Chapter 1851 - Research (1) (1/2)

Utopia suddenly became cluttered. Well, cluttered was an inappropriate term considering its obnoxious size. Rather, it greeted a larger number of individuals than it should have so soon. At the moment, almost 70 new faces looked around their surroundings in complete confusion.

'Is this a new torture chamber?'

It was something almost all of them thought, but their surroundings were too different. They were already losing their minds staring at the blank walls of their cages for so long, what was the point in moving them to another blank space?

Of course, they had no way of telling Dyon, Zaire, Lyla, Amphorae and Granny Celeste apart from themselves. After all, they had never seen the people in the cages beside them. They didn't even know if there were cages beside them until now.

Contrary to what one might expect, they weren't all old. In fact, they were mostly young. Or, they looked young. After all, even if their dao formation cultivation was just for show, it was still their cultivation at the end of the day.

There were a few pushing their middle ages, but for the most part, they looked to be in their mid twenties.

They were shabbily dressed, both men and women alike. Their bodies were coated in what looked like gray prison attire crossed with hospital gowns. That said, they at least didn't emanate any odd or putrid smells. At the end of the day, they were dao experts and had long since jumped the hurdle of human filth.

'They were definitely far better treated than Virvor…' Dyon thought to the young man who was still recovering from his wounds, even to now. '… I half expected them all to be in a half dead state.

'I wonder. Could the Sapientia really not have a technique similar to [Devour]? Or is it that they didn't dare to use it?'

[Devour] was one of the very first martial techniques Dyon had ever learned. It was a divine grade soul path technique that had two main functions. The first was to absorb the soul strength of an opponent, either for the sake of stamina or to increase your cultivation. The second was a proxy ability as a result of the first. It allowed the absorption of a target's memories.

Little Yang snorted, still disgruntled. 'Do you think divine grade techniques, especially divine grade soul techniques, just float around ripe for plucking?'

Dyon smiled bitterly. Maybe his perspective of the world really was too skewed.

”Hello everyone.” Dyon's voice cut through the murmurs. In truth, Dyon wasn't anymore properly dressed than him. He only wore a crisp white shirt and black sweatpants rolled to his calves. They practically assumed he was a prisoner along with them. But, it seemed they were wrong. ”I should probably tell you all this first: this place is not affiliated with the Sapientia Clan.”

The eyes of the 70 or so researchers widened. It wasn't their fault. Dyon's words were too shocking.

”It might be hard to accept, but this isn't some sort of trick. This is the territory of the Sacharro Clan.”

There was only more confusion at these words. Sacharro Clan? They had never heard of it… They once more couldn't be blamed. They were in captivity long before Dyon made his debut.