Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 3: Dropped (3)

Dyon took a deep breath.

A ripple of an inexplicable sharp aura danced along his bare skin, his nude body radiating with a vibrant bronze color.

An instant later, his Immortal Sense unleashed in full force, but it was immediately constricted and reined in by Dyon, its concentration increasing several times over.

Just what did it mean to take senses that could touch dozens of worlds at once and compress it to focus on a single human body? Even Dyon hadn’t known before he did so. However, the result was so shocking that his vision went black.

Dyon didn’t know how long he had spent unconscious, but when he awoke, the reddish daylight of the Ancient Battlefield had become pitch black. If it wasn’t for the fact he had taken over the territory of a fairly powerful beast, who knew what could have happened to him.

After clearing his headache, Dyon slowly began to realize what had happened.

He had concentrated his Immortal Sense into such a small space that the level of detail it saw within his body was far beyond what was within his abilities to intake.

Trillions of individual cells, tens of trillions of individual organelles… he couldn’t even bother to count the number of chemical and chemical bonds. But, to make matters worse, he had suddenly seen his body as a collection of electrons and protons, and then ultimately quarks and leptons and preons…

Dyon felt his head spinning.

[Author’s Note: Organelles are the innerworkings of cells. They’re what organs are to the human body to cells]

As someone infinitesimally close to building an immortal body, the density of the particles that made up his body vastly outweighed that of a mortal. He thought trillions of cells, but the truth was that he easily had several folds that amount.

Trying to take in so many details at once was far more difficult than even observing dozens of worlds.

‘This is no good. How am I supposed to refine my body into a pill if I can’t observe it properly without passing out…’

The only method Dyon could think of was increasing his mental energy. But, he had never heard of a method to do so. In fact, even with the [Dao of Array Alchemy] by his side, the only pill he had ever come across capable of replenishing mental energy was one personally created by his Master. historical

And obviously, that pill was only to replenish what mental energy already existed. Increasing it wasn’t within its abilities.

The only way to raise one’s mental energy was with time and diligent cultivation. Only by cultivating for millions and billions of years would one’s mental energy reach astronomical levels.

This left Dyon at a loss. His talent had ironically handicapped him. His mental energy had rarely come into play on the mortal plane. It seemed like many things were different here.

‘… If it’s possible to replenish it, it’s also possible to grow it. I don’t believe that there’s not a single method that exists.’

Dyon didn’t want to waste so many years. Though it technically wouldn’t be wasting them considering he would have to cultivate, it still didn’t sit right with him.

‘There’s another way…’

Dyon sighed. Since it wasn’t possible to refine his whole body at once, he would just focus on individual parts.

Dyon knew that perfecting his body all at once wasn’t possible anyway. Even if he could refine his body all at once, the result would be limited to his current knowledge of array alchemy. Obviously, with his limited soul strength and knowledge, this wouldn’t be the best result.

So, Dyon had planned from the beginning for his body to undergo several refinements, slowly pushing him toward his goal.

‘Since I’ve confirmed that refining all at once isn’t possible, what is the exact path I will take…’

While healing himself, Dyon had thought about this question to the point of madness. He had a general idea of what he wanted to do, but wasn’t even certain if he had enough knowledge to just find the starting point, let alone begin the journey.

The more Dyon thought about it, the more confused he became. Was it really possible to refine his body such that it could support his inner world?

Dyon shook his head. ‘Maybe this was the wrong approach to begin with… The only part of my body that truly seems disconnected from the Heavens is my Soul. I’m able to shatter my daos and burn me nascent soul without regard, while my body still ultimately relies on constitutions gifted to me by the Heavens…’

When Dyon’s thoughts reached this point, he understood that it wasn’t just his qi he needed to bring to independence, but his body as well. Maybe one day, he would ultimately have to do the same for his soul as well…

Still, he had made up his mind.

‘Since that’s the case, forget it. I’ll shatter my Inner World and concentrate it into a small piece of land my soul is capable of sustaining on its own. Then, I’ll rebuild its laws to my liking using my fundamental runes…’

Once Dyon decided on something, he wouldn’t change it. He had no idea that ten years would flash before him after he made this decision, yet it was exactly what happened.

His vast Inner World shrunk from the size of tens of planets to a small one-meter diameter.

It was a pitiful sight, but Dyon’s smiled brightly, sweat pouring down his face. No matter how small it was, Dyon had created his own independent world.

Well, whether it could truly be considered independent was another question. After all, he still had to use his body as an anchor, and his body existed under the purview of the Heavens, ultimately. But it was still a start.

Still, Dyon could have never expected what happened next. He was stunned to the point of silence.

“Took you long enough to fix that nonsense. I was stuck in the void with these two for the longest time. Do you know how dangerous it is, teleporting into a collapsing world? Who told you to throw The Seal away?”

Dyon’s jaw all but dropped.

“Junior?”