Chapter 2271 - Work (1) (2/2)

Those who weren't in the loop wouldn't understand, but the upper echelon of the Mortal Empire were well aware of Dyon's goals and plans. They didn't blink an eye as Dyon entered alone, his shoulders holding the hopes of and dreams of an entire Empire.

All across the Mortal Plane, similar occurrences were happening. But in the Mortal Empire, despite the numerous portals that appeared, Dyon was the only one to take a step forward.

A single Empire, in complete unity, without even a single soul acting for their own interests… When in the history of the world had such a thing ever occurred?

Dyon might have been arrogant, but there were few things he truly boasted about. But, if there was one that made him smile an unrestrained smile, it was this very truth seen today.

Appearing on the familiar Ancient Battlefield, Dyon didn't take much time to gain his bearings and flash forward toward his destination.

It was then the situation abruptly changed. In the dense forest with trees stretching hundreds of meters into he air, the sound of rushing feet from all directions immediately caught Dyon's attention.

”Haha! We've already found one!”

”Ancestor said that the mortal plane this time around is pitifully weak. To think they'd actually dare to send in their geniuses as though they're actually worthy of such a title.”

Half a dozen youths sped toward Dyon from all directions, their gazes lit with a fiery ambition. Not a single one was below the Higher Dao Realm. Of course, considering how difficult cultivation was in the Ancient Battlefield, their strength was actually comparable to Peak Dao Realm experts. Some greater geniuses amongst them might even be as strong as Fallen at that Realm.

They surrounded Dyon with playful expressions on their faces.

”Is there a need for all of us to take action? Just one of me is enough.”

”Don't be so ċȯċky, he's a Peak Dao Realm expert. To be able to enter despite the age restriction, he's definitely a big fish. We can't kill him. A genius like him is really valuable to his Clan, we can use him to force them to give us their Faith.”

”Are you saying that because it's smart? Or are you saying that because you've taken a liking to his face?”

”So what if it's both? Men that grow up on the Ancient Battlefield are too stocky and rough. Where am I going to find myself a prince consort with a face as delicate as his elsewhere?”

”I have things to do. Can we move this along please?” Dyon cut their conversation short.