Chapter 2341 - Lower Garments (1) (1/2)

Dyon stood with his back as straight a javelin, his gaze both figuratively and actively burning.

There wasn't a challenge that existed that left Dyon with a helpless feeling. Still, he wasn't expecting the leap from quadrant suppression to world suppression to be so drastic.

Then again, when he thought about it… It all made sense.

In the past, the strongest quadrant suppression that could exist would be in Star Grade Empires. However, with the severe lack of quadrants left in the Mortal Plane, one might bȧrėly be able to form a single Star Grade Empire if all quadrants were conquered at once.

This was the main reason there was such a disparity. Dyon had yet to experience what Star, or more importantly, Peak Star Grade suppression felt like. How could there not be a massive difference?

What was more shocking though were the words of those three men…

Didn't they say something about not being able to cultivate past the Dao Formation Realm? Why would something like that be? Could it be that this world had some sort of artificial cap?

Dyon's thoughts ran at lightning speed.

'Is it like the mortal plane? It has a cultivation cap as well… The Higher Existence Realm… But, it isn't as though there is a hard cap… If one surpasses it, they move on to the immortal plane. But what would happen if no immortal plane existed?'

The more Dyon thought, the more serious he became. If he was correct, then that meant that this world he was in currently was even lower in level than the mortal plane he was born on. Yet, its suppression was actually so severe?!

What Dyon didn't know was that these small worlds all had this sort of protection. Immortals couldn't enter this place even if they wanted to. Unless… Unless you were an Immortal powerful enough to ignore these rules.

At the very least, the lowest Essence Immortals had no ability to enter this place. Only Immortal Saints might be able to forcefully tear through this world's protection.

The stronger a world, the exponentially stronger a person needed to be to tear through its protections…

Dyon pulled out the Dragon King. Its body was just as beautiful as ever, crackling with blackened flames and etched in the scales of a dragon.

Looking at its broad body, Dyon couldn't help but sigh, remembering another broad sword that had been resting in his inner world for over a century already. That broad sword happened to be Little Rain's chosen vessel. But, for whatever reason, the little guy hadn't woken up ever since he absorbed the newborn flame sprite.

Though it was a bit unconscious, Dyon found that he was leaning more and more toward the sword. He had never felt one weapon was superior to another before, but he somehow instinctually picked out the sword more and more often.

'Why is that…' He wondered silently to himself.

The three voices had stood frozen before Dyon's words. It had already been several seconds since Dyon spoke. But, for whatever reason, they had yet to act.