Chapter 1829 - Balance- (2.2) (1/2)

The evil path was not like the devil path. The devil path sounded grating on the ears, but it was no more likely for a person to be evil if they followed this path as opposed to the 'accepted' conventional path. However, the evil path was different. This was a path that necessitated cruelty in exchange for power, and very often, that cruelty was f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y aimed toward the innocent.

At the same time, Dyon was aware that he wasn't a saint.

Had he committed any atrocious acts? The answer was no. But, had he helped facilitate some of those acts? The answer was unfortunately yes.

Look at the Mortal Network. It seemed like a space created with the purest of intentions, a space that would bring about a new era of the martial world. However, when Dyon created it, he knew well the kind of depraved, disgusting deeds that would likely begin to permeate its deeper inner workings.

How did Dyon know this? Because he was aware that this occurred even in his mortal realm. Things like s.e.x trafficking and slave trades were all likely being aided by his Mortal Network as he stood here. Yet, he accepted that and moved forward anyway.

Of course, there was a massive difference between Dyon and Jasmine. Dyon had no intention of continuing to allow this problem to fester while Jasmine likely believed this was her only path in life.

'Which is more important?' Dyon thought to himself, not shifting his gaze away from Jasmine. 'My moral code? Or the future of my alliance?'

This opportunity here is likely the easiest time Dyon would have bringing a quadrant under his wing.

All he had to do was rely on Amphorae and the sentinels to kill the elders of the Mist Clan, then Jasmine could take true control of the Water Mist Quadrant. After the Mist Clan couldn't provide anymore protection, it was impossible for Anabella to continue hiding, which would allow Ri to become a Legatee of their Sect.

Within the next few ten thousand years, Ri would definitely take the mantle of Palace Master and the Water Mist Quadrant would officially become a territory of the Sacharro Clan.

It seemed so simple, so within his grasp. It was right there…

He'd have to fight untold battles to claim the Golden Flame quadrant. He was nowhere near ready to challenge the Ragnor, Pakal, Uidah and Beast Alliance Clans. The 99 universes had a depth Dyon had yet to see through.

By all rights, this was his first true chance to take a quadrant for his own…

”You will receive 5% of the mined resources of Dark Ocean and also receive my services as a soon to be Planet Lord for the next ten years. As long as you provide the material within the ten year period, and the pill is not of the evil path, I will concoct it for you.”

”…” Jasmine looked toward Dyon. ”… That weakness, that moral code… It will kill you one day. The correct choice would have been to take my head, here and now. In fact, maybe you should refine into a corpse puppet and truly make the Water Mist Sect your own. But, your heart is weak.”