Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 71: Boy (2)

“Come with me.”

Amethyst frowned at Dyon’s words.

“You…”

“Just, stop.” Dyon waved a hand, not wanting to hear it. “If it wasn’t for a few others, I’d leave you here to rot. I don’t have the patience for this. While that old perv still believes he’s infallible, you’re coming with me.”

Dyon grabbed Amethyst’s wrist and sent her into his Inner World.

The retired patriarch probably believed that he didn’t have to personally guard Amethyst due to the seal he had on her. Even if Dyon was willing to save her, Amethyst wouldn’t be willing to leave for fear of her life.

In addition to this, no matter how talented Dyon was, he didn’t believe that Dyon was capable of dealing with an Empyrean level Seal.

Even beyond this, the relationship between Dyon and Amethyst wasn’t exactly good. Would Dyon really risk himself to save her?

Unfortunately for the retired Patriarch, Dyon’s abilities weren’t within his realm of understanding. A better seal might be able to skip over the loophole that was Dyon’s inner world. However, the depth of legacy of the Dark Flame bubble world was clearly too shallow. Either that, or whoever it was the old pervert commissioned wasn’t all that great.

The moment Amethyst entered his Inner World, the seal on her person became useless. Now, Dyon could take his time to get rid of it. After all, he was the God in his own world.

Dyon casually strolled into the Nightwell Mansion then casually strolled out. No one even realized Amethyst was gone.

It could only be said that even if they acknowledged Dyon in some facets, they still ultimately saw him as a mortal that was beneath them. And for that, they would pay a price.

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The world core of the Dark Flame bubble world had an entrance on the Nightwell Clan’s property. It was actually more accurate to say that the world core itself was on the property of whoever it was who won their once-every-ten-million-year contest.

This place was the Ancestral home of the former Well Clan and had now been the property of the Nightwell Clan for several generations.

In reality, this could mostly be attested to the Night bloodline they were born with. They had greater destructive power in comparison to the other two bloodlines. As a result, it was rare for them to lose the final three rounds. And, the times they did were the results of either the Dimwell or Darkwell Clans managing to entice experts from other bubble worlds to their sides.

Dyon crossed the mansion next to undetected. There was actually incredibly strong security around the entrance itself, but it was ultimately a matter of seeing through and exploiting flaws in the protective formation.

Even before the evolution of his eyes, such a feat wouldn’t have been a problem with his Immortal Sense. But now, he didn’t even need to consciously activate it. His gaze saw through the visible and invisible as though he was looking upon it from a god’s vantage point on high. He didn’t even alert a single guard before he crossed over.

He was sure that they would have let him through by virtue of his deal with the Nightwell Clan, but Dyon had a feeling that he shouldn’t let them know he was here. This way, when they realized that Amethyst was gone, they would believe he had run away. But, they’d never expect him to be at the very heart of their Clan. Such a thing might very well buy him time he wouldn’t otherwise have.

He didn’t have illusions of suddenly being able to defeat the retired Patriarch in a few years. However, he was certain that after he reached a certain level of strength, he wouldn’t have to worry about the old pervert either way.

Still, there was something Dyon hadn’t expected, though. The world core… was exceptionally violent.

Fumes of black-red and dark violet whipped around like the peels of burning hydrogen curling from the surface of a sun. The laws were incredibly unstable, forcing even the fundamental runes into a state of absolute chaos. To make matters worse, Dyon’s Immortal Sense, when it was released in this place, caused him to suffer a sheering pain to his soul, something that astonished him to no end.

After a few moments of silence, Dyon suddenly understood.

This was what real world cores looked like. He had gotten exceptionally lucky with the desert bubble world. It was only now he understood just what the reason behind creating that underground space was…

Whoever created the red star of the desert bubble world was actually training. They had formed the red star to perfectly counterbalance the blue star as a way to affirm their own dao and deepen their comprehension.

And, the fact of the matter was that whoever it was had succeeded in grand fashion. They left behind the red star not for some future grand purpose, but rather because they had no use for it any longer… He had been wrong. That person had a great understanding of fundamental runes!

The creation of the volcanic ore and mist glass was just a byproduct this person likely wouldn’t have even cared about!

‘Whoever that person was… Is an absolute genius… Maybe even beyond me…’  

This was the first time in Dyon’s life he had ever had a thought even remotely close to admitting his inferiority. And it was at that moment he also grinned.

‘Your method of training, I like it. I think I’ll take it for myself. And, I’ll surpass you.’