Seeing Elder Bowa blasted away, Dyon didn’t feel any hint of satisfaction. He learned three techniques previously, two to the completion stage and one to the One with Self realm, within 12 minutes previously. But, it took him 20 minutes to learn a single halberd technique to the completion stage?
Even worse, he never put Elder Bowa in his eyes to begin with. If it hadn’t been for his master’s wishes, Dyon could have directly used his Presence to slaughter all of them like chickens.
It had to be remembered the Presence was known as a Martial Art. In the martial world, a martial art was defined as a technique relying solely on the body and the self without the use of external energies.
This meant that since Dyon’s body was at the celestial realm, all of his Martial Arts effected celestials without any drop off. Of course, this was limited to lower celestials since Dyon was a lower celestial in terms of body cultivation, but this was the truth nonetheless.
Aside from Violet’s father and Sokzac, the celestials of the Soul Rend Quadrant could barely be considered first stage celestials, which means they would be paralyzed by Dyon’s Presence just as easily as a saint would.
Of course, if anyone knew how much Dyon disdained to spend 20 minutes to master a weapon’s technique to completion, they might wish a heavenly tribulation upon him for being too arrogant.
Seeing the disdain on Dyon’s features, Elder Bowa coughed up blood once again, but this time, in anger.
‘Big Brother, sixteen groups have been teleported. Only four more,’ Little Yin said excitedly. Since she and Little Yang were manning the tower outside of the protective formation, they could only watch Dyon from afar. But, what they saw made them very happy.
‘Oh, I almost forgot.’ Little Yin added, scrambling to explain adorably. ‘The tower spirit wanted me to say some bad words to you, but I won’t! The important part is that he said ‘Did you forget that you’re omnipotent within the tower?’’
Hearing Little Yin’s words sound in his mind, Dyon felt like an explosion went off as a sudden realization came over him.
When he was first explained the rules of the tower, the spirit had glossed over this point, explaining it away as teleporting at free will within the tower and levitating things, and other simple and quite useless stuff. However, the fact he brought it up now meant that there had definitely been a change.
‘If this ability was so useful, why the hell didn’t you tell me until now?’ Dyon couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
Seeing this and thinking it was aimed toward him, Elder Bowa went into another fit of rage, struggling to stand up. “Give me the formation core!” He roared.
Almost as though the spirit could hear Dyon blaming him, its voice sounded in his mind. ‘You only have yourself to blame. Levels of omnipotence increases the more floors you conquer. You should thank that golden-haired woman, Mr. Jaws.
‘If you reach high enough floors, manipulating the flow of time isn’t impossible either. I doubt you’re useful enough to do that though.
‘Anyway, since the golden-haired woman said you could use her qualifications on the second floor, eliminating what ails these soul slaves will be as easy as entering the tower and thinking it. The suicide arrays in them are too weak to pose any real problem. I don’t know what fool drew them.’
By the end of its spiel, the spirit just ended up muttering to itself. However, Dyon definitely detected a hint of sadness with the spirit mentioned soul slaves. It was enough for him to raise an eyebrow… Could the spirit really be following its own rules? Or was it breaking them now out of self-interest? If this really was due to Evangeline, why hadn’t he explained this when Dyon asked what new abilities he had access to? Why wait until now?
Dyon didn’t get too long to think about this because while he was ignoring Elder Bowa, the old man had flown off the handle.
The attendants who had lacked the ability to approach the battle between the two rushed forward, quickly handing the elder the prepared formation core. By the time Dyon snapped out of his distraction and refocused himself to the battlefield, Elder Bowa had already begun activating the formation.
Dyon turned serious. If this formation was yet another from the ancient past of this quadrant, it could become a massive problem to him.
BOOM!
The asteroid violently shook as Elder Bowa grasped the formation core.
Dyon looked up immediately, his eyes widening. ‘The signal suppressing array is in danger!’
Thoughts raged through Dyon’s mind. Could this formation interfere with his master’s array? No, that was impossible. If such an array was laced in with the original protection array, it was impossible for his master to not have noticed it. What the hell is going on?
Before Dyon could react, the protective array around the asteroid completely shattered.
At that moment, voices started streaming in, one by one to an odd badge on Elder Bowa’s lapel.
“Teleportation completed, Elder Bowa…” A string of confirmations flooded inward, shocking Elder Bowa into confusion. He couldn’t even be bothered to notice that the few essence gatherers that remained started exploding one by one while the saints struggled to protect themselves from the piercing cold, causing the stench of blood to flood the asteroid.
Then, two voices that Dyon recognized began to sound out as well.
“All is well, please continue with the next batch…”
When Elder Bowa heard this, his face turned numerous unnatural shades of color, because that was when he realized that he had somehow been tricked!
Those two voices were none other than Mia and Bella!