Putting everything aside, Dyon began to meditate on the images of the twins brought back to him. When he saw the sheer vastness of it all, he couldn’t help but be surprised.
For context, asteroids were hundreds of thousands of miles apart, and that was a conservative estimate. Yet, the twins obviously didn’t use any teleportation arrays, but were back within a few hours. Of course, Dyon was shocked.
According to the information the twins brought back, Soul Market was meticulously organized. Of the 22 bases, there were three main divisions decided by both age and value of the soul slaves soul.
4 bases were strictly filled with those younger than the age of 12. They were training facilities, because normally, this age was far too early to sell of a soul.
After this, there was a separation of talent.
6 bases were reserved for those with 1st stage innate souls. 6 bases were reserved for those with 2nd stage innate souls. As for the remaining 6: 2 were reserved for those with 3rd stage innate soul, 2 were factories for disposing bodies and smelting them down into pills, while the last were split into one auction house and another station for those Soul Market employed.
Hearing this, Dyon had no choice but to take deep and steady breaths to calm himself. They really were treating these people like livestock!
“Big brother, they plan to auction off all of them in a week. This is a good opportunity, probably the best opportunity.” Little Yin clamored.
Dyon frowned when he heard this, though. An auction meant more variables. If he tried to do something then, there would be powerhouses from many other universes. No. If he wanted to save them, it had to be before the auction.
If he waited, and a whole bunch of dao formation experts showed up, how the hell would he be able to do anything? He’d be lucky to even live, let alone saving millions of soul slaves.
Suddenly Dyon thought of something. The moment he did, he started laughing so hard the cage he was in reverberated with a fierce light.
“Good! If I don’t make you all bleed, my name isn’t Dyon Sacharro!”
**
About three days later, Dyon awoke to banging on his cage.
“Haha! It took me too long to find free time to come here. If I had come too late, wouldn’t missing out on a core disciple be too hurtful?”
An… Interesting sounding man called out, fiddling with what Dyon thought were keys.
In the next moment, Dyon heard something rattle and fall into his cage.
“Put those on, or else I’ll toss your cage into a furnace and still how long you can last.” The voice snickered.
Dyon laughed. “Do you think I’m a fool? If you were allowed to kill me, I’d be dead. Go ahead and toss me in the furnace. We’ll see how your bosses feel.”
“You!” The feminine-like man’s voice was clearly surprised that Dyon still dared to defy him. But, he knew that Dyon was right.
In the end, he sneered. “You Planet Cathedral elitists all think that you’re in the only strong cultivators in our 98th quadrant? Well, let me burst your bubble! There are 99 other universes in this quadrant, fool!”
“Wow, you speak and lose your temper just like woman. I really didn’t know that there were a hundred universes in a quadrant until you informed me, I truly appreciate the information.” Dyon sneered.
The voice laughed in anger. There was little else he hated more than being taken for a woman. He was a man, through in through, yet there was a prisoner disrespecting him like this.
“Haha, to dare anger me like this after spending almost a week in a cage of silver sponge metal. I can’t tell whether you’re brave or just stupid!”
The door of the cage flung open, revealing a scene completely opposite to what Dyon thought.
Before him hovered a massive man with bronzed skin and a bald head. He was more than a head taller than Dyon, standing more than two meters tall.
As for the surroundings, they were even more troubling. Dyon’s “cage” was actually a box of 1 meter in height, width and length. In addition, it was only one amount thousands as far as the eye could see.
The cages were even stacked, one on top of the other, sometimes as much as a hundred or even a thousand. It was like they were dogs shoved into kennels before being arranged to save the most space possible. It was completely sickening.
Dyon was so angered that he ignored the burly man before him, scanning the area from left to right with a dense coldness in his eyes. Although the twins had projected this image to him already, seeing it in person simply hit differently.
“Get out here, dog!” The burly man spoke, but to Dyon’s surprise, he sounded identical to the feminine man from before.
Dyon’s murderous intent leaked outward.
“Kill intent?” The burly man sneered. “I’ll show you how much of a fool you are!”
The man, who Dyon assumed was the Brother Dima the other voice spoke of before, took out a rod coursing with electricity before whipping it out toward Dyon.
However, before he could sneer in satisfaction, he realized that his weapon hit nothing but air.
BOOM!
Dima cried out in agony as his head slammed into the back of the cage. He lost control of his electric rod, causing it to scorch himself.
By the time he collected himself enough to look up, shivering in pain, he saw that Dyon was standing in the air looking down on him.
“Enjoy.” Dyon sneered, smashing the cage shut.