Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 364: Celestial Doors (3)

Dyon’s eyes were suddenly blinded by a bright light, but his divine sense allowed him to comprehend that he was entering a new plane of reality so incredibly vast that even his divine sense could hardly comprehend the scope of a single percent of it.

The tower floors had always been incredibly vast. Although the laws of physics didn’t allow excessively large pieces of land to exist in reality, in a fabricated land like the Epistemic Tower, it was very much possible for the earth to stretch millions of miles in every direction.

Dyon didn’t spend much time on the saint floors, but it also had an obscenely large scale. There simply wasn’t any worth to exploring it all. Thanks to Eli’s contributions, the Mortal Alliance could have its own sustained field of grandmaster grade spiritual ingredients in incomprehensibly large numbers. In fact, Dyon’s Life Ring hardly had any space for the Celestial Deer Sect’s ruins due to the endless fields Eli cared for.

Since Eli laid the groundwork, there was nothing of use to Dyon on the saint floors.

Once Dyon’s eyes adjusted to his surroundings, he found himself standing above a city in ruin. It was quite a familiar scene. Though Celestial Deer Corner was now becoming a beautiful hub of its own, it had once looked exactly like this. In fact, it had also been overrun with Serpent Vines as well.

While these particular ruins weren’t filled with Serpent Vines, the level of ruin they experienced was far worse. The Celestial Deer Corner on the saint floors had been ruined due to the flow of time, but these ruins were the product of war. There was no more hand holding on the celestial floors, though the tower’s rules wouldn’t allow the conquering of a certain minimum size of territory, it didn’t stop others from destroying everything within that territory.

Dyon took a deep breath. Despite the scene around him, the air was quite refreshing with several suns hanging high in the sky. It wasn’t long before his Demon Generals were all around him, happily chatting as they waited for Dyon’s direction. Though they were absolutely strict with themselves in the presence of outside company, when alone, they treated Dyon like a younger brother of theirs.

“What do you think, Dyon? They’re probably quaking in their boots already, huh?” Thadius boisterously laughed, wrapping his arms around Dyon’s shoulders.

Dyon grinned. “That was just the beginning. Not to mention this lowest celestial floor, we’ll lay waste to upper three tiers as well.”

Unlike the saint floors, the celestial floors were pieced into four tiers. In addition, travel between these tiers weren’t as restricted either. While descending from the celestial floor to the saint floor could only be done on incredibly rare occasions, as long as one passed the trials for the middle, higher and peak tiers, it was incredibly easy to go from one tier to the next.

This said, after one ascended to the dao floors, it once more became incredibly difficult to descend. In addition, they would be restricted as well.

Simply put, the only way to descend from the celestial floors to the saint floor, or from the dao floors to the celestial floors, one must first earn the privilege by accumulating enough merit. In addition, one cannot have passed the age restriction. And, lastly, you’d have to accept cultivation AND will suppression. Meaning, a dao expert can’t descend then rampantly use their dao wills to dominate.

The process was so incredibly difficult that many just conceded the fact it was impossible to do so. Why even go through so much trouble to descend to a less-than floor anyway?

Not long later, the Demon Generals who had come ahead to scout out the celestial floors for Dyon made their way back. There were only about a hundred of them, and though they seemed a bit tired, they were in decent condition despite their roughed up appearance. Still, it seemed they had been harassed quite a bit.

Dyon frowned when he saw this sight, the Demon Generals behind him becoming significantly quieter. They had all grown up together. Without families of their own, those here were their family. How could they stand the sight of their brothers and sisters suffering in such a way?

“What happened?” Dyon asked with a hardly hidden layer of killing intent.

Thatch rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. Thatch was one of the Demon Generals Madeleine and Ri were quite fond of. Back during the events that ended the World Tournament, he was the one that protected their backs when they were forced to fight the Daiyu and Niveus armies with only 3000 warriors. In fact, he even stood up against the Belmont Ancestor Lionel awakened as a last resort. Though he didn’t end up having to fight that Ancestor, his bravery in even attempting was more than commendable.

[Author’s Note: This was quite a while ago. Thatch is one of the few Demon Generals I’ve named.]

Because of this, there was no question that Dyon was quite attached to Thatch as well. He had never properly repaid him for protecting his wives back then. So, seeing him in such a sorry state, how could Dyon not be pissed off?

Still, Thatch was quite a quiet and stoic individual who usually went about his business silently. So, when he saw Dyon and the rest getting so angry for him, he was a bit embarrassed and didn’t know what to do with the warmth in his heart.

Not a single soul here wasn’t prepared to lay waste to the bastards that dared touch their reverse scales in such a way.