Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 3: Dung (3)

Dyon refused to be stuck in such a large pile of beast dung, but the reality of the matter was that this would actually help, not hurt him.

In the next moment, the fact he had split his mind into two paid off as his concealment array finally flickered to life.

In a perfect storm of events, Dyon’s body disappeared just as hundreds of pounds worth of dung covered him. The only saving grace was that his concealment array acted as a barrier, saving him from being soaked in the disgusting browns, greens and yellows, but unfortunately not saving him from the smell.

Although concealment arrays could block his scent from the outside world, that was only a one-way ability. After all, concealment arrays were created so that one could observe while being hidden.

‘Absolutely ridiculous…’

At that moment, the bull-bird’s massive head was stuck in the ground. It tried to wiggle its way out, but it was already top heavy to begin with. With half of its large head stuck in the ground, even to the point where his eyes were blocked, the small wings on its back had no chance of helping him out.

Its legs flailed in the air, struggling to swing her out. Yet, it was only minutes later that it finally succeeded, only to look around and find nothing.

Just as it was about to lament the loss of its masterpiece, it noticed that it had somehow piled a few meters away in a design even more beautiful than it had originally intended.

The bull-bird was instantly ecstatic, completely forgetting its reason for attacking and getting stuck in the first place.

At first it was confused, but then it patted itself on the back. Its brain was far too small in comparison to its body to have any sort of true long term memory, the naked mole rat was just a figment of its imagination as it waddled to a hardly concealed and oddly placed tuft of grass to disappear into an underground cave. historical

Dyon silently followed the movements of the bull-bird. As he expected, these creatures were not only stupid and easy to manipulate, but their senses were even more dull than modern era beasts.

That said, Dyon didn’t underestimate whatever this world was. He had already known that since humans dared to live near here, the beasts had to either be weak, easy to deal with, or a combination of both. Clearly these beasts weren’t weak, so the latter was clearly the truth.

What Dyon didn’t know was that compared to the beasts this world did have to offer… The bull-bird was lower than even some types of grass…

‘This beast is worst than just stupid. It conceals its den as though it doesn’t want anyone to find it, but takes a dump right outside it. One of these days I’m going to roast that beef-bird meat of yours.’ Dyon was clearly still enraged by his current situation and could only calm down much later.

Just as a final check, Dyon swept his divine sense underground. He found it difficult to penetrate very deeply, in comparison to his normal range anyway, but still managed a few hundred meters. What he saw caused his eyes to widen.

‘So many… So many energy stones…’

What Dyon found was absolutely ridiculous.

He was certain that the dwelling of the bull-bird wasn’t natural. Meaning that the bull-bird itself had dug a hole into the ground. Yet, the density of energy stones here could only be matched by saint grade mines back in Dyon’s world. In fact, Dyon almost mistook it for a spiritual vein.

‘It can’t be…’ Dyon’s divine sense left the bull-bird’s dwelling, scanning for miles along the ground, but no matter where he turned, there were endless amounts of energy stones. ‘This is ridiculous…’

Dyon suddenly understood why the energy here was so rich, why the ground was so sturdy and why the space was so impenetrable. This was simply… An embarrassment of riches!

The worst part was that Dyon couldn’t even take advantage. For one, he couldn’t move. And, even if by some miracle he managed to just barely gather enough power to crawl, where was he going to get the power to dig?

Judging by how difficult it was for his divine sense to penetrate the ground, such hardness could only be matched by transcendent level materials. Even in his world Dyon had no chance of breaking transcendent grade material without ridiculous amounts of effort, and even then, he would likely fail. Not until he reached the level of a dao formation expert would breaking transcendent level materials become a possibility.

Dyon shook his head. He felt like he was losing his train of thought too easily in this world. It didn’t matter whether or not he could mine, there was no guarantee that he could even take anything out of this world. No, even worse, he didn’t even know if he could take himself out of this world.

‘It’s difficult to do even the simplest of things here, it seems to have an odd effect on my mind that even The Seal can’t block for me, and there’s danger lurking around every corner… Perfect.’

Dyon calmed himself. ‘Let’s start simple first.’

After taking a deep breath he immediately regretted, Dyon focused his mind on the energy around him. It was only then that he realized he world that had become dull the moment he took the Dragon King off had suddenly become more vivid than it had ever been before.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me…’ Dyon’s breath got caught in his throat when he noticed that the density of energy in the pile of feces stacked on top of him was a hundred times the density of energy in an Epistemic Tower training room.

‘I’m not really going to do this… Am I?…’ Dyon grit his teeth.

The problem with eras filled with primordial energy is that cultivating increased in difficulty. There was a reason why Amphorae, despite being a genius of the most talented human sub-species, took 60+ years to reach the celestial realm.

If Dyon wanted to replenish his energy quickly… He’d have to make use of this beast dung…