Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 321: Mask (2)

Ri’s heart couldn’t help but seize slightly seeing Dyon’s actions. But, luckily, the barrier of divine sense Dyon had up didn’t allow Jasmine to notice.

It was at that moment that something absolutely stunning happened.

As the mask’s stealth abilities slowly faded away, a form of Dyon Ri had never seen before appeared.

His short, brownish red-gold hair grew outward, becoming replaced by a delicate ocean blue that reached down to the small of his back. His features grew sharper and more angled, his already well outlined jawline seemingly cutting the air it existed in. This same change occurred to his nose as well. Before, Dyon’s nose could have been described as well proportioned with soft, round edges. But now, it too became sharp – the bridge of it becoming a steep mountain slope.

Dyon’s eyes had changed as well. From their new golden-emerald color, they became a beautiful flickering blue. They were akin to two glass globes that held the might of the sky. In the end, his skin paled from its flawless almost rose-bronze color, to a soft, matchless jade.

Still, even with all of this, there was not a single doubt that his most pronounced feature were his new, sharp ears. They were far longer than Ri’s who could only be considered a half elf. Dyon now looked no different than a true blood Royal Elf.

In this sort of state, handsome seemed like far too inadequate a descriptor. Ri, who had yet to see Dyon’s changed form after he passed his celestial tribulation, felt her heart skip a beat. She could tell that this wasn’t Dyon’s actual appearance, but she also faintly understood that Dyon was no less appealing in his true form.

Even the Banshee-like Jasmine couldn’t help but pause in surprise. It should be impossible for one to have such a flawless appearance until they had at least become a dao expert. And even then, it was incredibly rare.

Although improving your cultivation realm did improve your appearance, it was only insofar as your natural ability allowed to begin with. Obviously, not everyone would be as beautiful as Jasmine or Amphorae after they entered the dao realm.

This might seem like a meaningless topic, but it made Jasmine pause in her assessment of Dyon. Could it be that she was wrong in thinking he wasn’t a dao expert? Even with his mask gone, she couldn’t sense his cultivation due to the barrier of divine sense he had put up. This sort of doubt greatly benefited Dyon.

That aside, Ri was surprised as well. But, her thoughts were far different from Jasmine’s. She was used to Dyon stunning her after he made a breakthrough. There was a reason why he had spent so long as a mere essence gatherer, yet never seemed to fall behind his wives in appearance. What she was more shocked about was just how he entered this form.

Ri was absolutely certain that this wasn’t a disguise! It was Dyon’s “true” form… Or, rather… It was one of his true forms?

What Ri didn’t know was that Dyon could only so perfectly replicate the appearance of an Elvin Royal precisely because Ri was his wife. That was right… This appearance was thanks, in large part, to Ri’s Primordial Yin! After breaking into the Celestial Realm, Dyon’s comprehension of many things had skyrocketed. It seemed he could finally comprehend the uses of Primordial Yins.

Much like the other mysteries of the martial world, Primordial Yins were difficult to comprehend and make use of. Often times, a man could go their whole lives without ever understanding them at all, believing them to be cheap trophies they could lord over a woman.

But, in large part due to what Dyon believed were the actions of the Sovereign Flame, Dyon’s understand of the world had reached a new level.

Primordial Yins weren’t just a representation of a woman’s virginity. If that was the case, then a Primordial Yin like Luna’s wouldn’t be able to fight against being taken. Their secret lied in half of their moniker, hidden in the word Primordial.

Some saw the word primordial as the representation of savagery or a time long past. But its core represented a beginning, a root, a quintessence. This was why Primordial Qi was capable of helping the celestial beast re elevate their bloodline!

Primordial Yins carried the secrets of a woman’s Origin. Just like a Primordial Yang carried the Origins of a man. A husband and wife could use their Primordial Yins and Yangs to learn and grow together. But, that was only the tip of the ice berg. They could also use them to comprehend the Origins of their ancestors!

By stimulating Ri’s Primordial Yin, Dyon was able to tap into the Essence of the Elves. This energy, so long as he wished to continue tapping into it, could change his bodily structure right down to the individual cell.

As things stood now, even if a transcendent descended from the immortal plane and used their Immortal Sense to scan Dyon, even they wouldn’t be able to tell he was a regular human! Without fail, they would all believe him to be a Royal Elf.

Why were Clans so guarding of their daughters but much less so with their sons? This was the reason! If an Heiress married the wrong man, it was akin to passing down the very core of their Clan to an inferior being. How could they allow such a thing?

Although many had long since forgotten the root cause for how this culture became so ubiquitous, some of the larger Clans and Sects will always remember. Some of them even had special methods of their own to extract Primordial Yins that survived from the Chaos Era itself!

Of course, the worries of these Clans bordered on paranoia. The level of comprehension needed to accomplish what Dyon had was unfathomable. It simply couldn’t be done without the help of the Heavens. Even Dyon, with all his intelligence, was completely stone walled before he fused with the Sovereign Flame.

But now… An entirely new world had been opened up to him.

“Now…” Dyon spoke lightly, his voice changing to soothe the ears of the two women by his side like a sweet summer’s breeze. “… Shall we speak of cooperation?”