Reaper of the Martial World

Book 9: Chapter 25: Struck Zero (1)

“That’s great but…” Dyon smiled bitterly. “… How do I move without destroying everything around me.”

Dyon wasn’t too surprised by Amphorae’s take that his strength had entered the dao realm. The truth was that he had purposely stalled his body cultivation at the peak of the silver silk stage when he could have entered the gold silk stage all so that he could bring things in and out of the Ancient Battlefield.

However, Dyon had always been aware that the silver silk stage’s peak represented the peak most strength a pseudo-dao expert could wield, while the gold silk realm would represent the dao realm.

Simply put, whether it was by the mutation in his meridians or not, Dyon would have had the strength of a dao expert regardless by the end of this coming eight to nine month period thanks to him being able to rely on Luna to bring materials in and out of his constitution’s world.

The real question, aside from, of course, how Dyon would control this newfound strength, was just how far into the dao realm he had stepped. Because, clearly, this didn’t seem to be a matter of a single step or two.

Luna frowned at this question. The truth was that she didn’t know, only the foul mouthed Sargeras would have an answer. But, could they trust him to watch his mouth?

Seeing the signal in Dyon’s eyes, Luna turned to pick Alauna up from Amphorae.

“No! I don’t want to leave.” Alauna pouted. Though she was scared, she didn’t want to leave Dyon behind.

The little girl always seemed fearless when she was in Dyon’s arms, but she was much more timid when not. Being told she had to go away from her father when there was clearly a problem didn’t sit right with her.

Dyon felt a deep rage bubbling upward. He had made such grand improvements, thinking he’d always have everything in the palm of his hands from now on, but he couldn’t even comfort his own daughter.

‘You damned thing, what the hell are you anyway? If you’re going to reside in my body, how about you earn your keep?’

Dyon’s inner eye turned its gaze toward the rainbow gem embedded into the chest of his nascent soul.

‘Come on…’

Dyon had little information about just what this newly formed dao heart was. It was truly an odd event. Usually, one would have to comprehend something or gain something deliberate in order to form a dao heart. For example, Zaire was forced to meditate for decades to form his Chaos Heart.

It didn’t make much sense for one to have such a small understanding of their own dao heart, it defeated the entire purpose. Yet, here Dyon was.

All he knew was one word: Control.

The strength of heart to control everything. Those were his only thoughts when he formed this dao heart.

Dyon’s eyes closed, seemingly falling into a deep state of meditation while standing.

Alauna’s little chubby face was like a guiding light, leading him forward.

Every hidden crevice of his body was laid before. Unknowingly, his manifestation loomed into existence. An illusory image that usually struck fear into all those who saw it suddenly made the small Alauna who was struggling against her mother’s embrace relax.

Dyon’s raging mercury blood became as calm as the surface of an undisturbed lake, several pathways between his meridians and blood vessels becoming blocked off by strong sealing energy.

It was only then that perpetual pressure in the room suddenly dropped. They hadn’t realized it until now, but Dyon’s body had been suppressing them all… Almost like the feeling lesser beasts felt when faced with greater ones. Well, everyone except Clara and Little Alauna that is.

“Daddy!” Little Alauna was the first to react, taking advantage of her mother’s stupor, she leapt toward Dyon with a happy expression on her little face.

Amphorae was about to take a step to stop her, but she realized that Dyon had gotten a grip on himself faster than they would have expected.

Dyon caught Alauna in the air, raising her high. He couldn’t help but feel good as he was serenaded by his little girl’s giggles.

“For now, I’ve only used some stop gap measures.” Dyon looked toward Luna, Amphorae and Clara. “I need more time to control it. It seems my thoughts of entering the Higher Celestial Realm have to be shelved for now.”

Dyon smiled bitterly, sending an inward gaze toward the seals within his meridians. What a terrible showing, he suddenly gained a massive boon in strength, but had no ability to use it.

Well, that wasn’t entirely accurate. If he had no worries about harming those around him, he could unleash unprecedented strength. However, even in that case, if his strength wasn’t controlled, what could he even do with it? For example, how could he execute techniques if he couldn’t control his own energy?

“That’s the exact opposite mindset you need to have.”

Suddenly, the voice of the Demon Sage sounded once more. It seems Luna finally let this father-in-law of his off the hook.

“Not only do you need to reach the Higher Celestial Realm, you need to reach beyond that if you want to have any hope of controlling yourself. It’s alright if your energy is stronger than your body, but the opposite is bad if you want to have thoughts of control.

“Blood is too used to rampaging about as it sees fit. Whenever you have an injury or infection, blood rushes to it. Whenever you work a muscle, blood rushes to it. Even the areas of the brain you use to think, blood rushes to them.

“Blood acts on instinct, only energy is completely deliberate and controllable. You need more energy if you want to use this strength.”