyon, filled of grievances and hate. ”You evil scoundrel!”

Dyon rolled his eyes. Even after 100 years of torture, she couldn't think of a better insult?

”You're lucky I released you in the first place. If it was up to me, you would have rotted for the rest of your life.” Dyon said coldly.

The Holy Princess almost erupted in anger, but seeing the seriousness in Dyon's expression, she shrunk back as far as her chains would allow.

”Evil man…” She muttered before what Dyon thought were tears began to fall down her cheeks. Since she was nothing but a spirit, they came out like oddly, droplet shaped, motes of light. ”You sacrificed so many people yet you're still so cruel.”