Reaper of the Martial World

Book 6: Chapter 309: Down a Peg (2)

Dyon’s aura continued to climb. With the help of the Soul Rending Peak formation cores, his momentum was no less than a peak celestial a mere step away from breaking into the dao formation realm.

However, he wasn’t complacent.

For one, the gap between a dao formation expert and a peak celestial was so large that it bordered on being unfathomable. There was a reason it took so long to progress along the realm.

Secondly, Dyon had no idea what level Elder Nova had reached. His senses couldn’t comprehend the dao formation stages at all. Unless a vastly stronger and a vastly weaker dao formation expert stood side by side, Dyon wouldn’t have any hope of distinguishing their levels.

Even worse than all of this, Dyon’s soul was under a ridiculous amount of strain. It was constantly being drained by the formation cores before being replenished by the energy core. That level of push and pull would have long since shattered anyone else’s soul!

Dyon understood very well that he couldn’t allow this state to continue. He would at best last half a minute, at worst, less than 10 seconds.

However, Dyon knew that he had to do this. Without the formation cores, he wouldn’t be able to do what he needed to do: and that was to raise his soul to the dao formation levels!

Dyon roared into the skies, pushing his soul to the uppermost limited.

A barrier seemed to shatter at that moment as a second overwhelmingly mighty pressure took hold of Planet Cathedral.

A second dao formation expert!

At that moment, a temple appeared in the skies, exuding an ancient aura even more magnificent than the cracked land beneath Dyon’s feat.

It was a four sized pyramid that was eerily reminiscent of an ancient Mayan temple. Each of its sides held a stair case, intricately designed to meticulous standards. Even without standing upon it, one could tell that climbing to the very top would be no simple task.

By this point, Elder Nova still hadn’t had the time to react. So many things had happened, yet less than a fraction of a second had passed. Even when Dyon summoned the Aurora Steps, his expression was still slowly changing from his casual smile to a serious one.

However, he wouldn’t get the opportunity to react. The moment the stairs appeared, yet another pull occurred on Dyon’s soul, draining him quickly, albeit less quickly that the three formation cores.

The Energy Core was beginning to lose its tug of war. It wasn’t that it couldn’t pull in energy quicker, because it could. This was a treasure that sucked the primordial energy out of an entire universe in a split a second, how could it not meet the demands of a mere essence gatherer pretending to be a peak celestial?

The problem was that Dyon’s soul couldn’t handle a faster speed. He could already tell he was nearing his limits. But, for the sake of his life, his goals, his friends, and his family, he pushed himself even further.

What a joke this could end up being. Dyon had no idea whether Elder Nova was friend or foe, yet he was so weak that he knew he didn’t have the luxury of finding out first.

This experience completely washed away the superiority he felt having awakened his soul. For three days, he had felt like the King of all existence, only for him to come crashing down like this.

Dyon roared once more even as his skin began to pale considerably.

At that instant, Elder Nova who had already been suppressed by almost 20% felt a crushing weight land on his soul.

Shock colored his features as he coughed up mouthful after mouthful of blood. It seemed that Dyon had overestimated Elder Nova. Although his energy cultivation had already crossed into the dao formation realm, his soul was still at the celestial realm.

However, because Dyon had already mistaken his cultivation once, he didn’t take a chance again, instead directly boosting his soul to the dao formation realm with the help of the formation cores.

The weight of a dao formation level soul on a celestial level one was absolutely devastating. Elder Nova couldn’t move even a single finger. He could only watch as Dyon pulled out yet another earth-shattering treasure with a bitter expression on his face.

This was completely unlike when Dyon burned his soul against Elder Daiyu and Loki. At that time, his soul had just broken into sainthood, and was artificially raised to the dao formation stage. The gap was too large, making most of his cultivation hollow.

However, this time, Dyon’s soul was already at the peak celestial realm and took a single step upward. The difference was like heaven and earth!

Back then, Loki and Elder Daiyu had only been unable to move. But, this time, Elder Nova directly took damage to his soul, coughing up mouthfuls of blood!

‘It seems I shouldn’t have underestimated the Legatee of the Celestial Deer Sect…’ Was all Elder Nova had a chance to think as a brilliant array appeared before him.

It was intricately designed, laced with layers and gears as though it was a piece of godly machinery. It exuded an overbearing might, as though it could seal anything under the heavens!

That’s exactly what it was, The Seal!

Dyon looked at Elder Nova’s kneeling form. “SEAL!”

The Seal vibrated, trembling to life. Its gears turned and drained Dyon almost completely as it projected a divine light onto Elder Nova’s forehead.

The last thing Dyon did before he completely ran out of energy and passed out was summon his Florence family manifestation, summoning a 70% clone to catch his body before he fell from the skies.