Clara’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Dyon. By all rights, she should feel uncomfortable due to the death aura radiating off of him, but she somehow felt very comfortable.
Dyon’s hair inexplicably grew from its short length before it began flickering in and out of a bland white state… This white was nothing like the blinding holy white of the celestial beasts. Instead, it was almost grey, even giving off a faint black fog.
The transformation seemed incomplete, but it also seemed to be the birth of something new.
When Dyon fought the copycat in his fourth trial, that copycat had made full use of his death will. His hair grew long and white, his caramel skin paled to an ice like consistency, and he even grew almost an entire foot in height.
Dyon didn’t truly understand these changes. Wills were supposed to be external sources of power, no? They were meant to call down on the heavens, using the soul as the mediator, to implement power to your attacks. The stronger your comprehension, the stronger your connection with the heavens, and thus the stronger your will would be.
What did that have to do with changes to the body?…
However, Dyon also remembered something else at that point.
When Ri used her void will, her hair turned from its silver-blue to a jet-black. When Madeleine’s celestial will upgraded to the supreme law level, she was bathed in a pure aura that added a golden sheen to her purple hair. When Alidor used his Ethereal Permeation, his brown hair became a blazing gold.
All of these events had one thing in common: they were all caused by supreme laws.
One with mind… One with heart… This second level intent was Dyon’s current understanding of death will. But… One with body was next… To embody death with his own body, was he truly meant to die?
It couldn’t be, Dyon had experienced death thousands of times by now. Whether it be the first time he learned death with, his fifth trials, or even as his clones died right now, he had experienced it too much.
‘No. Accepting death isn’t my path. Allowing my clones to die and comprehending the feeling isn’t my path. My path is the sovereign path! I lord over death! My clones die, yet like a God I can revive them and form a new one! Death means nothing before me!’
BOOM!
A vulgar, black fog erupted from Dyon’s body. Yet, it didn’t harm Clara in the least. Dyon saw himself as the lord of death, he would never let death take a hold of his wife’s fortune.
‘To comprehend a new level of death will in a place filled with such high levels of life qi…’ Dyon’s master shook her head as the same moment her mother did while watching Dyon above. This young man was truly too impressive.
One had to remember that this Mystical World had the Life Stone at its center. Yet, Dyon was meditating about death without a care in the world.
Ironically, this was exactly what helped Dyon. He could feel such a strong tether to life here that it was easier to envision himself lording over death. It felt like no matter what grasped at the straws of his life, he would be able to subdue it and force it to kneel.
Dyon had no reaction to the white hair that hung from his shoulders although Clara couldn’t help but lose her train of thought looking at him. The dangerous aura Dyon was giving off somehow made him much more handsome than normal.
It was a good thing Dyon was still meditating, because although he loved long hair on his wives, he hated it on himself. He’d probably cut it off immediately, taking Clara out of her fantasy.
Head Arie couldn’t help but be impressed by Dyon’s poise. Was this really the same arrogant young man from before? Or was it because he was so arrogant that he didn’t care about breakthrough even when it involved a supreme law? She couldn’t decide which it was.
BOOM!
Just as the family head was lost in thought, another eruption caught her attention, causing her elegant demeanor to collapse as she choked on her spit.
At this point, even Dyon opened his eyes in shock, looking down at himself to see the clearly vastly improved death intent he wielded.
When his life was about to end, it took him months to crawl from the 1st intent level to the 2nd. He then had more than 14 years to meditate on the 3rd intent level. In fact, previously, he would have already broken through had it not been for the seal if he remembered correctly. So, how the hell did he break through to the 4th stage in seconds?!
No, it wasn’t even seconds, it was a fraction of one. It didn’t make any sense!
Even Dyon’s master was stunned, along with the other spirits. If it wasn’t because they were afraid of the effect death will would have on their spirit bodies, they would have directly come out to check if they were still in reality. Yet, the truth was right before them!
Dyon slipped into his initial selfless state. He felt the need to comprehend what happened immediately.
Unfortunately, because he entered a selfless state, his split mind’s technique fell off drastically in efficiency, causing more than half of his clones to lose much of their intelligence.
However, it once again took less than a second for Dyon to understand. While the 3rd intent level was known as One with Body… The 4th was known as One with Soul!