Chapter 1608 - Return (2) (1/2)
Melisende suddenly felt a weight on her c.h.e.s.t. Aarush was absolute correct. While Dyon could afford to be willful, she couldn't.
The Golden Crow Sect didn't have any obligation to give their sects any face at all. They had been suppressing the three of them, including the Flaming Lily Sect, for so many millennia that it should have already been possible for them to sweep over the quadrant.
In truth, the only reason the Golden Crow Sect was holding back until now was in order to keep a lower profile. While many have forgotten the might of the Golden Crow bloodline, those monsters of the outer quadrants definitely hadn't.
Until now, the Golden Crow Sect had been partially feigning weakness while waiting for the ancestor's plans to be accomplished. If they decided to drop all pretenses, taking command of 60 or 70 Universes just like those largest Clans and Sects did would only be a matter of a few decades.
Others might not know all these hidden truths, but how could Melisende not as the Vice Master of their rival Sect? Although she wasn't aware of the role Orcus played in all of this, she did know that the Golden Crow Sect was more than twice as powerful as their three lower ranked sects put together!
She had to smooth this situation out. Dyon was still young and rash, and while he could speak for himself, Melisende knew that no Clan would take part in a war so far from themselves. And, even if they chose to do so, the payment they would ask for in return wasn't something the Flaming Lily Sect could afford to pay.
However, before she could make her attempt, Dyon had already chosen to speak again. While the Flaming Lily Sect didn't understand the full scope of why the Golden Crow Sect held back, how could Dyon not? He had Orcus' diary, after all. With it, Dyon not only understood the secrets behind the fall of the Golden Crow Sect, he had also learned some truths behind why the Golden Era was the shortest of the four Eras. On top of this, there were secrets about the Ancient Battlefield that opened Dyon's perspective up to an entirely new world…
”Can you, as an elder who carries neither the Goldeen nor Crow Bloodline, take responsibility for declaring war?”
Dyon's words froze Elder Aarush in place. He had spoken in the heat of the moment, but he knew just how true Dyon's words were. The Flaming Lily Sect had been an eyesore for them for millions of years already, yet they hadn't gotten rid of them yet. There had to be a reason for this. Could he really take responsibility for declaring war? Of course not!
”If you'd like the key, it's not impossible for you to get it back.” Dyon suddenly said with a smile, his oppressive aura disappearing like the wind.
Elder Aarush narrowed his eyes, but he was forced to answer. ”How?”
”Simple. Find someone below the 7th celestial stage capable of defeating my wife and you can have the key.”