Chapter 2316 - 10000 (1) (1/2)

”Seems it's almost time…” Dyon mumbled to himself.

It had already been a year since the Deity Clan fell. What remained of their population was sent off to the mortal plane while their territory was taken over by Dyon's armies. As for ȧssimilating them into the army, Dyon wasn't in a rush to do so. Honestly, his people were no longer at a stage in development where their strength was weak in comparison to others. In Dyon's opinion, the talent of his people had already reached the peak of what the mortal plane was capable of birthing.

At the same time though, the majority of the Deity Race was actually quite grateful to him despite what led their being under his charge. After all, it was his actions that allowed them to break free of this prison. So, it wouldn't be impossible to make use of them in the future.

Currently, Dyon sat on a bed of grass, facing a raging ocean tide.

It was an odd dichotomy, almost like a barrier splitting two worlds. On one side, the side of the dark waters, it was like the embodiment of death and destruction. But, on the other, there was lush grass, filled with peace and calm.

Of course, the Ancient Battlefield didn't usually have such healthy grass. Much of it coarse earth. The ground was simply too hard for such weak plant life to grow. However, to Dyon, accomplishing this was as easy as waving a hand.

Dyon didn't even seem to notice the raging waters before him as he feasted on what seemed like and endless supply of food.

All around him, his wives reclined with him. Having been so used to beautiful scenery for so long, they almost found the violent of the Ancient Battlefield waters to be therapeutic.

Ri giggled lightly. ”Dyon, you eat nothing but Saru's cooking these days. She's an Overlord yet you've made her into your own personal cook, don't you feel bad?”

Dyon paused his drinking of a large bowl of dragon marrow soup.

”… Nope.” He said with a shameless grin.

Over the past several decades, he had only missed a rare few days of eating. If a team of mortals had to cook at the volume he consumed, not even a thousand chefs would be enough.

Through his study of alchemy, Dyon had become more keenly aware of the secrets of his body, even more so that he had when he awakened his Immortal Sense. Though he had always loved to eat, there were many times he would go months without touching a scrap of food simply because he had thrust his mind into training and other stressful matters.