Reaper of the Martial World

Book 6: Chapter 378: Last Legs (1)

A week later, Dyon sat alone the Belmont Family tomb, looking across the endless grass lands under the shadow of the massive hand in the distance.

The last words of the entity still reverberated in his mind. “It doesn’t matter whether you join my Chaos Path or not. If I lost to someone of an opposing ideology, that could only mean that I was wrong.”

It seemed that even with Dyon protecting that portion of his mind against the entity, it was still very clear on the fact that Dyon wasn’t convinced one way or another. However, it didn’t matter.

Dyon touched his chest, completely lost in thought.

Even without being a True Empath, how could Dyon not understand what the entity was feeling? If the greatest role model in your life failed, would you blame them for their failure? Or would you blame the method that caused them to fail?

With his current knowledge, Dyon didn’t even have the right to refute the entity. Although he understood that his fire half-step dao was profound, even comparing to high level daos, it still wasn’t enough.

After seeing the Origin Source of the entity, Dyon realized how large the gap was between him and his supposed enemy.

While they were scrambling around trying to stop his second senior brother from conquering the universe, they didn’t realize to him that a universe wasn’t even enough to power him for an instant.

The remnants of Dyon’s dao heart trembled like dust flying in the wind when he thought back to his split second few of the Origin Source.

‘Such a beautiful world was built upon the comprehension of chaos… Beauty in chaos…’

A defensive array appeared below Dyon, slowly raising him into the air as a purple-gold creation array whirled to life, forming what soon became a beautifully finished grand piano.

Dyon’s fingers glided across the keys, lost in thought. But, he didn’t press down, as though he was deciding whether or not he should.

He could remember very clearly the last time he played the piano. It was almost two decades since then by now, during the Focus Academy opening ceremony.

The very first will Dyon unlocked was awoken on then…

That day, Dyon was angered, more angered than he had ever been before up until that point.

At the request of his mother, Dyon had entered the martial world. To him, following that last wish of hers meant more to him than anything else… He would have rather died than fail.

Yet, the moment he stepped into the academy, he was met with staunch opposition. Not only was he forced to hitch a dingy little boat to the back of a silver yacht that had more than enough space, no one informed him about the importance of the Opening Ceremony.

Should he have failed on that day, the resources he would be allocated in the academy would have been pitiful. As a direct result of that, he would have failed the coming assessment which would have resulted in him being kicked out.

To Dyon, who knew nothing of the martial world at that time, this was nothing less than cutting off his path to survival.

Even knowing that his actions would only make things worse, Dyon’s arrogance shone through with a ferocity that put the pillar families of the academy on notice. Even if it meant pissing them all off, they needed to know that he was there to stay.

‘Complexity in the simple… Simplicity in the complex…’

That day was the day Dyon learned the power of wills… It wasn’t just about connecting to a greater power provided by the universe, it was also about what was held in your heart. Relying on solely the will of the universe would make you weak and without a path. However, using the will of the universe to carve out the meaning of your own will… That was the true purpose of cultivation.

Without saying it in so many words, this was a concept Dyon seemed to understand innately. It was largely the reason his will comprehension was so fast… He didn’t blindly worship anyone or anything. To him, the most important things in existence were the things he decided deserved that label…

‘Is it still worth it to carve out my path…’ Dyon’s long fingers slid silently across the ivory keys. ‘Is there really a beauty in chaos?… Or is it only a disgusting, cruel end?…’

Dyon’s left hand arched at an elegant and practiced angle even as his eyes sharpened.

In that moment, the air around him stilled, as though the universe itself was holding its breath in excited anticipation.

Although Dyon didn’t realize it at the time, there was something decidedly different about his music will… Something that had fundamentally changed since his second trial.

It was impossible to pick up on before because his music will was tainted by his previous biases. But, after his dao heart shattered, all of his original comprehensions floated away along with it… Leaving behind a trace of the essence of the very first music will…

Dyon wasn’t responsible for the creation of music will. Although he facilitated it, the true Empress of Music Will was Amphorae. However, something had changed within him the moment he tried to block the dragon of golden lightning.

‘This is where my journey began.’ Dyon thought, closing his eyes as his fingers flexed. ‘This is where the answer lies…’

With a thought, Dyon’s fingers pressed down, releasing a forceful and eerie minor chord that caused the hearts of those on Earth to quake.

It was evil… sinister… Chaotic…