Reaper of the Martial World

Book 8: Chapter 144: Balance- (4.4)

Dyon didn’t know how to respond. In fact, he didn’t respond at all. He fell into silence for a long time before turning and leaving.

Dyon wasn’t an individual who couldn’t admit he was wrong, and in this case, he was very much so. Of course, there was the chance that Jasmine was lying, but Dyon’s intuition told him that she wasn’t. He simply wasn’t prepared for that level of twist…

Could he harm someone simply for the way they were born?

On the one hand, he felt the answer might be yes. The reason there were so few universes today as opposed to the near infinite number there once was, was because the Dark Phoenix Clan wiped them all out one by one before they were finally stopped by Amethyst. Even to this day, there was a slight taboo still attached to death will precisely because of this…

Were the Dark Phoenixes simply following their affinity for death? Yes… They were. But did that mean others had to simply sit back and accept their actions? Of course not.

However, on the other hand, the Dark Phoenixes weren’t entirely at fault either. It was the Heavens that blessed them with their affinity. It wasn’t their choice to be the arbiters of death…

Would one blame the earth for quaking? Or the ocean for forming waves?

In Dyon’s home world, natural disasters were a major problem, but the disaster itself was never hated or cursed… In fact, in some instances, the people who lived in natural disaster intensive regions were blamed instead when it really wasn’t their faults either.

Was Dyon right to disdain Jasmine’s existence? Could he even follow the old man’s path of Balance if he did? He simply didn’t know. It was a dilemma he couldn’t answer to in a short time…

So, Dyon left. He didn’t give Jasmine a response, but he had very clearly changed his mind about how to treat her. As for the new approach he would take in their relationship? He … also didn’t have an answer to that. He realized that the reason Jasmine kept roaring at him to ‘Do It’ and ‘Cleanse’ her was so that she could show him just how foolish that attempt would have been.

Dyon had no choice but to pour himself into another task instead: Dealing with the problem that was the Mist Clan.  

But, he had to do so silently. He couldn’t allow the Mist Clan to call upon their slumbering ancestors. As long as he succeeded, those ancestors would become moot.

Ancestors could only be awoken a very set number of times and for a very set amount of time. As a result, it would be impossible for the Mist Clan to rely on them to reclaim power in the Water Mist Sect. This didn’t even mention the fact that doing so would be against the rules of the Sect, so they wouldn’t risk such a thing anyway.

‘Though claiming this quadrant will be the easiest…’ Dyon thought to himself ‘… It isn’t easy. The aftermath of this assassination needs to be handled delicately. If the Mist Clan is pushed too far into a corner, they might care about their Sect Faith anymore. I need to be careful.’

Dyon needed to leave the Mist Clan with some hope. As of now, Jasmine’s faction was still weak. In fact, it was pathetic. Even if Dyon killed the grand elder, they would still believe that they held the power. As such, Dyon changed his mindset. Instead of eradicating the whole of the Mist Clan’s upper echelon, he would kill Grand Elder Mist alone. This would leave them without a top tier expert they could rely on.

‘I’ll give you a nice present in exchange for that palm you sent me.’ A deep killing intent taking root in his eyes.

Dyon entered Mist Clan territory like a wisp of smoke.

What one would consider the Water Mist Sect and the Mist Clan was completely separate. Mist Clan territory was located in a separate, adjacent universe the Mist Clan took on as their base of operations.

Much like the Uidah Clan that was once formulated of the Uidah and Alidor’s Guatama Clan, the Water Mist Sect once had two pillar families as well. Unfortunately for the Water Mist Sect, only the Mist Clan remained, leaving the other Clan lost to the ravages of time.

Entering Mist Clan territory was quite easy for Dyon. Though the teleportation formation was guarded, hiding spatial fluctuation of this caliber became as easy as breathing thanks to Little Yin. Little Yang could only brood silently as he watched his little sister take on more and more important roles.

Moving through the void was odd. Though Dyon could go long periods of time, forever even, without breathing, as long as he had qi remaining, he still felt like he was suffocating in the void. It was also incredibly difficult to orient himself, understanding up, down, left and right was completely impossible. If it wasn’t for Little Yin and Yang, Dyon would have lost himself in the endless dark space.

Dyon smiled as he landed on Planet Geiser. He could already see images of himself sneaking into enemy territory with an entire army hidden within his inner world. What a feat that would be.

Unlike the Water Mist Sect where seeing a male was almost impossible, Planet Geiser was far more balanced. It seemed that many of the male powerhouses of their quadrant were stationed here.

Dyon didn’t waste any time. Without friction, moving within the void was also far faster than moving outside of it. It was negligible in space, but on a planet or any land with an atmosphere like this one, it gave Dyon blazing relative speed.

In just a few seconds, he had slipped into the core of Geiser City and entered the Mist Clan’s lands.

Still, the halls of the Mist Clan’s large clan grounds seemed overly quiet. Too quiet.