Chapter 2383 - Bury (1) (1/2)
Dyon's gripped Ancestor Golden Crow's severed head. His fist clenched, sending a tidal wave of force through the dead Overlord's skull and causing a rain of flesh and blood.
Dyon observed the red-gold bead that remained in his hand apathetically. Though he seemed to be holding it casually, it radiated a level of heat that matched the surface of a star. Even with its vital force cut off, it felt an innate dėsɨrė to burn the world to the ground.
Beast cores. They were a natural phenomenon that mortal beasts didn't have the right to form. In fact, even Ancestor Golden Crow only bȧrėly met the requirements to create one. Still, even then, his was only the size of a fingernail.
These were very different from the infernal cores of the Infernal and Embryonic Infernal Beasts. While infernal cores only contained a dense qi, true beast cores contained not only an immortal beast's cultivation, but also their comprehension.
Everything it was that made Ancestor Golden Crow as powerful as he was, was hidden within this very fingernail sized crystal shard.
On the immortal plane, such a beast core was invaluable. The truth was that not every beast could form one. Only those with deep enough bloodline talent or those who had experienced lucky mutations could form one. The number was at only about 10% of beasts.
”Oh…?”
Dyon dropped down heavily from the skies, unable to sustain flight without his qi. Though he was sure he could figure out how to using vital qi as a substitute, he couldn't be bothered. After all, he still had his wings if he was really in need of flight.
”Do all of you have one of these?”
Dyon moved his head toward the five remaining beast Overlords as though they were meat on a platter. Suddenly, greed they had toward the soaring treasures in the distance vanished, replaced with an ingrained fear that penetrated their marrow.
They couldn't understand what they were seeing. Why was Dyon's battle strength fluctuating so wildly? Sometimes he would be as weak as an ant, and at others… He could behead a three facet Overlord with a single strike?!
Dyon's senses turned back toward the small shard in his hand. It was quite beautiful in a morbid kind of way, especially since he could see Ancestor Golden Crow's soul screaming in agony from his vantage point.
”How interesting.”
With a thought, Dyon crushed it. Ancestor Golden Crow's last horrified scream filled the air, turning into particle sized red-gold dust that sparkled between Dyon's fingers.
The world around him shook and quaked.