A wave of shock, helplessness and even anger overwhelmed the crowd.
When they heard that Dyon could gain control over them like he did Elder Nova, they were shaken. If a mighty dao formation expert was forced to bend a knee in front of Dyon, what the hell did they count for?
It was only after Dyon said he wouldn’t that they breathed a sigh of relief, but before they could fully relax, they were hit with another sledgehammer. How the hell were they meant to deal with this?
To them, their sects were their whole futures. It was their bet to gain a longer life as well as a prosperous future. If they were kicked out, they’d lose cultivation resources they couldn’t find anywhere else.
Go into the tower and fight for them? What a joke, they were so pitifully weak that they could barely beat out the 99th and 100th ranked quadrants. And, for all they knew, those quadrants were dragons lying in wait just like the Celestial Deer Quadrant!
They were the weakest of the weak wherever they went. Their only chance at gaining a footing in life was here, yet it was being ripped away from them. How could they not feel angered and frustrated?
Violet, who was in the crowd, also felt helpless.
The arrival of Clara was like a final nail in her ego. In fact, when she saw how Clara treated those who wronged Dyon, she felt a wave of fear overwhelm her. Now, she couldn’t help but feel just as helpless as the rest of the crowd.
Dyon didn’t seem perturbed by their reactions though. With a wave of his hand, the Master Symbol appeared.
It was a small, silver metal piece. But, simply touching it made one feel as though their soul was trembling on the verge of collapse.
The truth was that Violet’s father wasn’t even qualified to touch the symbol. For years it had remained unmoved, tucked within the center of Soul Rending Peak. Even Dyon almost died when he first reached for it.
Although he was far weaker than any true master before, his soul talent was too overwhelming for the symbol to ignore.
The moment the symbol appeared, those disciples and elders of Soul Rending Peak felt their souls tremble as something inexplicable was taken away from them. They couldn’t explain it exactly… But they couldn’t help but feel empty on the inside.
It was clear to them all that they had just been expelled from the sect. Even Donari wasn’t an exception.
Members of the five sub peaks were removed just as easily from their positions. It was clear that the master of Soul Rending Peak lorded over them all.
“Kernick Caedes.” Dyon suddenly said. “Come forward.”
A tall young man with soft features stepped forward. His hair was the very same magenta hair that was the staple of the Caedes family, but it didn’t seem to give him the same murderous intent.
This young man was none other than only Duke of the quadrant and former key wielder and Legatee of Soul Rending Peak.
It was a shame. Although he was well liked, he had his key stripped of him by Lilith. Then, just now, he had his Legatee responsibilities stripped by Dyon. It felt like everything he had worked toward his entire life was taken from him to be worn by someone else. No matter how much of a good soul he was, how could he not feel anger?
Seeing the young man, Dyon looked him in the eye. “How do you feel about my arrangements? My giving your younger cousin your key? My stripping you of Legatee responsibilities?”
The former Legatee stared at Dyon for a long time. Those around him couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Although Soul Rending Peak was incredibly corrupt, one of the few bright spots was this young man here.
Many could remember how hard he fought to push himself to enter the celestial floors. Hundreds of years of strife just for that single goal…
Many wondered why he tried so hard. After all, in the past few thousand years, the only one to succeed was their Master at the time. There was no shame in failing.
Yet, Kernick insisted that he wanted to pave a brighter path for their future. It was his responsibility as their Legatee, how could he not go all out?
Still, despite his heart and determination, he failed. Although he had managed to step into the 9th saint stage and had the potential to become a 4th grade celestial because of it, it was far from enough for the tower…
In the end, he could only come back in failure and train hard to succeed the master. However, now that Dyon was here, even that was taken from him. The martial world was too cruel.
Finally, Kernick sighed. “I’m unresigned.”
Dyon’s eyes twinkled with an odd light. “Unresigned?”
“I’m too weak to defeat you. I was too weak to defeat Lilith. As of right now, I don’t deserve to succeed the former Master. Nor am I deserving of being our key wielder. My little cousin is in fact more talented than me… But, my story isn’t finished yet. So, I’m unresigned.”
Dyon smiled. Although Kernick wasn’t arrogant, he still had the pride of a Legatee. Dyon could appreciate that.
“Good! You qualify to be an outer disciple of Soul Rending Peak.”