Dyon stared at the family heads as they seemed prepared to fight tooth and nail to stop him.
Truth be told, even Granny Celest was feeling conflicted. Their ancient blood reserves really were a lifeline that even she didn’t know if she’d be willing to give up.
Of course, she knew that Dyon planned on leaving the deer blood alone and taking payment from the other families, but something about it still made her uncomfortable. Still, she was quite aware that this was because of her innate nature as a Celestial Deer. She was simply too giving… It was to the point where these family heads thought they could bully her grandson even in her presence.
Dyon’s head slightly tilted as though he was watching something amusing.
“Under normal circumstances, your thoughts would be correct.” Dyon said slowly, still smiling. “After all, you mighty dao formation experts have true domains. You must believe that if you go all out, you can cancel my ability to manipulate the laws of this space, no?”
The three heads frowned, but said nothing in response to Dyon’s words. It was clear that he was correct, so what was the point in explaining more? They were just surprised that a mere essence gatherer knew so much about the dao formation realm. Something like this was very rare.
What they didn’t know was that earlier in his cultivation days, Dyon sometimes spent days on end studying various cultivation techniques. This was because at one time, he had planned to create his own energy cultivation technique tailored specifically toward himself. In order to do this, he needed not only an understanding of where he was currently, but where he’d be in the future.
Obviously, it was arrogant beyond belief to assume that you’d become a dao formation expert. After all, the numbers were so far out of one’s favor that if a million cultivators began with that goal in mind right now, there was a high probability that not even one would succeed.
It may seem like there were “a lot” of dao formation experts, but that could be attested to Dyon’s bad luck and their long lifespans.
This aside, Dyon ended up giving up on the idea of creating his own cultivation technique because he stumbled upon [Inner World: Sanctuary], a technique his grand teacher swore was the greatest ever created. That said, the knowledge he gained remained.
“I’m sure you’re all aware why this Mystical World is so sturdy in comparison to others, right? Why is it that it could face the attacks of a half-step transcendent so confidently? Why is it that it’s so powerful that I as a mere essence gatherer can suppress you all?”
Dyon’s sly smile made the three family heads grow increasingly uncomfortable. Why was he so confident?
Their demeanor as leaders of the generation was slowly crumbling. Everything this young man did made them feel like he was toying with them.
At that point, they couldn’t help remember the kneeling Elder Nova. Suddenly, a thought entered their minds that made them tremble in terror.
Dyon obviously hadn’t subdued this man within the Mystical World… They had never seen this Elder Nova before. So, how the hell had he done it? How had he subdued a dao formation expert as an essence gatherer? How?!
Dyon continued as though he couldn’t see their shift in attitude. “The reason this Mystical World is so amazing is because it’s built with a treasure of the 33 heavens as its core. With a treasure that even a transcendent would pine after, it’s no wonder that this world is so amazing.
“The Life Stone is able to use its creation characteristics to solidify the laws the Mystical World is built upon, making it almost as powerful as an Independent World and giving the one who controls the Master Symbol the power of a God.
“Still… That’s only one treasure of the 33 heavens, no? I wonder… Just how much more effective would my suppression of you all be if I added another treasure of the same caliber? Hm? What if I add two?” Dyon’s grin grew slyer, to the three heads, he looked no different than a devil. “What about three? I wonder, what would your true domains mean in the face of that?”
The three heads grew tense. Maybe if they were in the right frame of mind, they’d find Dyon’s words ridiculous. Even one treasure of the 33 heavens was impossible to find, even for the greatest clans and sects, how could one boy have three?
However, Granny Celest’s white eyes glowed at Dyon’s words… Because she knew very well that The Seal was an heirloom of their Celestial Deer Clan for countless epochs. Maybe Dyon was exaggerating about having three treasures of such a level, but at the moment, just The Seal in concert with the Master Symbol would be enough to deal with these three hundreds of times over.
… If only Granny Celest knew that Dyon was exaggerating about the number three in the slightest.
Suddenly, Dyon laughed uproariously, keeling over and clutching his stomach.
“Look at you all, how ridiculous. I really must have scared you for you to believe my words so easily this time around.” Dyon wiped the tears from his eyes. It had been a long time since he had just goofed off like this, it was exactly what he needed.
“Of course, I have methods of dealing with you all, but there’s no need to use them. Not only will you step aside and not dare to speak a single word of discontent, you’ll do so with a smile on your faces.”
The three clan heads boiled with rage at Dyon’s words, how dare he humiliate them like this?
However, in the next instant they froze in place as two comedically adorable voices sounded out.