It wouldn’t be another three days before Dyon awoke on his on.
There was only one other time in his life that he had faced that level of humiliation. More that 16 years ago, during his days in Focus Academy. At that time, it was because he was both too weak and far too overconfident. As his father had said during his True Empath trial, had he activated his battle armor completely first, a mere Darius Storm wouldn’t have been able to push him to that extent.
But, this time, he didn’t suffer humiliation because he was too weak. No, this time Dyon allowed himself to be humiliated for the sake of the millions of lives stored away in Soul Market waiting to be sold off like livestock.
Dyon was absolutely certain that a place like Soul Market had numerous fail safes. It had to be noted that their backers were the Devil Cultivators. In addition, any clan involved would become the scorn of the martial world should they be found out. Dyon wouldn’t even be aware of the Soul Market’s existence if he hadn’t had the Dragon King by his side.
For a place so well protected, there was no doubt that there were not only many signed contracts binding those who knew about it, but also a quick destruction plan in case those fail safes failed.
Meaning, if Dyon simply started to interrogate or expose the truth, the entirety of Soul Market could have been destroyed simply to bury the secrets it held along with millions, if not billions, of lives.
The only safe way for Dyon to enter Soul Market was to go personally. However, if he showed that he was too powerful to handle, everything might be for naught. So, he decided very early on to not resist.
In fact, because he knew he had an inability to control his temper, he purposely allowed himself to fall unconscious. If it wasn’t for this, his Demon Sage blood would have violently spurred him on, causing him to forget his purpose and start a massacre.
However, when Dyon awoke to find himself him a cold, dark and cramped cell, the first thing he did was watch the events that occurred with a gaze filled with such killing intent that it seemed to solidify in the air.
Of course, Dyon stored his treasures in his inner world before he stabbed his broad sword into the ground. It was impossible for anyone to access it other than him. Even if he died, the world would collapse and destroy everything within. So, he still had the Tower, or else this would all be for naught. Dyon’s inner world wasn’t large enough to house millions of people yet.
“I’ll teach you what true pain is.” Dyon suddenly spoke as he watched Violet stab him repeatedly.
Everyone knew that there were some things almost impossible to heal on the human body. One were the eyes, but the other fell under the umbrella of reproductive organs. Whether it be a female’s uterus, or a male’s penis and testicles, they both required heaven defying medicines to heal.
The good news was the Violet had no idea that Dyon had eaten a Planet level plant used to specifically stimulate primordial yang just a few days prior. Not only had he eaten it, he had even evoked its highest level of use when he caused nine clouds to appear.
The amount of pure yang energy within Dyon’s body wasn’t something even a dao formation expert who specialized in yang energy could match. Three days was more than enough to heal him completely.
As Dyon knew, the Nine Cloud Yang plant was only a poison when used incorrectly. When used properly, it was a heaven defying cultivation resource. Although Dyon didn’t know what happened when he was asleep, what he did know was the fact that he was still alive meant that Evangeline had used some means to appropriately assimilate the plant with his body, meaning he benefitted from all of its properties.
As for the idea of Evangeline using her own body to do so, Dyon dismissed the idea completely. An array alchemy expert of her caliber had many methods to deal with the Nine Cloud Yang that didn’t involve connecting them as man and woman.
Plus, had she dual cultivated with him, there should have been a marked increase in his power. But, as far as he could tell, there was no difference in his strength.
Just for context, when Dyon dual cultivated with Amphorae, she was a peak saint, while his body was still in at the mid saint levels, it had been enough to propel his body into the celestial levels. That was such a large increase for a difference of cultivation that only amount to half a realm.
Yet, Evangeline was a dao formation expert. That was an entire realm above his body cultivation, and three whole realms above his energy cultivation. Even his soul, his strongest attribute, was an entire realm below her. Such a large gap should have helped Dyon soar to the heavens in a single step, yet, here he was, still at the same level. At the very least, he should have exploded and died from the overwhelming increase in his power.
Dyon stopped thinking about it. He wasn’t in the mood to fantasize about beauties. He was in the mood to kill and not stop until he was bathed in blood.