Chapter 2174 - Fathers (1) (1/2)

Despite having awoken, Dyon sat as still as a statue.

In the last five years, it was as though pain hadn't existed to him. Suffering through pain for a moment or suffering through it for five years was no different.​​

It was quite ironic, though. The concept of Oneness he thought was so simple actually took him five years to take just the very first step of. Yet, the benefits were beyond his wildest imaginations.

He felt that conventional and vital qi flowed better in unison. He found that his comprehensions for seemingly unrelated wills were actually interconnected in fantastical and magical ways. He even vaguely felt that the body, energy and soul paths really weren't so different after all.

And then there was himself. It was as though the technique was asking him if he was willing, if he was ready… To be that man who combined it all.

A breath of air left Dyon's lips. His cultivation hadn't moved even a single step in these five years, yet he was very clearly more powerful than he had ever been.

His hand waved.

In an instant, 108 flying swords appeared, streaking like comets.

His two fingers stretched outward. Under his command, the swords trembled.

One after another, they began to collapse. One hundred and eight became fifty-four. Fifty-four became twenty-seven. Twenty-seven became thirteen. Thirteen became one.

The resulting sword fell into Dyon's palm, trembling with mighty force. It was a long, slender silver blade that radiated a faint pale blue, almost like the streaking dust particles of a comet.

'108 comets… 12 moons… 9 planets… 3 stars…'

If this was the Mortal Plane, who knew how devastating the result would have been. Dyon felt that this strike was the greatest he had ever levied in his life. Yet, it didn't leave so much as a white mark on the black wood before him.

Still, Dyon smiled. He was still completely incapable of even conjuring the other swords of True Sword Will, but this much was enough for now.

Dyon's gaze turned cold. Even if he couldn't defeat a Fallen outright, he didn't believe he would have a problem retreating. And once he broke through the Middle Dao Realm barrier, defeating a Fallen wouldn't be a pipe dream any longer.

After another glance toward the floating orb, Dyon turned and left.

The Realm didn't seem to have such a damning effect on him anymore. He had suddenly become capable of blending into his environment, as though he himself was also becoming one with it.

With a sweep of his hand, he casually took what remained of the Celestial Deer Sect's resources, only casually giving it a glance. These things no longer shook his soul as they once did.