Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 2: Dung (2)

Dyon’s mind cleared of all things. Death loomed over him, but he had sunk back into a place of happiness, a place that filled with a feeling that hardly anything else could match.

Dyon remembered clearly the moment his soul was unlocked. He had laughed so grandly and smiled so wildly that he almost couldn’t believe that it was himself.

At that moment, he was actually in the middle of a fight that would decide his life or death, yet he laughed. He simply loved array alchemy that much.

They say you never truly appreciated something until it was gone, and it could be said that Dyon understood that concept completely. After decades with his soul sealed, he almost didn’t realize that an important part of who he was, was missing. And it wasn’t until he heard those heavenly chimes months that he came to understand just what he was feeling.

Currently, his body may have seemed as new as a babies, but the truth was there was a glaring problem with it: it had no energy whatsoever.

Because of his fusion of the silver mirror constitutions, Dyon had been forced to pull all of the energy from within himself out. Although all of that energy was still within the Energy Core, just because he could pull it out quickly, didn’t mean he could refill himself just as quickly.

The Energy Core was capable of dealing with the strain many times over, but could Dyon’s meridians? The truth was Dyon didn’t know. In the past, the answer was definitely no. However, at the moment, he didn’t fully understand the limits of his body. Therefore, he immediately threw out the possibility of taking that risk.

The second possible solution Dyon thought of was using his spatial will. Back in his world, Dyon could already move hundreds of meters with a single thought. In fact, his upward limit touched the barrier of one kilometer.

Technically, that should be more than enough to buy him some time, but he threw this possibility out as well.

During his second trial, celestials were able to fight on the surface of a planet without it taking any real damage. Yet, in Dyon’s era, even high-level saints could destroy a planet.

Why? The solidity of creation was far more robust in ancient times. Whether it be the earth or space itself, everything was stronger in a place with this much primordial energy. For all Dyon knew, he might not even move a single centimeter if he tried to use his spatial will now.

So, Dyon could only turn to the one thing he could always rely on. The thing he loved the most in the world. The soul path.

It was difficult to split his mind here for the same reason it was difficult to stay in a selfless state, but Dyon just managed to split it two ways, straining his already drained mental energy.

A brilliant array appeared in the air as the ghastly bull-bird fell from the skies.

Its stupidity played right into Dyon’s hands. It had jumped far higher than it needed to, causing it to be hundreds of meters in the air. Since it could only rely on gravity now considering how useless its wings were, it was actually approaching at a much slower pace than before despite how great the gravity was.

A weapon’s hell array appeared beside its falling body at a rate that was painstakingly slow by Dyon’s normal abilities. He could hardly form one in a second when before he could form thousands in a fraction of that time.

Even at that moment, Dyon couldn’t help but shake his head. ‘It’s so much more difficult to effect the laws of the universe here. It’s no wonder grand teacher has never been impressed by anything I’ve done… I’m playing on rookie difficulty in his eyes…’

The array blasted a spear into the side of the bull-bird causing it to blink in confusion. Did a fly come by? Those pesky things are always annoying my when I’m doing something important like protecting my treasures…

Dyon’s jaw’s locked tighter when he realized the array had barely had an effect, but he had expected this.

BOOM! BOOM!

The bull-bird didn’t even roar in anger as its mouth opened wide, keen on tasting Dyon’s flesh. This is what this naked mole rat gets for ruining my things. You had better taste good!

However, it was at that moment the bull-bird blinked in confusion. What happened? Wasn’t I just falling over that naked mole rat? Why am I going to miss?

Despite the bull-bird’s lack of intelligence, its coordination and hunt-related calculative abilities were still top tier. It immediately realized that if it continued on this trajectory, it would miss Dyon! But, it was already too late.

BOOM!

What had to be several million jin of weight crashed headfirst into the ground, missing where Dyon lay by barely an inch.

As though by the grace of heavens, Dyon was sent flying up and away. Finally, he could see the world with his own two eyes.

‘This world… Why is it so much like the third trial world?…’ Dyon knew very well that the third trial world was completely barren of trees and vegetation, but the skies of this world and that one were practically identical… He couldn’t shake the feeling.

However, Dyon’s happiness didn’t last very long before he realized that just like him, a steaming pile of beast shit was sent flying as well, and it just so happened to be coming in his direction.

‘For the love of all that’s holy… Why me?’