Reaper of the Martial World

historical

Book 12: Chapter 180: Win (2)

“… Master, is it really possible? This beast looks as vibrant as ever and it seems like it might wake up from a nap at any time. But, it’s very clearly reached the end of its life. Just what are you planning on doing…? Resurrection is…”

“What? Resurrection is impossible?” Dyon sneered.

Nazaire’s words were caught in his throat. Because, according to all logic, if resurrection was impossible, Saru and Lilith shouldn’t be here either. Everyone knew that reincarnation was impossible for Immortals. This was the price they paid for their long lives.

In truth, this was just a speculation. No one knew why the system was like this.

“If you’re restricted by the Heavens, sure. Reincarnation is impossible.

“What is life, exactly? To those of my 109^th life, life boils down to the firing of neurons in one’s mind. Everything about the way we are is decided by the mind. How we interact with the world, our personalities and dispositions, and ultimately, our lives.

“This only makes sense. After all, those mortals had their souls taken away. As such, no matter how hard they researched, it was impossible for them to find a deeper root to all things. However, this doesn’t mean that all they would need is their souls for them to find an answer.

“Just look at you. You’ve grown cocky enough to challenge I, your master, so brazenly. Yet, you still don’t know shit.”

Nazaire smiled bitterly. If he knew that this would happen, he wouldn’t have challenged his master at all. He just couldn’t believe that he was so far from Dyon even now.

Dyon shook his head. “The Eternal Tomb has two abilities, just like all Treasures of the 33 Heavens. Its passive ability is a seal.”

“A seal? Like The Seal? There’s another seal treasure among the 33?”

It wasn’t a surprise that Nazaire wasn’t aware. Many of the Treasures of the 33 Heavens were lost to time. Everyone knew that 33 still existed somewhere in some place, but it was impossible to tell where they were. So, obviously, not all of them were owned. In addition, it was impossible to tell which were still on the list and which had been knocked off.

There were often instances of Hegemons who had control of such a treasure hiding it away. Even if this treasure was suddenly knocked off the list one day, it would become a top secret of the sect, never to be revealed. So, there were some cases where treasures that were assumed to be among the 33 had actually long been kicked out.

For a treasure crafted personally by Dyon like this one, he was probably the only one who knew its true abilities.

Of course, for treasures like The Seal, The Aurora Steps, Heaven’s Left Eye and Hell’s Right Eye, etc… Their abilities were all so well known because they were treasures Dyon personally refined himself and used to ravage the Immortal Plane. His legend spread so far that it even began to impact the Mortal Plane.

Obviously, the Eternal Tomb was kept a secret by Dyon because he wanted to protect Little Gold. And… its ability was simply too heaven defying.

It wasn’t the most destructive heavenly treasure, but it was one that would be fought to the death over. If the world knew of its abilities, even if it was in possession of Pill Sword Mountain, many would still not hesitate to attack.

“Yes, a seal. At the moment of death, the Eternal Tomb is able to entrap its victims sealing the essence of their bodies. All those images you saw on the door are actually of real people and beasts.”

Nazaire shivered. “What?! The Ultimate Defense Immortal Dragon God is on that door!”

“So what?” Dyon said plainly. “He pissed me off, so now he’s dead. You think I immortalized him on a treasure I built with my own two hands? Do you think I idolize anyone? Do you think I’m so bored?”

Dyon shook his head. “Ultimate defense my ass.”

Nazaire’s blood ran cold. He had always heard of his master’s deeds from others, but this was the first time he had personally witnessed it.

The Ultimate Defense Immortal Dragon God disappeared without reason a long time ago. No one knew where he went. Many thought he might have gone into the void to look for other worlds to temper himself in. Who knew that he would actually have been killed by Dyon and have himself enshrined on the Eternal Tomb?

“Anyway,” Dyon continued casually, “The purpose of the passive ability is to entrap blood essence. The blood essence can then be used to directly temper the body. It’s especially useful for…”

Nazaire almost fainted. He hardly heard Dyon’s next words.

Entrap blood essence? How was this even possible?

Dyon, though, found this to be normal. After all, hadn’t the Dragon Hegemon succeeded with the blood sprite? Of course, it benefited him in the end, but they succeeded nonetheless. He didn’t believe there was anything others could do that he couldn’t.

“… The blood essence can also be used to power Eternal Tombs’ active ability. The active ability is the reason Little Gold isn’t dead. It just seems like she is, when in reality, she’s more so in a suspended state.

“The active ability of Eternal Tomb is to extend the ‘last breath’ indefinitely. As long as there’s energy, the last breath of a person can be extended to infinity.”

Hearing this, Nazaire was finally shaken awake from his last shock.

“… What did you just say?”

“I need a new disciple…” Dyon mumbled. “… I really have to explain things twice to this little fool. Let me say it in a simpler way. The active ability of Eternal Tomb is immortality. True immortality.”