Novel Full Book 9: Chapter 24: Fused (3)
Book 9: Chapter 24: Fused (3)
Seeing Clara’s injuries rapidly healing, only then did the weight on Dyon’s heart finally lessen slightly. He had never raised a hand against his wives, so something like this was too much of a jarring experience for him. Seeing his wives hurt was one matter, but them being hurt because of him was on a completely different level.
Dyon steadied his breathing.
“What happened to me?” Dyon could only ask Luna. She was the most familiar with energy, only she would be capable of understanding.
Clara awoke groggily. Her hand shot to the back of her skull as an intensive fear overtook her.
She had never been so close to death before. As a celestial, she had clearly felt the back of her head completely collapse. Shards of broken bone had torn her brain matter apart, and even her spine had been shattered in multiple places. She had even felt her life slipping away…
Back then, she had forgotten to fight, almost willingly walking toward whatever path samsara had for her.
This was something many experienced when they neared death. Even if their souls could survive without their bodies, the natural tendency would be toward giving way the moment your body gave way.
Clara, who had a celestial soul, and was very close to becoming a Moon Lord, obviously could survive even if her body died, but the tug toward the other side had been too strong.
Clara snapped awake from her own fierce, standing up only to realize she had been in Amphorae’s arms.
“Dyon! Are you okay?” Clara’s head shot toward Dyon, but she was suddenly held back by Amphorae.
“What’s wrong?” She looked around in confusion. It was only then she remembered what happened.
Dyon’s body had just be reconstructed, he tried to test out his new form and simply flexed his forearms. In the next instant, what sounded like a tidal wave rushed Clara’s ears, but she only registered the sounds after she was sent flying backward.
The impact was so severe that had it not been for the fact Clara had a spirit body, sharing some characteristics with the sprites, she would have died instantly.
Dyon smiled bitterly. “It’s best you don’t come near me for now.”
Clara nodded slowly. She could see the guilt ridden in Dyon’s eyes, but she knew there was nothing simple she could say to fix. Instead…
Clara walked forward, ignoring Dyon’s words and lightly slapping his defined jawline with her soft hands.
“You’re going to be an Emperor soon, get a hold of yourself. I didn’t choose a pansy for a husband, did I?”
Dyon smile slanted, maybe only Clara would choose this approach.
“The strength you exuded in that moment was beyond the dao realm boundary. I rushed here even before that because I sensed it…” Amphorae said gently. “… Wait a moment, I will go and get father.”
Dyon’s gaze followed Amphorae out, still unwilling to move. But, at the very least, he had retracted some of the guilt in his eyes. Clara was right, this was the worst time for him to be acting like this.
It wasn’t long before Amphorae had dragged her unhappy father over.
Dyon acknowledged the Demon Sage’s expertise in this area despite their differences. He had an innate understanding of the human body, or else he wouldn’t have been named the greatest body cultivator to ever exist despite the legend of the Titans.
His title wasn’t about strength, obviously. One only needs to look toward Zabia and the Ipsum twins, not to mention Amphorae acclimating herself to the Martial Saint Pill so quickly, to understand the Demon Sage’s innate abilities.
But who would have known that the first thing the old man would say would be…
“FUUUUUUUUUUCK!”
Dyon nearly forgot everything and snapped. This damned old man, would he not be satisfied until he pissed him off to death? His daughter was in this room, could he not watch his mouth?
“Father, your words.” Amphorae frowned, protecting Little Alauna’s ears.
The spirit form of the Demon Sage swayed in anger for a few more moments before he finally calmed himself.
“The Heavens created this boy to piss me off to my deathbed. I spent countless years of my life attempting to perfectly fuse energy and vital qi, and eventually succeeded, only for this bastard to be born with it innately? What did I do to deserve this?!?!”
Luna, who was greatly dissatisfied with the Demon Sage’s behavior, directly caged him in a sphere of energy, not allowing Little Alauna to hear anymore.
“Dyon, yours, Clara’s, and Little Alauna’s meridians aren’t normal. You have what appears to be the normal system of 109, or 118 in your case, meridians, but the meridian pathways are perfectly fused with your blood vessels. In a sense, your blood can freely flow through your meridians, while your qi can freely flow through your blood vessels.
“When you tried to test out your body, you instinctually aroused your blood. The reason why Clara didn’t have as big of a reaction as you is because Clara has never body cultivated before, whereas your blood was perfectly tempered to the peak of the silver silk stage.
“Your strength isn’t as simple as the additive result of your qi and body strength, I believe there’s an exponential increase when the two are fused.
“I was alive during the Demon Sage’s glory years, he was feared by even the Nephilim in those times, it was to the point where the Sapientia schemed for his death using his entry into the Timeless Library to wipe his Empire out.
“However, the Demon Sage only artificially emulated what you and your race of people are born with innately… Simply put, your strength is incomparable to what it was before…”
What Luna didn’t continue to say was that she felt that this wasn’t the end of these matters, it was only the tip of the iceberg… She was certain that the additional blood vessels, meridians, and folds of Dyon’s brain played a significant role in his race’s hidden abilities… She just didn’t know what it was just yet…