Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 302: Sanctuary Seal (1)

Dyon stood frozen. Had he not had a baby in his arms, he knew very well that this wouldn’t be his reaction. It was taking his everything not to destroy the very palace he stood in now. The concentration took so much out of him that his tensed muscles experienced thousands of micro tears under their own power.

Dyon’s Presence involuntarily leaked. The others who were in the throne room suddenly felt that they were facing an insurmountable mountain.

After his Titan Emperor’s Will perfectly synced with his body cultivation, the titan air of his body increased to an entirely new level. Everything from Dyon’s innate lust to his bestial tendencies were many grades higher than they once were. It was even more difficult for him to control his own emotions now than it had ever been.

Still, even with his attempts, a spider web of cracks ravaged Soul Palace, shattering the ground beneath Dyon’s feet. Now that his Presence had perfectly fused with his body, even his words could affect the world around him, let alone his rage.

Dyon closed his eyes. He was well aware that no one here could get close to him in this state, so he needed to calm down. If not for their sake, at least for the sake of the child in his arms.

Minutes later, Dyon finally tempered his mental state to an acceptable level. In reality, he knew that this would happen at some point, but the idea that those bastards took advantage of the momentum of Eli’s child’s birth in order to track him down pissed Dyon off more than he had the words to describe.

“I’m sorry little guy.” Although Dyon had tried to control himself, the one who likely took the brunt of his Presence was a baby not even a year old. He felt ashamed.

However, he was surprised to find the bright-eyed little boy with the same sandy-blond hair his father and aunt had looking up at him from his arms as though nothing had happened. He even patted Dyon’s face with his small, chubby hands as though to console him.

Dyon smiled lightly. “I won’t let you grow up without a dad, I promise.”

Dyon looked up to find that Madeleine had already appeared by Delia’s side. He could only allow her to fulfill her role as big sister.

“What are you planning?” Meiying floated to Dyon’s side, her black hair cascading as her violet eyes twinkled with an intelligent light. But, Dyon could tell that the normally carefree Meiying was just as, if not more angered than he was. While Delia saw Madeleine as a big sister, it was Meiying that was her best friend. They had grown up together at Focus Academy, following Madeleine around. Seeing Delia like this was almost like seeing a reflection of herself going through the same pain.

In Meiying’s arms, Junior shifted, his large silver eyes blinking as his gaze met with Little Aiden’s.

“Eli and I were prepared for this a long time ago.” Dyon’s eyes flashed. “As long as Eli is somewhere on this mortal plane, I’ll know exactly where he is.”

“You placed a tracking array on him?” Meiying’s eyes lit up. But, Dyon’s response was a shaking of his head.

“I can’t underestimate Heaven’s Children so blatantly. If I placed a tracking array in him, the likelihood they have someone capable of detecting and eliminating such things is very high.”

Up to now, how was it that the Heaven’s Children remained safe? How was it that they stole Heaven’s Children right from under the noses of powerful Clans and Sects without ever being found? It was obvious to anyone that thought for even a small while that normal measures wouldn’t work. Only something drastic would.

However, Dyon wouldn’t be able to implement this plan until he fully mastered the Planet Grade and Planet Grade Qi. Until then, all he could do was temper his anger.

“Are you Dyon?”

In that moment, the arrogant voice of a valiant woman caused Dyon to frown. His temper wasn’t the best right now and he had just calmed down, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with an arrogant annoyance. If he was forced to, he might not be able to hold back.

Dyon turned to see a breathtaking beauty with long cascading hair that seemed to change color with her every moment. She was tall, standing at about 6’2 or 3, but despite her valiant aura and appearance, she wore a violet gown that tempered her true aura with that of a refined princess.

“Who is this?” Dyon glanced at Meiying.

Despite seeing Dyon’s peeved expression, Meiying giggled. Now that she knew Dyon had plans to get Eli back, she was in a far better mood.

“She’s the only core disciple of Soul Rending Peak, Damaris.”

Dyon’s brows furrowed even further. As far as he was aware, their entire peak only had one inner disciple, and that was Violet’s father Marco. In truth there were actually a second Dyon wasn’t aware of yet. When the hell did they get a core disciple? And why was she so annoying?

“Hmph. I’m the Princess of the Aegis Clan, True God Damaris. For me to have joined a Sect with such a weak Master is too embarrassing. You might as well give me the Sect Master position.”

In the throne room, there wasn’t just Delia, Madeleine, Meiying and the babies, there were also a few Demon Generals who had rushed back to greet Dyon. They all looked toward Dyon, trying to see how he’d respond.

Dyon’s features darkened. “Piss off.”