Chapter 1615 - Gaze (3) (1/2)
The truth was that there were no Sapientia Towers in Soul Rend Quadrant, so it would normally be impossible for Ri to reach him. But, Clara didn't like this flaw. While it was no good for the Sapientia to have any influence in Dyon's territory, it was equally as bad for Dyon to be unaware of the affairs of the outside world.
In solution, Clara created a one-way reception tower. This one-way tower only allowed information to come in, not allowing any to leave. As a result, the Sapientia were completely unaware of its existence while Dyon and his Empire could keep tabs on the happenings of the outside world.
There was only one exception to the one-way rule and that was the necklaces that hung from Dyon's and his wives' necks.
Ri looked particular tired, but there was a happy smile on her face. She knew that the mystical world was only meant to stay open for three years, but she had contacted Dyon months ago only to hear nothing back. That left both her and Clara in a bit of a predicament.
Luckily, their souls were connected to Dyon's, so they knew he was still alive. But, that didn't stop them from worrying. Seeing that he was alive and well now made them feel much better.
”Did something happen?” Dyon sat up from his throne, carelessly slipping the Life Ring onto his finger.
”We've been in Dark Ocean for the past three years, and we've made great gains.” Ri explained. ”But the problem isn't entering, it's exiting. I'm sure that Chrysanthemum and her cousin are annoyed that my soul jade hasn't shattered yet, so they'll likely lie in ambush. Although I've improved, I'm still not enough to deal with Anabella. She's a higher celestial of the 6th Order.”
Dyon nodded. ”I'll be there in a few hours.”
Despite Dyon making it sound like he was coming alone, Ri didn't doubt him. If her husband took action, that meant he was confident in his victory even when others thought he wasn't.
Dyon ended their communication, standing abruptly.
A silver-gold mask appeared on his face. Before, the Lightning Willow Mask had turned black due to depleting all of its energy, but now that it had absorbed Dyon's four cloud tribulation, many of its abilities were back. Although it was only a transcendent grade treasure now, it was still more than enough to stop anyone who wasn't a Higher Existence from seeing his true appearance.
After ensuring that the mask had indeed regained much of its abilities, Dyon thought of taking out the golden yacht, but in the end, he decided against it. Such a supreme grade treasure would definitely be a staple of an expert, so he couldn't casually decide which of his identities would use it. Since he had already used it as Dyon, he couldn't also do so as the masked wife stealer unless he had no other choice.
”This came at a good time…” Dyon muttered to himself, a deep rumbling reverberating in his c.h.e.s.t. ”… I really did need something to vent this rage. Don't disappointment me too much, Water Mist Sect. Give me something worth playing with.”