Dyon paused. A statue from the core valley? Taking the initiative to come to speak to him?
The most shocking part was that the distance between statues was not small, this guy was definitely using a lot of effort to come here. There was even a chance his soul could dissipate before he succeeded. If Dyon said no to him, wouldn’t he have died for nothing?
However, it seemed that after watching Dyon’s battle, the spirit was thoroughly impressed.
Although the young geniuses might be fooled, with his years of experience in life, plus the help of the tower, he could see through Dyon entirely.
In truth, Dyon had no business winning that fight. In fact, if it had been anyone else, there was almost a 100% certainty that they would have died a horrible death.
Dyon had won not because of his power, but because of his intelligence. His ability to use every minor point on the battlefield to his advantage was something that impressed even the Archer spirit.
From the way Dyon pretended to focus on Diana before taking out the Kings, to the way he used his concealment arrays to hide his ability to teleport, to the way he used the power of his opponents against themselves. It was masterful, beautiful, it had even brought the spirit to tears.
He was so moved by Dyon’s control of the battlefield that he had risked it all to fly here without the support of his statue.
“Wait…” Dyon suddenly realized something. “Heart breaker?”
The spirit bitterly smiled. “The 25th White Mother was the fantasy woman for too many of us men, but her clan insisted on marrying her off to another beast for the sake of their bloodline. I lost the race before I could even try!”
Dyon suddenly laughed. All of the tension he had built of in the last hour or so seemed to dissipate.
From within Dyon’s Mind’s Eye, his master pouted adorably, not liking this portrayal of her one bit.
Although Dyon could just tell the Archer about his Soul Tome, he didn’t do so immediately. Something was telling him that he could get more if he was patient.
“Okay, then how do you plan on making me the God of Archers?”
“I know that you’re skeptical, kid. But trust me, choosing me will be the best decision you’ve ever made in your life.”
Of course the Archer understood a few things. Because of the restrictions placed on them by their clans, they weren’t allowed to give out their core teachings, even to promising geniuses. This meant that the valley was essentially an exchange of geniuses handing off their fateful encounters, and they were often… lack luster.
For example, the best technique Dyon had gotten thus far was a single Divine level technique. However, the only reason he got it was because that spirit’s clan had long since been destroyed.
Aside from that, the vast majority were Earth level techniques, with about half a dozen Heaven level techniques.
These techniques shouldn’t be underestimated, of course. However, when the expectations for the Valley of Geniuses was compared to the result, it was no wonder those from the highest ranked quadrants didn’t come.
“You must be wondering, right?” The Archer continued. “Why someone as talented as the 25th White Mother would be on the saint floors? Why a suave gentleman such as myself would be here? I even heard there was a Princess of the Holy Arc here too.”
Dyon blinked with interest. He had been wondering this.
“The tower is all about opportunity. Quadrants ranked below 30 would treat even lower Heaven level techniques as unattainable treasures. Quadrants between 10th and 31st will likely never sniff a Divine level technique in their lives. Quadrants ranked 4th to 9th reserve Heaven level techniques for only their most core members, while they’d be lucky to have lower Divine level techniques for core teachings. The luckiest few might have a mid-Divine level technique to chew on.
“As for the top three, only they would have multiple mid Divine level techniques, it’s why they reign absolutely supreme.”
Dyon listened intently. He had never had things broken down for him like this. It was only now he realized just how spoiled he was being.
Diana’s Amazonian Goddess archery techniques? High Earth. Cullen Half moon saber techniques? Lower Heaven. Amory’s fist techniques? Peak Earth. Chanzui Palm techniques? Peak Earth.
Even as genius as they were, only Cullen had been allowed to learn a Heaven level technique from his clan and that was only because it was part of a subset of techniques that was incorporated with his cultivation technique. This was the reality of things.
It was just that Dyon alone had access to at least half a dozen Divine level techniques, and that was just from the Celestial Deer Sect. Whether it be Devour, or his Celestial Wind Steps, or Soul Rend, or the cultivation technique he had given to Madeleine back in his Focus Academy days. This didn’t even mention the countless Heaven level techniques he had. There were at least a few hundred of them.
For Dyon, he was looking to hit home runs with the Valley of Geniuses, while for others, they were looking to fill in the gaps their sects and clans couldn’t.
“That’s why we’re here. If the worse off geniuses gain these techniques later, it would be impossible to compete on the Celestial Floors. Those floors are where the real contention for rankings begins. When geniuses reach the Celestial realm, progression is no longer as easy. If you don’t fight for fateful chances, you’re doomed to die mediocre…
“This Valley of Geniuses here is the last chance for many to fight to change their fate. So, here we are.”