Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 168: Lord Creator (1)

Dyon organized and put away the healing pills, muttering to himself about how stingy the sky castle creator was. He created a room with 1000 star grade pills, but only left 1 planet grade healing pill? What a scam.

Madeleine giggled lightly at Dyon’s words, finding his shamelessness funny. A planet grade pill, especially this ‘Essence Reversal’ pill, could bring even a dao formation expert back from the brink of death to full health.

The truth was that healing pills had always been the most valuable type. This was because those of the highest level were even capable of extending life.

For example, if someone who was perfectly health took the essence reversal pill, they would gain an additional thousand years of life. If the individual was injured, this number would lessen depending on the severity of the wound. But, in most cases, they would still gain a few hundred years. Its value was clear.

The ten moon grade pills Dyon received gave one an additional one hundred years of life and were known as ‘Yin and Yang Replenishment’ pills. The thousand comet grade pills gave an addition ten years and were known as ‘Heaven Soothing’ pills.

It was debateable whether someone would choose an extra thousand years of life over a martial saint pill. If one was already talented, it was an obvious choice. However, if one was less talented, wouldn’t you choose to have extra time instead? After all, reaching the celestial realm only gave one ten thousand years of life. An extra thousand was extremely valuable.

After Dyon dealt with the healing pills, he proceeded to plant the Heaven’s Selfless Breath within his inner world. Now that his world could grow life, there was hardly a better place for it, especially if he bathed them in white flames every so often.

As a planet grade spiritual plant, it would take several million years to fully mature from the seeds he was given. But, luckily, there were already ten mature bush-like structures with several hundred leaves each. Even if he snipped away all of their leaves, it would only take about ten years for them all to grow back assuming proper care.

With these things set aside, Dyon took the frail Madeleine who had fallen asleep into his arms and left the final trial, finding himself facing a tall, winding set of stairs.

Surprisingly, there was no second or third floor. It sounds odd to say, but the stairs simply continued, winding and winding until Dyon felt as though he had climbed several hundred meters. For there not to be another floor before this top one, was truly curious.

Still, Dyon eventually made it to the top or second floor, opening a door to find himself in a grand space.

He felt decidedly small. Despite being just over two meters tall, the ceiling above his head was at least twenty times that. To match its grandiose appearance, massive marble pillars lined the arched hall, all leading to a wide set of stairs, a lush red carpet, and a throne of precious metals.

To each side, silver knight statues stood with various weapons, making Dyon roll his eyes. ‘You better stay statues…’

“You’ve come…” The red-armored guardian leaned against his throne. After weeks of watching Dyon suck his castle dry, he finally got over it. After all, it was at least more entertaining than sitting here and doing nothing for the last several trillion years. It wasn’t as though those treasure were benefitting him in anyway. Plus, they weren’t his treasures to begin. Rather, they were the treasures of the man who left him here. Whether or not his spirit would appear was an unknown.

Dyon smiled. “You’re less angry than I thought you’d be.”

“And you’re just as arrogant as I thought you’d be.” The red-armored guardian retorted. Which of the people who came here dared to converse with him so casually? Plus, walking in here with your wife in your arms? Did you not take this challenge seriously at all?

“Tell me… Is there a test I can take to gain ownership of this castle?”

The red-armored guardian twitched. “What did you say?”

“It isn’t as though it serves much of a purpose anymore. All of its trials are gone.” Dyon shrugged.

It had been a long time since someone angered him like this. In fact, the last person to do so was the bastard who sealed his soul in here. The truth was that there was a hidden trial that required a single person to clear the entire castle and thus earn it as an immortal home, but with Dyon asking first, he almost wanted to lie about it.

Suddenly, the red-armored guardian’s visor flashed with an odd light. “You technically could have earned this sky castle, but unfortunately for you, you received help during your first trial. As such, you didn’t fulfill the requirements.”

Dyon looked down at the quietly sleeping Madeleine and smiled bitterly. What a shameless guardian. Technically, he did receive help from Madeleine during the first trial, but should that really count?

“Giving me the key will be enough, then.” Dyon got over it quickly. historical

The truth is that he didn’t care to have this as an immortal home. Although the space was grand and magical, what he actually wanted it for was create a battleship. He had had an idea brewing ever since her found that reservoir of Sky Mercury.

Not only was it made of very hard materials, this metal also had an invisibility property. One can imagine how useful that was in warfare.

The red-armored guardian almost passed out in anger. He had been hoping to see Dyon throw a tantrum in frustration, yet that didn’t happen.

“Just take it.” The red-armored guardian threw a ball of light at Dyon. In its center, an elaborate six sided key hovered. What was the point of testing Dyon? There was none.