Reaper of the Martial World

Book 8: Chapter 220: Conviction (1)

Dyon’s mind’s eye pulsed. In that moment, his nascent soul that had inexplicably disappeared just a year prior made its presence known once more.

In its chest, the very place the sovereign heart once appeared, a new heart began to form.

Its two remaining seals trembled under the might of its creation. Had they not been inanimate, one would think they felt fear.

A pulsing rainbow light flooded Dyon’s mind’s eye, pushing against its sides. What once was a sea of gold, became a beautiful array of vibrant colors.

By now, Dyon’s body had completely entered the Ancient Battlefield.

The perfection realm of the Bronze Silk stage was 1 billion jin. But, the perfection of the Silver Silk stage was 10 billion jin! The moment Dyon reached that mark, his body had gained the ability to perfectly enter without any hindrances.

If one entered this space now, they’d be shocked. The world of crimson had completely disappeared. The blood Dyon had just soaked in became water clearer and purer than anything he had ever seen. What remained of the Pride Clan had been completely expunged from the world.

Filaments of silver silk descended from the skies, rapidly spinning and reforming Dyon’s body.

In those moments, Dyon’s blood became a beautiful sea of mercury. If one looked into his body, it would be no different than looking into the vital blood of a God.

His heart thrummed to life and his eyes shot open, sending outward a beam of rainbow light.

“Huuu.” A breath left Dyon’s lips. He could feel it… Within his mind’s eye, the rainbow light had rapidly shrunk, burrowing into his nascent soul’s body.

Suddenly, Dyon’s eyes widened. “Shit!”

As quickly as he thought it, Dyon’s body entered the void.

An instant later, his nascent soul grew a size, becoming around 17 or 18 years old. But, what was truly damning was…

Snap. BOOM!

A seal shattered. Its catastrophic momentum shook the void, tearing its way out into reality and wreaking havoc.

The eyelashes of the golden nascent soul fluttered opened, suppressing the explosion as it had done in the past. But, whether that would be useful or not remained to be seen…

Dyon frowned as he left the void. Once again, the abrupt explosion didn’t harm him in the slightest, but the things around him were a completely different story.

Dyon sighed a slight breath of relief. At the very least, the black unicorn skeleton was completely unharmed. Though some might say it was irrational, Dyon was certain that even a Higher Existence corpse refined to such a high degree would have not a single chance against the full brunt of his nascent soul exploding outward with power. It was lucky that his nascent soul didn’t seem keen on allowing the latent strength of the seals that bound it to blast outward wantonly.

However, although the unicorn was fine, the same couldn’t be said for the remaining almost 40 of the skeleton army. Still, the sturdiest among them had survived, leaving an addition 8 aside from the unicorn.

Dyon wasn’t too depressed about this. By the time Junior’s soul and death will became powerful enough to command such strong corpses, Dyon believed he would have already located and emptied the remaining 4 hidden corpse army reserves.

Without anymore hesitation, Dyon placed the black unicorn, the surviving 8 corpses, and the fragmented pieces that remained into his inner world.

By now, his inner world had expanded to 40 kilometers after becoming a middle celestial, so there was no issue. As for why he took the fragmented pieces, if he was correct, they could still be useful if used to strength whole corpses. The remaining 8 might potentially break into the Higher Existence Realm as well with their help.

“Hm…?”

Dyon’s eyes blinked as he looked down at the clear water below him.

Due to the explosion, not only had much of the water dissipated, but what remained was greatly agitated as a result. Because of this, Dyon hadn’t been able to see a clear reflection of himself in the water until now, and what he saw made his eyes widen.

Dyon’s skin gave off a faint silver-rose light, it made it feel as though he was something beyond human… He hadn’t grown any taller, thankfully, but the largest change was most definitely his hair. Not only was it longer than it had been, it was now a brown-silver. It didn’t make him look old, but it did give him a more mature air than he had had in the past.

Though his hair was longer, that was only in comparison to the past. A single strand wasn’t more than an inch or two long, and it was now so difficult to cut that Dyon directly gave up trying to shorten it any more. The effort simply wasn’t worth the result.

In the end, his hair had become far fairer than it had been in the past, losing its stiffness and even fluttering slightly in the wind, similar to what happened when he entered his death will state.

Finally, there were his eyes. They were still golden, but now, strings of silver wiggled in from the exterior toward the center of his iris. Coupled with the slight tinge of green, it was yet another feature that made him look less human and more god-like.

Dyon grinned.