Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 232: Suppression (2)

Dyon laughed lightly when he came to understand. To think that he had almost overestimated this Lord Creator by such a margin. Of course, this didn’t mean he could take this situation lightly, but it at least meant that his confidence in always winning wasn’t baseless this time.

When experts of a Clan or Sect reach the end of their lives, many choose to enter this near-death state. But limiting their pull on their remaining lifeforce to an absolute minimum, they were able to extend their ‘last breaths’, so to speak.

After this happened, all the Lord Creator had to do was use his Lordship over this mystical world to prevent the various beasts from communicating with their ancestors to rise them from their sleep. This feat was far simpler than what Dyon initially assumed was the case and it was for this reason that even while Dyon exterminated the Demon Tigers, none of their Higher Existence ancestors had been awoken.

So, why was it that this mystical world went so long between openings despite the Lord Creator clearly needing them very much? It was because this world had to go through various cycles.

Whenever the Lord Creator finished an opening, he would need to take some time to digest his gains. By the time he finished doing so, the next batch of beasts would be ready to breakthrough to the Half-Step Transcendent realm!

When this occurred, the Lord Creator’s absolute control would collapse. He would force himself into hiding, allowing his machinations to lay dormant until everything settled down. After all, while his cultivation suppression on the beasts worked on dao beasts and below, it was impossible for them to work on Higher Existences. In fact, the so-called second and third phase were actually these suppressions ceasing to work on even dao beasts due to the Lord Creator running out of energy to sustain them!

If the Lord Creator allowed the young geniuses it needed to enter while Higher Existence beasts were running rampant, one could imagine the outcome. So, the Lord Creator had to rely on the cycle of life and lie in wait patiently.

Eventually, sometimes after much longer than other times, all of the new Higher Existences would reach the end of their lives and enter this near-death state. Then, the Lord Creator would sever the connection these beasts had with their descendants, disallowing them from ever rousing.

In truth, this was incredibly cruel. Ancestors entered these near-death states not because they were afraid of dying, but rather because they wanted to accumulate more karma before reincarnation. The best way to garner this karma was by saving their Clansmen from the brink of destruction. Doing this would multiply the good karma they gained in their lifetimes by several times over!

However, the Lord Creator actually cut off this opportunity. As Higher Existences, entering a near-death state for them was practically like entering an eternal slumber. Their lifeforces were too fierce. Unless they awoke and used this remaining lifeforce in a final battle, it would take an unimaginable amount of time for it to dissipate naturally.

Overtime, this Mystical World had actually accumulated hundreds of slumbering Higher Existences, all of whom were doomed to never awaken.

Dyon shook his head. ‘This treasure that can cut off communication from Ancestors sounds incredibly useful. After I deal with this, it’ll save me a lot trouble in the future.’

What Dyon lacked the most now was a foundation. If he started his conquests, it would be terrible if his victories were foiled by the awakening of Ancestors. This sort of treasure was invaluable to him! In fact, he would even go as far as to say he’d likely give up this Sovereign Flame if it meant gaining this treasure. It was that important.

“Good… Good… Good…” The deep rumbling of the ancient voice stretched out over the high skies. “Deal with this, my descendants.”

With that, the voice disappeared.

“You heard your gramps, come deal with me since he can’t.”

Christian III felt his veins pumping with rage. How could a single human being be so insufferable?

Madeleine giggled. “You’re too good at making people angry.”

“I probably already know the answer, but can you retreat?” Dyon said lightly, his playful demeanor disappearing.

“Not a chance in the world.” Madeleine responded with a calm smile.

The mystical world began to quake, numerous celestial flames that had not dared to stand within the 100km radius surged forward.

They began to clump together, one after another. Their auras blazed, skyrocketing even as the surrounding heat did. Soon, they began to take vague humanoid forms, the danger of which far surpassed the peak celestial puppets of before. Even though they didn’t have the strength of a pseudo-dao expert, their danger was no less. Who dared to underestimate the might of so many coalesced celestial flames?

The demon sage tower shrank, entering Dyon’s inner world. Since he had promised to protect them all and bring them out alive, he would.

It was then that something incredulous happened. The flames, which had formed more than a hundred peak celestial humanoids suddenly flew into one another. No, that wasn’t what happened, one flame swallowed them all!

‘You’ve got to be kidding me…’ Dyon suddenly felt a headache coming along. He hadn’t felt this way since he entered the mountain of coarse silver.

There was no doubt in his mind… The worst part was that this time, it would be far more dangerous. If this happened, the confidence he had in his own flames being superior would drop to zero.

A Flame Sprite was being born!