Reaper of the Martial World

Book 11: Chapter 101: Don’t Mind (1)

Alauna’s gaze glowed, looking toward her father with a near reverential expression.

“Tell me, what do you know about Soul Nature?” Dyon’s own gaze softened as he met his daughter’s.

“A Soul Nature is something Soul Path cultivators can gain when crossing the mortal barrier and creating their Nascent Soul. It seems pretty important… But dad, I’ve never seen you try to gain a Soul Nature for yourself…”

Honestly, Alauna was a bit confused.

Her father had been stuck at the peak of the mortal realms of the soul for a long time now. By right, Dyon should already know what he was missing was a Soul Nature. However, Dyon pretended like he didn’t think of this and continued to try and breakthrough. It didn’t make much sense.

Dyon learned about Soul Natures back when he battled Orcus. In fact, it was due to the fact that Orcus was cultivating a Death Soul Nature that Dyon was able to defeat him with Madeleine’s Life Flames. If not for this, he may very well have died that day.

On top of this, considering Dyon was now asking this question of his daughter, it was clear he hadn’t forgotten. So what exactly was the problem?

“The truth is that I never tried to gain a Soul Nature because nothing spoke to me. I have my innate flames and lightning to choose from. Those would be my best options. But I could never settle out anything. So, I simply decided to not choose anything at all.

“As of now, I’m happy I made such a choice. If I had decided on a Soul Nature… It would be even more difficult to accomplish what I want to do now.”

Alauna’s lovely head tilted to the side, a curious expression furrowing her delicate features.

“Too cute.” Dyon grinned, pinching his daughter’s soft cheeks.

Alauna puffed up her cheeks, using the momentum of them ballooning to push Dyon’s fingers away.

“Cute? I’m a great beauty.” Alauna said proudly.

Dyon blinked. His daughter wasn’t wrong. She hadn’t settled on any man simply because there wasn’t one worthy of her on the mortal plane. Not only were her looks unmatched, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that she was the second most powerful on the plane behind only Dyon.

Whether this remained true if the experts of the Ancient Battlefield were included, Dyon wasn’t sure. But this didn’t matter much to him.

But he still shook his head, his smile blooming toward his daughter’s pouting expression.

“Definitely the most adorable.”

Seeing her father set on teasing her, Alauna tried to veer them back to the main topic.

“What is it that you want to do?”

“I want to find a way to break free of the Heavens. But, if I modified my soul to conform to one of its laws, doing so would be nearly impossible.”

“So you want to forego creating a Soul Nature entirely?”

If others saw Alauna’s nonchalant response to what should have been a bombshell, they would most definitely check to see whether she had a fever or not. Since when could breaking free of the Heavens be spoken of so casually?

Yet, Alauna simply expected her father to accomplish the impossible. There wasn’t much of anything he could say to shock her.

“Hm… It’s a bit more complicated than that.” Dyon said thoughtfully. “I want something beyond a Soul Nature.

“The concept of a Soul Nature is too simple. Why does one’s Soul Nature have to be an element? Why fire, or lightning, or death? I want to build my Soul Nature upon something greater.”

Alauna’s gaze burned. “A Concept?”

“Maybe…” Even Dyon seemed to not know the answer to this question. “… A Concept may be heading in the right direction. I feel like the true answer is something even more enigmatic.”

“Concepts are already so difficult to grasp. They have no rankings and partitions among them, yet everything seems to know their names subconsciously. What could be more enigmatic?”

“Well, if I knew the answer, maybe I’d already rule over everything.” Dyon smiled somewhat cheekily. “But, there’s a start here. This is why I brought you, if possible, I’d like you to follow my footsteps.

“It’s rare to be able to travel to another world… This is a rare opportunity. We can grasp something here that we can’t grasp anywhere else.”

Alauna looked around the rune etched room. Would never know that her father had battled here endlessly for an entire year. There wasn’t the faintest drop of blood, nor were there residual marks.

Dyon walked to its center. Calming his breath, he sat at the very center. In a moment, it felt as though he had completely disappeared, his breath completely in tune with the ways of this world.

Dyon stayed in this state for hours. Alauna silently watched.

Though she wanted to meet her father’s expectations and follow in his footsteps, she truly had no idea where to start. Her cultivation was above her father’s, yet her mind didn’t seem to be as flexible as his. The concepts and theories he managed to connect were often beyond reason. She couldn’t fathom his conclusions sometimes.

This sort of inferiority was something she had been forced to live with for a long time. She knew well that her father purposely didn’t hide this from her specifically to toughen her resolve. Alauna’s life had been very easy, so Dyon had to provide her another sort of battlefield to sharpen herself upon.

On the third day, the winds of the battle room began to shift.