Reaper of the Martial World

Book 9: Chapter 139: Master5

Pjisel couldn’t believe what was happening to him. He felt as though he had leaped over heaven’s gate in a single bound. Was this the power of powerful Clans? historical

How could Pjisel know that even the Nephilim Alliance didn’t dare to spend resources like this so freely? Though the outer clans had Martial Saint pills as well, they would at most use two to three per generation. To now, Dyon had already used at least several times that.

Of course, Dyon’s goal was much different. He didn’t believe the mortal plane had a future if he didn’t unify it all in a single lifetime. Therefore, he wasn’t stingy with his use of resources. What was the point if they just rot after his death?

Therefore, Dyon planned to use all of his wealth. If he ended up failing in the end again, he didn’t want to leave any regret behind.

“M-master… This… It’s too much…” Tears uncontrollably fell from Pjisel’s eyes. No matter how he tried to stop them, they didn’t seem to be willing to listen to his commands.

The last time he cried was when his mother died. In all these years, he had held it all in, never allowing others to see through to his true emotions. But for whatever reason, he didn’t seem capable of doing this now.

Dyon kneeled to face Pjisel, patting his shoulder. “There’s no need to feel this way. Your Master is a Star Lord, if I didn’t give you at least this much, I’d feel too ashamed.”

Dyon laughed. “I remember when your Grand Master accepted me as a disciple, she gave me a whole treasure trove, a Treasure of the 33 Heavens, and her and my Uncle Master’s blood essence. In truth, I feel like I’m still lacking.”

Pjisel was shocked by these words, but looking at Dyon’s expression, he didn’t seem to be joking.

Of course Dyon wasn’t. Though he didn’t find out immediately, it was true that Esmeralda left him The Seal. To now, it had helped him more times than he could count. Even the Martial Saint pills numbered a thousand, but there were only 33 such treasures in the whole of existence.

Dyon speculated that the reason so few had been seen on the Mortal Plane was likely because the remainder of them were on the Immortal Plane. But that hardly mattered to him now.

“… But Master, even if that’s true… Wouldn’t these resources have been better spent on someone else?”

Dyon shook his head. “It seems you’re still not aware, hm?”

Pjisel blinked in confusion.

“You were born with a constitution, the Earth Grade Constitution – Heaven’s Mimicry.”

“What…?”

Pjisel was shocked. One shouldn’t be fooled by the talents Dyon had around him, even his Grand Teacher could only explain the geniuses around Dyon by saying he must have had great karma in a last life. The reality was that even to the outer power, an Earth Grade Constitution’s appearance was the touting of an absolute genius!

To those of the Celestial Quadrant, this realization would be even more shocking.

In truth, the talents of those born in the Celestial Quadrant was quite good overall. If it had to be compared, it definitely didn’t fall behind the top 5 tower quadrants. Of course, this was because of the influence of the lingering Faith left by the Celestial Deer Sect.

The issue was that their legacies were too shallow.

Even if such a genius was born, it was often up to trial and error whether or not said genius would fully awaken. Often times, these geniuses would die due to the side effects of their unawakened constitutions much like Madeleine almost had.

Dyon stood, his soul qi beginning to cause changes to the world once more.

Numerous spiritual ingredients appeared, disappearing into motes of light as though they were devoured by the arrays Dyon formed.

They began to swirl, once more forming a beautiful white pill.

For the second time that day, Heaven’s Chimes rang, blanketing Soul Planet with a flood of energy.

Pjisel felt numb to the shocking at this point. His master formed two pills before him, and they were both nine times strengthened. For others it was too inconceivable, but now all he felt was an inexplicable pride.

“Here.” Dyon said casually, tossing over the pill no doubt worth hundreds of dao stones despite only being the Grandmaster Grade.

Swallowing it, he felt his body heat up.

“This Constitution Awakening Pill, after being strengthened nine times, has the ability to awaken any Earth Grade Constitution to its utmost limit. Use this opportunity well to sense the changes of your body.”

Pjisel nodded seriously, entering a silent meditation.

What Dyon meant by utmost limit would be shocking to most. It essentially meant that Pjisel wouldn’t need to slowly comprehend his constitution like Dyon or his wives did, he would instantly access every one of its abilities. It was akin to Dyon reaching the Fate Silk Realm of his Titan Diamond Body the instant he awakened it.

Of course, this only worked because his constitution was of the Earth Grade, something Dyon was ironically happy about.

The designation of constitution grades was decided by the Faith gathered by its previous owners. This allowed the Heaven’s to choose its level of importance, thus tweaking how easy or difficult it was to awaken to maintain balance.

One would think this meant that Pjisel’s constitution was relatively useless in comparison to the others, but the excitement in Dyon’s eyes told a completely different story.