“I have no idea.” Head Ari said unashamedly.
This response left the two innocent saintesses completely speechless, but there was nothing they could do.
Head Arie smiled thoughtfully. Usually the only way to be absolutely certain of someone’s age was to use an Age Stone similar to the one Soul Rending Peak used for their assessments. However, when one was powerful enough and meeting someone far weaker, they could usually make solid guesses.
What intrigued Head Arie was that even she wasn’t certain of Dyon’s age. The facets of Dyon’s body were far too strange. In the end, she only asked Saintess Rue to see what her thoughts on the matter were and to tease the little girl a bit.
“I guess we’ll have to wait until he comes to find out. As for your question about if he’s wasting his time… If he’s doing what I think he’s doing… As long as he’s given enough time to grow… He’ll be undefeatable.”
The two Saintesses were shocked by the words of their family head, but they couldn’t help but look back at Dyon’s shirtless image once more. Of course, they weren’t embarrassed by the image, the young men of the Tigris and Simia clans didn’t even know the meaning of the word ‘shirt’. Instead, they were intrigued by this young man, eager to see if his future really would be like what Head Arie said.
**
Dyon was oblivious to this conversation. Although he could see and hear everything in the Mystical World, the requirement was his focus.
In these last two weeks, his meridians had finally broken through to the 6th grade. In addition, his master had cleared his mind about something else.
Since ancient constitutions couldn’t be awoken using normal means, that meant that the restriction on three constitution awakening pills was meaningless. Basically, Dyon could awaken three constitutions, then use the higher-level pill necessary to awaken an ancient constitution later on. Since they’d be of drastically different potencies, it should be fine.
Although Dyon wasn’t sure of which other two constitutions he wanted, his first choice was one he was certain about: Eternity’s Balance!
This was the very same God constitution Evelyn had. It was for this constitution that Prince Belmont became engaged with her and it was because of this constitution that he succeeded in doing something even his father failed to do even with a dao formation expert as a master: fuse his red and blue flames into the legendary violet flames that made Amethyst so powerful.
Although King Belmont was able to succeed in doing this for a short time with the help of his pseudo-domain, Prince Belmont could last tens of times longer and that was simply because he had Evelyn’s Primordial Yin. If he had the constitution itself, he could do so almost indefinitely!
The only reason this constitution wasn’t ranked within the top 3 like his wives’ was because it was a support constitution. It had no affinity to itself, it simply helped to balance whatever affinities you might have to the fullest.
Dyon was certain that he wanted this constitution for two main reason.
The first was because of the clear yin and yang characteristics his bloodlines and manifestations took. It had to be remembered that if it wasn’t for Dyon’s master integrating the first 5% of her and Dyon’s martial uncle’s blood essence personally, Dyon would have imploded.
The second was because of his wills. Dyon had always been restricted in his will fusions, often lowering their level on purpose to fuse them. However, this problem would be non-existent with Eternity’s Balance. Now, with some practice, even fusing directly opposite wills wouldn’t be entirely impossible!
Dyon’s blood boiled when he thought of the possibilities. All he had to do now was make a trip to Sapientia Quadrant to buy the pill ingredients. Until then, he would focus on raising his comprehension so he could make full use of the constitution.
Of course, there was another reason Dyon had to go there as well. Before, he and Clara didn’t have enough capital to buy the ingredients for the pill that would heal Ri’s mother. But, now they did.
As for his remaining two constitutions, Dyon wanted to think about it some more.
Due to his slow pace and his focus on training, it took Dyon a full two weeks to reach the entrance to the second tier. But, as expected, moving forward wasn’t so simple.
Before a grand pearly white staircase, a large white tiger lay, sleeping soundly as though it had not a care in the world.
It was just about three meters in length, but even its breath radiated with a powerful, murderous aura.
At that moment, Dyon made his clones disappear. He wanted to fight personally.
‘Just a projection?’ Dyon raised an eyebrow. ‘No, not a projection. But, an elaborate array. To think it would be so life-like.’
Dyon’s fanaticism with array alchemy couldn’t help but shine through. It was clear that this was a master work of the Celestial Deer, it was likely that without the Celestial Deer, this Mystical World wouldn’t even exist.
With a light jump, Dyon glided through the air, seamlessly using his galloping steps.
Loud booms came with the flick of his ankles causing fierce indents in the ground just before he landed a mere meter away from the slumbering white tiger.
Surprisingly, the loud noises didn’t even shake this creature. However, the moment Dyon feet landed on the ground, its piercing, murderous eyes opened, training their killing intent on the human before it.