Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 10: 40: Surprise (1)

Book 10: Chapter 40: Surprise (1)

In a floating room in the depths of space.

Against the wishes of his wives and advisors, Dyon sat alone, completely expressionless in the face of an individual who was without a doubt the strongest existence he had ever faced.

Dyon, who had once felt Jade’s aura, knew well that she wasn’t even a tenth as powerful as the Emperor of Nightmare Palace, Eldaernth.

It was quite the ironic atmosphere, though. On one side, there was a man dressed in black robes, his eyes partially closed with an almost lazy expression. Even when he spoke, his words were slow and deliberate, several second pauses between his phrases was a common sight. But, on the other side, there was Dyon who wasn’t thinking about the gravity of the situation at all. Instead he could only think one thing…

‘Damn this guy is handsome. Is it even legal to have such good looks?’

Eldaernth always had a mysterious fog over his features that made him look more normal than he truly was. However, before Dyon’s Immortal Sense, it was meaningless. He could very clearly see his true appearance.

Dyon never cared much for his own looks, but if he had to be brutally honest with himself, that was at least half in part due to the fact that he had never come across someone capable of matching him. Even those with higher cultivation than himself seemed lacking. But this Eldaernth… He sure did give him a run for his money.

High cheek bones, a defined jawline, sharp brows, flowing white hair, eyes as deep as the night sky’s canvas.

Dyon had to admit, if he swung that way, he wouldn’t be able to think about another man after seeing this scene.

If others could read Dyon’s thoughts, they’d probably spew blood in indignation. The two of them had been completely silent for almost three days now, yet instead of thinking about the tense nature of the situation, Dyon was thinking of potential male lovers. It was too much.

“You’re… a patient… youth.” Eldaernth suddenly spoke.

Dyon shrugged. “It’s not often one gets to spend days with a Higher Existence. I might as well treasure it.”

“Then you know it too… The … difference between… you and I…”

“Is that your way of saying my Sacharro Clan isn’t worthy of allying with you?”

“If… you were… in my position… would you not just… snatch what you want…?”

“That would depend on two things. Whether or not the target offended me, and whether or not I was strong enough.”

“How interesting… I am both strong enough… and have been… offended…”

Dyon sneered. “Offended? I assume you mean because I destroyed your so-called ‘Soul Market’. I have yet to ask you for an explanation for that, yet you actually dare to bring up how you’ve been offended. What an interesting man you are.”

Eldaernth was both emotionless and silent, but he was quite intrigued by Dyon’s behavior. Even when he himself was a lower dao expert, others of that cultivation didn’t dare to speak to him this way, let alone the fact he was now a Higher Existence.

Yet, here was a lower dao formation boy asking him for an explanation?

Even more curious, this boy actually dared to sit in a room with him alone…

This much didn’t faze himself. After all, for those who understood the true strength of Higher Existences, as long as you even dared to enter the same universe, your life was forfeit. Maybe this young man already understood this truth and knew it didn’t matter whether he was an inch from him or millions of miles away.

“Countless died because of the greed of your Devil Quadrants. Families were split, children were ripped from the arms of their mothers. You speak as though you both don’t care and don’t plan on appropriately reconciling.”

“Ah… Is that why you … are so confident… A clone, is it…?”

“If it took you three days to understand this, then it would probably be in your best interest to use a less sarcastic tone.” Dyon said plainly. “You believe that we are on an even playing field, when the reality of the matter is that we’ve never been.

“I know far more about your Devil Quadrants than you could ever hope to know about my Sacharro Clan. This I can promise you.”

“Your … negotiation tactics… are odd…” Eldaernth said emotionlessly. “… What exactly… is your purpose…?”

“To use you.” Dyon said nonchalantly.

For the first time, Eldaernth’s half closed eyes opened a smidgen. It was only a minor crack, yet just the gaze pushed Dyon’s clone to the point of near collapse.

“Do you remember why it is you sent your young geniuses to the tower quadrants instead of going yourself? Well, I can answer that for you.

“Firstly, you place a great amount of hope in Lilith. You believe that she can grow into a Higher Existence just as powerful as yourself. Once that happens, let alone fourth place, your Devil Quadrants may be able to challenge second place.

“Secondly… Isn’t it because you feared being detected by your enemies?

“Let me tell you something interesting. In just the few decades Lilith and your youthful geniuses have been here, they have already entered the pseudo dao realm, while Lilith herself has already entered the dao realm thanks to my Devil Vein.  

“Yet… They haven’t been detected by the enemies that made even you apprehensive. I’m sure you’re a smart man, think of the reasons yourself. Then you can start to think about who really has the upper hand.”