Despite an elder of the celestial level rushing toward Dyon, brimming with killing intent, Dyon still didn’t fall out of his selfless state. It seemed as though the state itself was created for him, as though it was only natural that he could accomplish a feat others spent their whole lives chasing as easily as breathing his next breath.
However, no matter how calm he was, he had no chance of avoiding the attack of a celestial while capping himself at the essence gatherer level.
‘Flaws…’ Everything seemed to slow down to the extreme for Dyon. Normal lower common level techniques would be rife with flaws, even potentially harmful ones. However, this wasn’t the case for the techniques of the Celestial Deer Sect.
For sects at that level, they understood the importance of foundation. Therefore, they knew that even their best geniuses should begin with low level techniques. In that case, how could they leave the possibility of harming their younger generation?
Therefore, the techniques were carefully selected and were all the very best of their level category and often times were more powerful than normal techniques ranked higher than them.
So, the flaws Dyon was referring to weren’t harmful, but rather, limitations in the creator’s comprehension… A disconnect in conveying a clear image, or the projection of a flawed image.
‘[Whipping Wing, Galloping Steps] is powerful and provides explosive, short term speed, however it’s too predictable and lacks flexibility…’
Dyon’s eyes shone as Elder Bowa rapidly approached him. In that moment, his foot seemed to blur.
A rapid series of galloping steps resounded through the air. The sound barrier shattered, causing rings of violent wind currents to project below Dyon’s feet.
However, the sound no longer felt as though it was coming from one direction.
A confusing cognitive dissonance overwhelmed Elder Bowa. His eyes told him that Dyon was right in front of him, but his senses as a warrior told him that Dyon was behind him… no, to the side of him… no, above him… no, below!
By the time Elder Bowa oriented himself, swinging a palm toward Dyon, he could only watched wide eyed as he realized he had misjudged his strike, causing him to barely miss Dyon’s body.
At that moment, the glow in Dyon’s eyes sharpened as his figure seem to meld into the world. If they had been on a planet, auspicious signs would shine down, filling Dyon with Heaven’s Blessings. However, a mere asteroid didn’t have access to such things.
‘I’ve underestimated him…’ Dyon’s Master lamented. The value of being blessed by heaven shouldn’t be underestimated. In fact, it was something that many wouldn’t experience in their entire lifetimes. However, she had actually caused her precious disciple to miss out on such an opportunity, how could she not feel guilty?
Space was devoid of energy, which was why it was so dangerous even for a celestial. Now that Dyon had broken into the One with Self stage in such a place, he couldn’t take part in the benefits of doing so.
In the history of those who achieved such a level, this was probably the first time it was so anti-climactic.
Even a dao formation expert wouldn’t guarantee that they could raise a common level technique to the One with Self level… Let alone do so in less than 20 minutes… It was too inconceivable!
Dyon’s body swayed in the air, avoiding Elder Bowa’s strikes by a hair every time. It was only now he understood the majesty of the One with Self realm. It was as though the technique was created by him, causing it to exhibit a strength far surpassing its usual cap.
The most shocking part was that to dodge Elder Bowa’s advances, Dyon had only raised his power output to the peak saint stage. Even though Elder Bowa was only a fifth-grade celestial, such a feat was mind boggling!
One couldn’t forget that these techniques weren’t body cultivation techniques. They were meant to be used alongside energy. Yet, Dyon had raised them to such a level even with his energy cultivation sealed. Currently, Dyon was imitating the flow of energy by using his blood. After all, Meridians were just another facet of the circulatory system. However, that didn’t change just how shocking such a feat was.
It could only be imagined how effective they’d be when used in their truest form.
Elder Bowa’s anger grew fiercer. He had been attacking Dyon for half a minute already, yet he, as an esteemed celestial, couldn’t kill a mere essence gatherer? The slap to his face was so resounding that his cheeks visibly reddened.
The most anger inducing part was that he could tell that Dyon was slowly, but surely, decreasing his power output, trying to rely on his comprehension to enhance his speed.
From the beginning, Elder Bowa hadn’t used any techniques. He had already stooped low enough to attack an essence gatherer, how could he stoop any further? However, the anger got to him and he no longer cared about his face.
At that moment, Elder Bowa’s speed erupted as he too circulated his own movement technique. Unlike Dyon’s, it was at the Peak Common Level!
Dyon immediately detected the change in speed. He realized that he could no longer toy around, if he treated a celestial lightly, he would be the one to suffer.
His fist flew forward, following roar of a majestic bear. However, there was no suspense when he met Elder Bowa’s fist.
Dyon was blasted hundreds of meters backward, causing him to lose control of his movement technique and fall from the skies and into a heap of rubble.