Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 223: Crown (2)

Dyon’s wills blazed behind him.

The beautiful royal blue of the weapon’s master. The gentle, tea leaf green of the wind. The yin and yang crystals of his flames. The marvelous rainbow colors of his music. The majestic and glittering crystal will. The silver embodiment of his space will. The dense blackness of his death will. And, finally, his unformed Titan and time Will…

The last time Dyon’s Dao Heart shattered, his wills dissipated along with them. How could you sustain a connection with the Heavens without a dao heart? As such, it only made sense for wills to disappear the moment a dao heart suffered so greatly. This was what happened to Patia-Neva, and thus it was what Dyon.

Just as expected, Dyon’s wills began to whittle away, unable to sustain themselves. Comprehensions that he had traded his life for were floating away. However, Dyon had steeled himself. The moment he made this decision, he was aware that this would happen. Even if his combat prowess drastically fell, he was willing to make this same choice a hundred if not a thousand more times. historical

It was at this moment that the Crown glowed once more.

When Dyon shed himself of the discomfort of Amphorae’s history in this life, his Crown had taken action. Not only did it forcibly increase the size of his inner world, it doubled the strength of his soul in an instant!

When Dyon swallowed the Martial Saint pill, expecting to suffer through days if not months of pain, his crown glowed once more. Not only did it forcibly negate the death’s gate effects of the pill, it gave him nine new meridians in an instant!

When Dyon’s inner world wanted to reseal his cultivation due to his increased meridian count and foundation, it was due to his Crown that it was forcibly stopped!

This time, even without having formed a proper dao heart, the crown acted once more. What bullshit heavenly laws and restrictions? I gave up my life for these comprehensions, who are you to take it away?!

The crown became Dyon’s new anchor. He could now slowly comprehend a new dao heart, one that stood even above the central nine. The day he succeeded would be the day the martial world played in his palm.

Dyon couldn’t help but laugh once more. Nothing repaid a cultivator more than a resolute attitude. He had taken this action still underestimating the abilities of his Manifestation, yet he had been so pleasantly surprised.

‘My understanding of The Crown is at least at 10%…’

If others heard Dyon’s thoughts, they’d be astounded. No one dared to say such things about their Manifestations. Even the Ancient Tomes of the Ancient Elvin Clans could only boast a 20% understanding after several generations. But to think Dyon would say he had understood to a tenth. It was truly mind numbing.

However, the benefits of this comprehension clearly showed. His Crown had the ability to sustain seven half-step daos, two of which were considered Supreme Laws!

‘The strength of the Crown lies in its ability to bend the Martial Way. Before, 100 000km was the utmost limit my soul could reach without breaking into the dao realm, yet it broke that path and made it 200 000km, and that was with a mere 5% understanding.’

Without even needing to check, Dyon knew that his soul had strengthened once more. Except, this time, it wasn’t in size, but in density and quality!

Before, Dyon inner world had crumbled when he took the martial saint pill because its construction was too weak. Relying on the 5% comprehension of his Crown wasn’t enough. Coupling this with the fact his inner world was meant to rely on all three martial paths, and not just one, and it was a recipe for disaster.

Luckily, after taking the martial saint pill, his inner world collapsed and condensed to build a firmer foundation. Although its scope was only just a little over 500 meters now, well shy of the previous 1-kilometer mark, it was far stronger. If it wasn’t for this, Dyon’s inner world would be able to withstand the increase in his cultivation.

Now, Dyon’s Crown had become even more overbearing. Despite still having the characteristics of the celestial realm, Dyon’s soul had begun exhibiting the qualities of planet grade soul energy! In fact, although it still projected as moon grade soul energy, Dyon’s soul energy had the robust and dense nature of half-step planet grade soul energy!

‘This kind of Manifestation, it shouldn’t have a place in this Mortal Plane…’ Dyon couldn’t help but think to himself, looking toward his nascent soul.

The peaceful now 5-6 year old didn’t seem to notice Dyon’s gaze.

Dyon’s manifestation played with the laws of the mortal plane as though it was its own playground. Even if Dyon was stupid beyond belief he wouldn’t believe that this had nothing to do with it.

‘This increase in soul strength is even better than the size increase of my divine sense realm. Now, even planet grade spiritual plants will have trouble hiding from me… And…’

Dyon smiled. With a thought, a white flower appeared to his side.

The last time he had tried this, he failed miserably. In fact, the flower wilted before his very eyes. But, this time, a perfect 5% clone stepped out from within, looking like a perfect mirror image of Dyon.

Before, Dyon improvements had so far outstripped his comprehension of the Florence Family technique that his soul became too weak to produce even a 1% clone. But, now, although before he had been able to form 15% clones, this one 5% clone made him happier than any of those ever did.

Dyon’s grin only widened.