49 You Must Survive 2 (1/2)
The other geniuses had already reached their own obsidian stones and sat in front of them. Dyon had no choice but to take a deep breath and sit in front of his. Placing his hand on it, a flash bang went off in his head as he delved into the technique.
'let me slow down my comprehension and think… he's clearly doing his very best to have us lower our guard, this can only mean that its much harder to attack a soul and possess than it is to defend. I don't want to have to use my trump card here. How laughable would it be if a world I chose to go into is the one that forces my master's remnant soul to save me…'
Dyon shook his head and decided to see if the technique in the obsidian stone was of any use. With a thought, the technique fully imprinted into Dyon mind and he removed his hand to meditate on it.
'This… higher levels of this technique even require understanding domains and doas… What a high level technique, definitely divine.'
It was a body cultivation type technique called: Demon Emperor's Will. It had 3 stages split into 3 levels of understanding much like Dyon's celestial movement technique. Except, this technique allowed you to multiply the power of your body and impose your will on the space around you.
'it's so taxing on the body… but it provides a 2x physical strength increase at the first stage small success. I need to take this opportunity to learn it,' thought Dyon seriously.
The figure watched this scene with a sly smile covered by his hood, 'I appreciate your hard work. As soon as I understand which of you has the most potential, we'll know exactly who will have the privilege of ruling the worlds with me, HAHAHA'
'How domineering…' Thought Dyon.
A demon stands above all. Laughing in the face of pain. Slaughtering in the face of peace. Raping in the face of love. Dominating in the face of oppression….
As Dyon began to read and comprehend these words, a blood thirsty aura began to cover him.
The figure's eyes widened, 'he's already taken the first step in understanding the technique?... he shouldn't have such an advantage… even if the others have only understood artificial wills, it should still help them much more… what a genius'
A grin appeared on the face of the figure, 'if I had this level of comprehension in my past life, I would have long since crushed my enemies beneath my feet… I appreciate your efforts.'
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The days passed in silence, until finally on the third…
BOOM!
Dyon felt his body expand several sizes. He felt his muscles tearing apart and his bones tearing apart.
”ROOOAAAARRR,” a demonic roar filled the training room.
Dyon couldn't let this continue, so he immediately stopped stimulating the technique, unwilling to continue torturing his body. He fell onto his back, breathing heavy.
”HAHAHA, it seems I've found my successor!”
The other geniuses awakened from their meditation with incredulous expressions on their faces. They knew very well how hard it was to practice that technique. They had expected to spend months here, but, in just 3 days Dyon had already broken through to small success of the first stage.
'freak!'
The red-haired young man from the flame blade sect looked on at this scene with a look of anger on his face.
Dyon chuckled, wondering how they'd feel if they knew he only took so long because he was memorizing the rest of the technique first.
'the others aren't bad talents either… I guess I'll keep them here as slaves. They can become my new demon generals.'
With a flash, they appeared in another room. It seemed completely vacant except for one coffin at the end of the room, elevated on a set of stairs.
”This is my resting place and also the most central part of this tower. You won't be able to come here freely until you become more powerful, my successor, but, I want you to know what you have to look forward to. Come, I'll give you my blood essence now. With it, your comprehension of demonic wills will increase by leaps and bounds.”