Dyon still had a lot to worry about. Even if he became the Master of Soul Rending Peak, there were still a full other 99 universes in this quadrant that were completely lawless. Although The Cathedral often kidnapped babies from those universes, they would only target those from the weakest and poorest backgrounds. In reality, Dyon had no idea what strength level those other quadrants reached.
Soul Market was created 5 to 600 years ago. However, it had been far longer since the quadrant itself fell out of the ranks of the top 20.
It had to be remembered that after its destruction, the Sect Master of the Celestial Deer Sect used a special technique to transfer all of their Legacy Worlds to Soul Rend Quadrant. That meant there could be many individuals like Virvor running around, maximizing their legacies.
Not everyone was as pure hearted as Virvor. Therefore, not everyone would follow the vow they made. In fact, Dyon was certain that a good portion of them would directly ignore this promise and build their own forces.
It may seem stupid for the Celestial Deer Sect to not bind these individuals with contracts, however, think about it. Would you want to build your sect or clan off the back of individuals who were forced into joining against their will?
This wasn’t all either, the elders of the Celestial Deer Sect, physically speaking, couldn’t prepare contracts. Remember, Elder Daiyu had his grandson, Chenglei, sign a soul contract with Jade instead of him because his soul was severely injured.
If a person who was alive and injured couldn’t withstand a soul contract, then how could a mere spirit withstand it?
And, considering they didn’t have live bodies, they obviously couldn’t use blood or blood essence contracts.
In the end, those elders had no choice but to accept empty promises, hoping that their successor would be able to force those individuals to kneel in the future.
Maybe the only reason The Cathedral and Soul Rending Peak were still in power was because, just like Dyon’s home universe, they had forgotten about the existence of the Epistemic Tower over time. If that was the case, it was no wonder they didn’t attack to conquer this universe.
That aside, these were only Dyon’s conjectures. He had no idea what state the rest of the quadrant was in, but he knew it wouldn’t be easy to unify an entire quadrant. Still, he had no choice.
The saddest part was that comparatively speaking, it was his easiest task. After all, he was still much too far away from seeking revenge against the Pakal and Ragnor Emperor God Clans.
This was all to say that Dyon had too many troubles in this Soul Rend Quadrant to entertain having an enemy as an ally. He wanted to give the key wielding responsibilities to someone he trusted, and that definitely wasn’t Lilith.
Lilith grit her teeth. The moment Dyon made his identity clear, she had expected this.
Her father had warned her of the possibility of the Celestial Deer Sect preparing a successor, but who knew that that successor would be so powerful?
She suddenly felt lucky that they had prepared Presence protecting treasures after Asyna was so easily defeated. Had they not, none of them would stand a chance against him.
Looking at the hostile gazes of the celestials around them, Lilith could only bitterly smile. Just a few moments ago, they wanted to kill Dyon, but now each of them was searching for an opportunity to curry a favor with him.
However, just how important was this key to her?
In truth, it wasn’t absolutely necessary. To enter the auction, you only had to be a king. But, the key was a matter of pride for her. She was a genius among geniuses, how could she accept a title any lower than True God? She wanted to become the 12th among them!
That said, Lilith wasn’t stupid. Even with Sokzac, it was impossible for them to defeat so many celestials.
It was at this point that Sokzac finally couldn’t withhold his temper anymore.
“To want to take the things of my fiancée before me…. ARE YOU TIRED OF LIVING?!”
Dyon’s eyes trained on Sokzac. “I don’t care who she is, anyone who stands in my way dies!”
“What a good “True God” you are. You want to rely on your title to pressure others into doing what you want? Did you forget that you have yet to earn the Master Symbol of this sect?! If you want it, you have to come through me!”
“How funny. I can’t use a title that I earned with my own two hands to pressure others? If I can’t use something that’s mine, what am I supposed to use? I guess all that black lightning fried your brain cells.”
Sokzac’s anger rose higher.
Dyon turned toward Lilith again, his brow slightly frowning. “You’re still hurt.”
Although Lilith tried to hide it, the initial shock didn’t escape Dyon’s Perception.
Dyon nodded. “It seems you do have a conscience. I was wondering why you were letting you background character run around to rampantly, it turns out that this is the reason.”
Seeing Lilith’s shocked expression, Dyon chuckled. “There’s no need to be surprise. My body could actually be considered one of my weaker points, my true strength is my soul.”
Although Dyon’s words were simple, they sent a cold shiver down everyone’s spine. That was right, how could the successor of the Celestial Deer Sect be a body cultivator? At that moment, they understood why Dyon hadn’t used anything but his body from start to end… He was actually handicapping himself!
Of course, this was a half truth by Dyon. He only said this because he wanted to erase the last lingering doubts they might have. The person who told Dyon that Lilith was still injured was his Master.
That aside, Dyon’s meaning was clear. He thought before that Lilith used some tragic soul slave’s soul to heal herself quickly. But, it turned out that she was just suppressing her injuries.
“You should thank her.” Dyon’s gaze turned back to Sokzac. “She’s the reason you have a chance of leaving alive today.”
“Enough bullshit!” Sokzac raged, pulling out a large saber weighing hundreds of thousands of jin.
It was almost six feet long and more than a foot width. However, its thickness was so thin that it moved like a piece of aluminium.
Its body was a complete jet black, not reflecting even the slightest bit of light of lightning crackled over its body.