Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 382: Six Months (3)

Weeks later, Dyon found himself sitting upon a defensive formation, hundreds of miles in the air. The 9, endlessly tall pagodas wrapped around him, standing bleakly amid the grey clouds.

His eyes seemed completely devoid of emotion, he hadn’t even been able to bring himself to enter the gold danger zones. Aside from a clone of his that constantly worked on improving his comprehension of planet level array alchemy, he did nothing at all. In fact, the only reason why he divided his mind in such a way at all was because he knew Mia and Bella would never forgive him if he didn’t do his best to save Eli because of them.

This was the first time Dyon had felt so helpless. He had never felt this way before, not when he was a cripple unable to energy cultivate, not when as a mere meridian formation youth facing a celestial and a saint, even when his chaos flames dropped him into a pit of hell, he had still been able to stand and rampage across the universe to look for the answers he sought.

Yet, what could he do now? None of his talent, none of his heaven defying treasures, none of his intelligence had a solution. Mia and Bella were gone, two innocent young women full of love and warmth, simply taken because the Heavens felt like it.

What a joke cultivating was. Even his grand teacher, a man who stood at the pinnacle of all that was didn’t have an answer. He was a man who had ended a war of immortals that had raged for millions of years with a single shout, yet even he could do nothing.

He couldn’t help but think of his chaos flames once more. What was it that had scared him so much back then? No… What was it that still scared him to this day?

The answer wasn’t complicated. In fact, it was so simple that it was frightening… It could all be summed up in a single word: inevitability.

No matter what you built, it was destined to crumble. No matter how strong you were, you were destined to die. No matter how tangible reality was before you, it was destined to fall to chaos.

That was the irony of it all. Dyon’s chaos flames didn’t give him some complex dissertation about some lofty, unreachable quintessence no one but he could understand. No. It told an incomparably simple truth that everyone was vaguely aware of, yet seemed to ignore.

And now, it hit in full force once more. It was just that this particular example condensed the events so compactly that it hit much harder than it usually did. The inevitability that was the end of Mia and Bella’s lives played out right before Dyon…

Dyon prided himself on always finding a path to victory. Such a thing was the pinnacle of irony considering how easily his chaos flames broke his resolve. And now, once again, he faced another blocked road. Those very same roadblocks seemed to be closing in.

Months trickled by. Dyon seemed to have disappeared from the martial world’s eye once more. He was like a fleeting legend in the eyes of those who followed his exploits. Appearing like the raging winds and thunderous clouds, only to disappear when he felt like it.

Still, the Demon Generals continued to progress. Their stagnated combat prowess soared. This was the difference between having the help of the tower and not. Now, even the weakest of them were 2^nd stage celestials, while the strongest Vice Commanders were creeping up upon the middle celestial realm.

By now, it was just over six months since Dyon had appeared on these celestial floors. Not only had the protection over his danger zones come to an end, but over 900 of the 999 days the Jafari Clan treasure needed had come and gone.

During this time, the faction wars were raging even more furiously. The date of the ancient battlefield’s arrival was looming, and everyone wanted to be more prepared. Only Dyon and his people who had 17 years of protection didn’t seem to care.

Everyday, ownership of territories and danger zones would flip. Smaller, weak Clans could only swallow their losses and shrink back. Like this, lands were continuously and quickly being monopolized by those who had the largest fist.

Soon, quadrants ranked 11^th and higher, excluding the Sapientia, controlled over 95% of the available territories in all four tiers, leaving only 5% for quadrants ranked 12^th to 50^th. As for quadrants ranked below that, they didn’t have many, if any, celestials talented enough to reach that stage before 1000 years old, so their presence on the celestial floors was too scarce to do anything.

The True Gods Dyon enraged seemed to have their hands full, completely ignoring his slap to their faces. At least, that was what the general population believed. As for those who were truly intelligent, they understood that the True Gods knew there was no point in attacking until Dyon’s danger zone protection ended!

On one particular day while Dyon continuously stared off into the grey clouds, his mind blank, the once peaceful Low Gold City became the center of a stir.

Dyon’s blank eyes slowly regained their focus as his slightly transparent body snapped back into full view. Of course, Dyon had just exited his constitution’s inner world. He found observing the bull-bird family incredibly soothing.

However, his peace and tranquility were bound to come to an end, because numerous armies were approaching him from the north, south, west and east.

To the north, the banner of the Heavenly Sword Guild flew. The image of a holy grail crossed by two twinkling swords struck fear in all who saw it.

To the south, the banner of the Star Force flew. The image of a bright, 12 sided star shimmering with gold and silver was known by all. It was said that the Twelve Pointed Star was the symbol of the Star Clan’s ancestor, each point representing the 12 stages of a cultivation realm. Only when it was complete would a Star disciple unleash their full strength.

To the east, there was a surprising sight. None of these individuals were among the Clans Dyon banned, yet it was obvious why they came. There were three armies, one leg by True God Titus, another by True God Anak, and the last by True God Falkor. They were all True Gods of the lower tier, wouldn’t it be too shameful for them to not have a stake claim on Low Gold City? After all, it was tradition for True Gods to control Low Gold City together, yet Dyon took it all for himself.

To the west, there was no army at all. Instead, there were only three individuals, each with auras so massive that they shone like bright stars within Dyon’s divine sense. These were none other than True God Aurum, Lux and Nativus! historical