Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 316: Viola (3)

“He’s the Queen’s husband?” Centauress who had been hiding with Ri’s long, beautiful, silver-blue hair along with Galadrhim and Isla peaked outward, staring at Dyon curiously. “Why’s he hiding his face? Don’t tell me the Queen has an ugly husband.”

Isla, who was the only one of the three to have actually seen Dyon pondered a bit. Her standards were quite high when it came to beauty considering she was from the fairy race, but as she was about to respond, she suddenly shuddered.

“He’s ugly. Definitely very ugly. I don’t know how he grasped the Queen’s heart.” Isla continued to shiver. All she could remember was the image of Dyon covered in blood and gore. Back then, he stood at over twenty meters tall and was coated in black armor. Plus, his body was badly mangled.

Although Isla was a fairy, her thinking was quite simple and naïve. It was for this reason her race, despite their heaven defying abilities, never became prominent and instead fell under the protective wing of the elves.

She believed herself very intelligent, thinking that this was Dyon’s disguise while his other form was his true form. After all, wasn’t it normal for people to grow more powerful after entering their true forms? That’s what beasts did all the time, they were far stronger in their beast forms than their human forms. Since Dyon had gotten much stronger in his giant form, she thought that that was his real appearance.

“Oh no, we need to save the Queen. How can such a beautiful Queen have an ugly husband?”

At this point, even the usually calm Galadrhim began to feel restless as she floated on her tree. How could they allow their Queen to have such a subpar husband? Weren’t all the greatest heroes in history also incredibly handsome? Who had ever heard of an ugly hero? She definitely couldn’t allow this.

Dyon, who had been waiting for Ri to start her story, didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. When had he suddenly become ugly? Plus, didn’t they know that he could hear them?

Ri giggled lightly. She had yet to see Dyon’s appearance after he became a celestial, but she had a feeling he could make her swoon more than he ever had.

“Joking aside, Clara and I made some major gains in the past three years, but there are still some glaring issues that are left to be dealt with.” Ri started. “This time around, although it seems like the Mist Clan only sent me on this mission because they wanted to get rid of me, they only did so as a matter of convenience. They had been thinking about doing another expedition to Dark Ocean for years now.”

“What do you think about that?” Dyon asked. He had a vague idea of what the problem was, but it was impossible for him to know everything about everything. Ri definitely had the better perspective on this topic.

“Usually, they only feel the need to clear the beasts in the Dark ocean every few centuries, but it’s only been a couple dozen years since the last time. Because Anabella’s weaknesses have handicapped the Sect’s savings so much, they’re no longer able to continue to ignore the resources hidden on the ocean floor. The issue is that the “beasts” there have acted as a major deterrence for a long time.

“Because of the Elvin Curse, the Rainbow Peng Clan takes every last bit of those century long gaps to conjure up the magic that wards the Sect off, but if the Mist Clan gets too restless, they’ll send experts long before the Clan is ready. In that case, the secret of Dark Ocean would be exposed.”

Dyon nodded, lost in thought. “And what would happen if you undid the seal?” historical

“If the seal was undone, there are three Kun Peng’s that could break into the dao realm within half a year, and they’re practically guaranteed to succeed due to their excessive accumulations. But, that isn’t enough to match the fire power of the Water Mist Sect without adequate preparation.

“The Palace Master has been a Higher Dao Expert for a long time now. In fact, she would be a Peak Dao Expert by now if it wasn’t for the suppression of the Mist Clan.

“The Grand Elder is a Middle Dao Expert, along with First Elder Viola and Second Elder Mist. The four of them are the most powerful members of the Sect, barring Ancestors of course. But, Ancestors will only be awoken in the worst case scenario. So, unless the Sect is in dire straits, they can be ignored.

“As for Lower Dao Experts, there are several dozen, nearing 30 – even more if the males from the secular universes are counted. Plus, there are countless Pseudo-Dao experts.”

Dyon sighed. Would they really have to give up the resources on the ocean floor? If the Mist Clan really lay their hands on those resources, Ri would find it far harder to find a foothold in the Sect.

At the moment, Dyon seemed rich, but when things were put into perspective, he was a poor man in a billionaires game.

There were numerous energy stone mines not only in the Demon Sage’s Mystical World, but also in the Golden Flame Mystical World Dyon managed to bring over. However, how could those handful of mines compare to Sects and Clans that had entire universes worth of energy stone mines to pick from?

Not only did Dyon have far less universes to work with than these tycoons, he couldn’t even properly find the natural resources he needed within them!

While these Sects and Clans had spent several million years carefully scouting and mapping their territory, finding their most important resources one by one, Dyon hadn’t even begun! In truth, if Meiying was powerful enough, scouting out an entire universe would only take her a few weeks. But, she wouldn’t be able to do this until she reached the Dao Formation Realm, something that was much too far away for her.

The Dark Ocean was far too important to Dyon. Not only was it more than 20 universes worth of resources, these resources also hadn’t been touched in millions of years, making it comparable to double or even triple that. Also, due to the curse placed upon the Kun Peng by the elves in preparation for their come back, the Kun Peng Clan had been forced to diligently map out all of these resources as well.

“No…” Dyon muttered to himself. Giving up these resources to the Mist Clan was not an option. He needed a plan of action.