Reaper of the Martial World

Book 11: Chapter 5: Heated (2)

“Master, Uncle.” Dyon greeted his master and her husband with a broad smile.

Of course in all this time, Dyon hadn’t forgotten his promise to his Master. After the meeting with the Outer Powers ended, about a decade or so later, the Valley of Geniuses opened on the Dao Floors of the Epistemic Tower. Dyon hadn’t hesitated to leave behind the Celestial Floors then and seek out his Master Uncle’s spirit wisp.

Following that, it had only taken a few years to reform his body. Now, he too had stepped into the Higher Existence Realms along with his wife.

Though the two of them hadn’t caused 9999 steps to descend, his Master Uncle had still evoked more than 8000, while his master had evoked more than 9800. They were both quite powerful amongst Supremes.

“Little Dyon, you’ve comprehended my path?” Esmeralda smiled toward Dyon with a doting expression.

Dyon laughed. “I finally did. Master’s comprehensions of array alchemy was extraordinarily deep. In fact, they’re very much like Runic Vein Theory which I don’t have much talent in… It’s likely because of this that it took me so long.”

Esmeralda chuckled, pinching Dyon’s cheek viciously. “It took me millions of years beneath Focus Lake to comprehend this new path, yet it only took you 20 years. Don’t let others hear your words.”

Dyon had long since known of his master’s unique alchemy path. Back when he first took her spirit back from the Valley of Geniuses, she had used her celestial beast blood to concoct a pill capable of replenishing focus, something that even the [Dao of Array Alchemy] didn’t have a mortal grade pill for.

The issue was exactly that, though. Incorporating flesh and blood into alchemy was unheard of. The practice focused entirely on spiritual herbs and plants of the sort. Some more unconventional recipes required fruits, but that still fell into the appropriate category.

However, Dyon’s master carved a new path that could use the blood of beasts to concoct pills that had never been seen below the immortal grade.

Had Dyon comprehended it all earlier, there was no doubt that his Mortal Empire would be at least twice as strong as it was now. Unfortunately, he hadn’t.

Though they had his master capable of concocting in this path, her soul stamina was nowhere near Dyon’s. It was impossible for her to concoct millions, even billions of pills in one sitting like Dyon could. As a result, it was impossible to rely on her to support more than a handful of people.

This path could be the considered the only time Dyon had ever struggled in Array Alchemy. His initial failure was part of the reason he insisted on starting from scratch, learning everything from the ground up.

In the end, his perseverance worked out. 20 years after he finished his 60 years of foundational training, he finally grasped the quintessence of his Master’s Legacy.

This couldn’t have made Esmeralda happier.

Though she never mentioned it, she had always felt a sense of inferiority. She didn’t think she was worthy to be Dyon’s master. She had hardly guided him, and had even placed such a massive burden on his shoulders when he was just a child. Even if Dyon never complained or even raised a single ounce of disrespect toward her, this only made her heart heavier. historical

However, now she felt she had truly done something for him. Though she didn’t believe this could erase all of the wrongs she had brought into his life, it still set her heart at ease just the tiniest bit.

“Master! You can’t start crying now, you know I can’t deal with that.” Dyon shook his head in a slight panic, wiping away Esmeralda’s tears. Lilith’s outburst all those decades ago had left him with some lingering trauma.

To the side, her husband, Jorkai, laughed heartily, his deep voice shaking the foundations of Soul Palace.

“With you master and disciple around, I feel like a third wheel. I need that little boy to hurry and bring me a grandchild so I don’t feel so lonely anymore. To think he has two wives, yet I’ve yet to hold up my grandson. Can he even be my, Jorkai’s, seed?”

Jorkai had an incredibly old-fashioned way of speaking, but his heart shone through with his every word.

Poor Zaire had been beaten on the head by this father of his for a grandchild, but he had never truly put his mind to it.

As for who Zaire’s two wives were, he married both Lyla and Damaris. Dyon might have expected the former though he never pushed the issue, but the latter was a surprise to him. It honestly may have never happened had it not been for Lyla’s interference. After all, she could see through the thoughts of both of them with ease.

“You inflexible old codger.” Esmeralda pulled on her husband’s ear. “These are dangerous times, who has the mind to have a child? Stop speaking nonsense.”

Jorkai blushed slightly after Esmeralda’s words exposed him. He was just making fun of his son for being incapable of having a child, but it was clear to anyone that he had tried to have a second one himself only to be rejected by Esmeralda.

Dyon smiled as the resolve in his heart grew stronger. Even if he had to give his life, these were the smiles he would protect to the end. To want to destroy the happiness of his family… The Entity must truly be tired of living.