Dyon caught Clara before she could fall. It seemed the last of her energy was sapped away when she realized that Dyon was awake. Who knew how far past her limits she had gone.
Unlike Dyon, Clara didn’t have the Energy Core quickly replenishing her. For her to fight against such high level enemies for three months was too much to ask of her. If it wasn’t for the fact her body had broken into the saint realm, she definitely wouldn’t have made it.
Despite her weakness, Clara rolled her eyes at Dyon’s concern despite smiling on the inside. “If you were so worried, you should have woken up earlier.”
Dyon didn’t seem to hear Clara’s words, his divine sense had long since begun scanning her injuries.
In the past, Dyon could easily heal people like Eli with his aurora flames, even to the point of reconnecting Eli’s spine. Luckily, his soul strength was far above Clara’s body cultivation, so as long as he took his time, he was confident in doing the same for his wife.
The truth was that the best method of healing the body wasn’t the soul, but rather runic flames. It was just that the purity of soul energy contained such strong life force that it was also able to heal well. Unfortunately, Dyon’s runic flame control wasn’t good enough to be used on a sainthood body.
For context, Dyon’s soul needs to be ahead of the cultivation of whatever person he wants to heal. However, runic flames can heal those even above their cultivation limit should control be good enough. This was the main difference in addition to other miscellaneous things such as stamina requirements.
The good news was that Dyon’s soul stamina was so overwhelming that he could only remember one other time he ran out of it that hadn’t involved him fighting someone far stronger than himself.
Back then, Dyon’s soul was only at the peak third stage, and after days spent using his celestial will to heal the demon generals turned monster in the Demon Sage’s legacy world, he then spent more days whittling away at his mental energy learning the Demon Emperor’s Will technique, before being sneak attacked by Chenglei who used a pseudo weapon of the 33 heavens that his master had to block for him, all before finally fighting 11 geniuses by himself.
To say that it took a lot for Dyon’s soul to run out of stamina was an understatement.
Clara’s body quickly regained its color as her wounds slowly closed. Dyon’s aurora flames filled her with such comfort that she directly fell asleep in his arms, subconsciously curling up and wiggling around to make herself more comfortable.
It was only after Dyon no longer found any hidden injuries did his frown finally lessen.
Looking around at the fresh corpses, Dyon suddenly felt a hunger overwhelm him. As a cultivator, eating wasn’t strictly necessary. However, eating the flesh of powerful beasts was still highly beneficial. And, should that beast be of high enough cultivation and grade, it could equate to eating the best of spiritual medicines and pills.
Luckily, of the three celestial beasts, Dyon only destroyed their heads, leaving the rest of their bodies intact.
“I can’t even remember the last time I ate… Maybe that’s why my body cultivation has been so slow? How could I forget to eat? Ridiculous!” Dyon mumbled to himself.
Clara giggled in her sleep as though she heard Dyon’s words.
Taking a deep breath, Dyon closed his eyes.
A strong wind will manifested, spinning quickly and forming numerous small scale cyclones.
Beads of sweat fell from Dyon’s forehead as the thousands of corpses were lifted into the air and carried away.
Dyon’s range, in terms of divine sense, had reached slightly more than 80 000 km, four times the range he had previously. By that token, he should also be able to control his wills from that far away as well.
Unfortunately, Dyon hadn’t spent much time mastering this ability. However, his range was still more than enough to carry the corpses dozens of miles away, taking with them the bloody smell that would attract other beasts.
In the end, the only corpses that remained were the three celestial beasts, each missing half their heads, but still being about a hundred meters in length each.
From start to finish, Head Arie and her attendants watched the next scenes with shock. After watching Dyon for so long, they thought they had become immune to it, that they were certain he couldn’t do anything else to surprise them, but they were so very wrong.
Dyon’s first action of using wind will to block the scent of blood from travelling away was easy enough to accept. But, what ensued afterward made their lips twitch.
Without a care in the world and with his wife still in his arms, Dyon created three massive fire pits, using the opportunity to comprehend and improve his control over his fire will.
Then, he created mounds of what it took the three women too long to figure out were spices.
Everything from salt, to various aromatic plants formed large hills as Dyon’s sword wills cleaned the three massive corpses. After all, the various plants, leaves and minerals used for seasoning back on Dyon’s home world couldn’t even be considering low grade common plants and materials in the martial world. Creating them was simply too easy for Dyon.
“He can’t plan to eat all three alone… Can he?…” Saintess Rue mumbled with a dry mouth.
However, reality struck hard.
Massive amounts of blood was drained, organs were cleans out, feathers were plucked and skin was skinned, eventually leaving three perfectly clean corpses waiting to be marinated.
Then, a man completely miniature in comparison to these three behemoth like creatures ingested them all as though he was simply breathing.
Still, maybe this would have all been acceptable had they not heard what Dyon muttered under his breath next.
“I’m still hungry…”