Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 10: 160: Name (3)

Book 10: Chapter 160: Name (3)

“You’re not joking, are you?” Lilith asked seriously once she stopped laughing. “Is … that really the solution?”

She couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

Dyon nodded seriously. “It really is the solution. This isn’t because of some special dual cultivation technique, but rather because of the special nature of my own soul.”

“Is your soul different?” Lilith asked, wanting to know more about Dyon.

“You could say so.” Dyon rubbed his nose as though he was embarrassed about tooting his own horn. “I myself don’t know the exact details, but in my very first life, I too was born without a constitution. My parents were fairly weak as well. Even my father only reached the Saint Realm at his peak.

“However, I, for some reason, always had extraordinary soul prowess. It was just that there was no path set for me forward. To those of the mortal plane, the soul path was meaningless.

“The longer I lived, the more firmly I disagreed with this. In fact, I came to the conclusion that the greatest path of cultivation was with the soul as the foundation.

“When I came to this conclusion, everything else became auxiliary. And I eventually made a decent name for myself.”

Lilith blinked. “… Could it be… An Ancient Constitution?”

Dyon shrugged. “Constitutions have always been related to the body. There’s no precedent for a ‘soul constitution’. Whatever the truth is, I long since stopped caring. All I’m interested in now is using my strengths to help those I love.

“Plus, it’s well known that no one born with an Ancient Constitution has ever made it to the Dao Realm, let alone beyond. Though, it’s a possibility considering soul prowess doesn’t impact tribulations…

“This aside, my soul has the ability to not only grow at astonishing rates, but to also do the same for my wives. Clara, Ri, Amphorae and Madeleine all already have dao souls despite having average talent in the soul path at best.

“I will be the key to your final evolution.” Dyon grinned. “Leave it to me.”

Lilith blushed red once more, turning from Dyon’s gaze.

“All you know how to do is tease me. How about you teach me this method first?”

With that, the two delved into a new world.

**

As his clone was having the time of his life, Dyon himself was doing the same. His blood surged with a level of exhilaration he had never felt before.

If one peered into his body, it would be akin to entering a cave of gems. Even his blood ran a glistening royal blue. With ever strike he made, it grew fiercer, rushing through his veins like a torrential rain. The sound alone could deafen a mortal.

“[A Fall’s Wavering Leaf]!”

The oppressive barrage ended, but it turned into a swordplay filled with a myriad of changes. Like a colored leaf falling from a withering tree, Dyon’s sword fluttered in the wind, its path impossible to predict.

The injuries on the two Ancestors continued to accumulate. Even though they seemed superficial, only the two of them knew just how dangerous their current situation was.

“[A Spring’s Falling Rain]!”

The expressions of the two Ancestor’s changed drastically. Wasn’t it [A Spring’s Sweet Breeze]? When did it become ‘Falling Rain’?

The two of them had weathered this storm, slowly becoming accustomed to Dyon’s swordplay and waiting for an opportunity to counterattack, but who knew this wasn’t the end of Dyon’s means?

The booming of thunder suddenly loomed over their heads. A golden lightening streaked across the skies, matching the tempo of Dyon’s sword and striking downward.

It should have been fierce. The booming of thunder, the striking of lightning… How could it be anything but?

However, the two Ancestors were lulled into Dyon’s gentle rhythm. They suddenly felt as though they were indoors as the soft pitter patter of rain hit against a clear window. Their hearts were overwhelmed by a feeling of comfort, one that could only come from a cool evening in April.

Unfortunately, no matter how gentle the swordplay appeared, any Fallen would die without a corpse beneath its might. The sudden change in Dyon’s sword completely caught the two of them off guard, allowing a sweeping blade to sheer across their abdomens.

Roars of pain and showers of blood filled the arena.

Dripping below, droplets of crimson fell onto the nine Dragon Pillars, causing them to tremble with an inconceivable might.

Yadmere and Estein retreated explosively. Yadmere’s vitality was incredibly high, being a Giant with the bloodline of a steel skinned demon. But, Estein had no choice but to madly consume pills. If it was a normal injury, even if their hearts were pierced, they could shrug it off. However, the corrosive red qi pouring into their bodies right now forced them into a terrible situation.

Dyon breathed heavily, looking down on their retreating figures with a piercing gaze.

Heaven’s Scroll shone brighter and brighter, trembling under his presence, but he didn’t care. In fact, he hardly noticed even as began to slowly etch his name.

Still, even though he didn’t care, that didn’t mean others didn’t. The arena fell into complete silence, watching on with bated breath.

It was then the situation suddenly changed. The Heaven’s Scroll had only completed its first stroke when a crack formed on its body. At first it was small, but then it began to expand wildly.

Under the eyes of countless powerhouses of the mortal plane, the Heaven’s Scroll that had stood for countless Eras shattered, its bits and pieces becoming a surge of qi that shot into the air.

There in the sky, the qi began to change form. Many were expecting some spectacular change, but it soon became obvious that they were forming letters than then formed words…

When Dyon looked up into the sky, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Hadn’t this already happened once before?

‘You Don’t Qualify to Name Me.’