Chapter 2385 - Biury (3) (1/2)

After Dyon absorbed the Pride Clan's pool of blood, there was a sudden change to his Presence, but he had never been able to truly understand what it was. Following that day, he could no longer tell what his Presence's grade was. In addition, it didn't seem limited in the cultivation realms it could affect any longer.

The only faint understanding he had was that his Presence had become a martial intent. But the truth was he still wasn't certain even of what this was. Things like martial intents and concepts were too rarely used on the mortal plane and Dyon had no one but himself to guide him.

Regardless of what the truth was, it was undeniable that his Presence was taking blazing leaps forward in the moment. If before it was entirely reliant on his body, now, it seemed to stretch outward in a perpetual domain that covered everything.

”Still not coming?”

Dyon disappeared, reappearing in the skies above the Ancestor Unicorn. His crushing weight fell on the Overlord's skull even as his scythe swept forward, cleanly cutting its singular horn from its head.

The slaughter was devastating. With every life Dyon took, his strength seemed to surge to a new height. Following in kind, the Heavens suppression of him would multiply several times over, but he would improve once more in the blink of an eye.

Kaori and the normal young man watched as Dyon snatched and disdained the abilities of eleven individuals who could reign over the world.

Dyon's body, coated in flame of white, seemed like a god come down to pass judgement. Every swing of his scythe, every clench of his fist, every flicker of disdain that corrupted his visage, seared into their minds and their hearts as though chiseled in by the Heavens themselves.

The fundamental runes fluttered around Dyon. Their growing number seemed proportional to his every increase in strength. The more there were, the more laws he snatched away. The more laws he snatched away, the more his battle strength relied solely on himself and nothing else.

His battle strength fluctuated as his tug of war with Heavens raged on.

The more power Dyon snatched away, the more he understood what he must do, what his true cultivation path was. The fundamental runes were a nice parlor trick, but it still fundamentally relied on the Heavens.

This system of fundamental runes he was snatching away would always rely on the Heavens. Even if there came a day where he took it all away, it would only make him untouchable in this one world. This was no longer his goal. His aspirations were far beyond this.

He needed to refine his own foundation. He needed to create his own sense of self, his very own body. He would rebuild every cell of his body, refining himself as though he was a pill from the ground up.

His proof of concept already existed – it was his very own wife. Hadn't he used Ri's body as a cauldron? Why not take it one step further and use his own body as a pill?

Maybe the creator of [Inner World: Sanctuary] had a similar path. He likely wanted to create a world within himself, effectively becoming free from the constraints of all others.

However, that was his solution. This solution was Dyon's own, one he would follow to the very end. This was only the beginning!

Dyon sat on the Ancestor Orc's forehead, not seemingly registering the foul smell coming from the latter's body.

After spending a few moments lost in thought, he leisurely stood, hopping down from his spot on the orc's corpse.

His casual actions left a crater in the Ancestor Orc's skull, causing an ooze of grey, white and red brain matter to drip out.

”Are you going to continue pretending to be nameless, Emytheus Olympus?”

Emytheus, who had regained his apathetic expression after a while, suddenly froze once more.