Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 11: 73: Hidden (3)

Book 11: Chapter 73: Hidden (3)

Days later, Dyon and his wives were finally called by the elders of this underwater city. Maybe they thought they were putting pressure on Dyon by taking so long, but the reality was that Dyon had leisurely spending his time without a care in the world.

He found that in this incredibly suppressive environment, Madeleine’ body strength improved by leaps and bounds alongside the use of his concocted pills, so it was very much worth it. If Madeleine could breakthrough with her body, she’d be nearly undefeatable within the three facet Overlord Realm.

This was truly an excellent place for cultivation. Even Clara and Amphorae’s qi cultivation rapidly increased far more than it did in the outside world. There was something this suppression provided that Dyon’s qi accumulation arrays could not.

‘I’ll have to see if I can modify my arrays to imitate this atmosphere… In the end, wouldn’t it just take a deep understanding of water qi?’

As Dyon was lost in his thoughts, he and his wives made it to a grand hall. There were numerous seats all around, but there were only three that were filled.

One was occupied by Elianora – she sat on the right. On the left, there was a middle aged man who had bright gold pattern scales beneath his eyes and on his cheeks, coupled by a head of white hair and piercing gold eyes.

Finally, in the middle, there was a very old woman who’s size seemed to have shriveled up in her age. Her feet couldn’t reach the floor and her back was hunched over to the point of causing discomfort even in those who simply watched on, let alone to her herself.

Maybe in the past, the scales beneath her eyes had been bright and vibrant. But now, they were just as grey as her head of hair and just as lacking luster as her seemingly blinded gaze.

Still, seeing her, Dyon’s eyes narrowed. He felt that of all the experts he had ever met, she was the most powerful. In fact, she had to be infinitesimally close to the four facet realm.

Dyon had a feeling that the four facet realm was a massive watershed into something completely unseen before, but he had never been more certain of this reality until today. To be capable of growing so powerful, yet still failing to breakthrough… Just what was the four facet Overlord Realm?

“… So young, yet so powerful… How rare… How rare indeed…”

The voice was ancient beyond comparison. Dyon felt that maybe even his grand teacher didn’t have such a wizened voice. But then again, that old guy was never serious about anything.

Dyon inexplicably found himself missing that old man. It was a weird feeling he hadn’t felt before.

He had a lot of debts to collect from that old man once he ascended. But first, he had to enter the top floor of the Epistemic Tower. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t allow him to do so unless he became a Higher Existence and Dyon still lacked the power to force his way in.

Either way, he’d see that old man eventually.

Dyon smiled. “The Ancestor of our Mist Clan is quite exceptional. Please take this as a gift, consider it an act of filial piety from this junior.”

A medicinal pill appeared in Dyon’s hand and slowly shuttled through the air to hover before the wizened Mist Clan Ancestor.

In that moment, the hunched over granny inexplicably straightened her back. The sound of bones that hadn’t been used in ages cracking resounded through the quiet hall. Elianora and the golden scaled elder simply didn’t dare to make a sound while their ancestor was thinking.

“… This pill… Which ancient ruin did you get it from?”

“Ancient ruin? Ancestor, you’re mistaken. This junior refined this pill himself.”

Hearing these words, Ancestor Mist trembled, her deep wrinkles vibrating along with her emotions.

She plucked the pill out from the air, observing it carefully.

“… You wouldn’t poison this old lady, now would you?”

“How could I do such a thing to my respected senior?”

Maybe the old woman didn’t truly care about Dyon’s words, because before he had even finished his words, she had already eaten it. There were no fireworks, no pomp and circumstance, simply the light gulp of an elderly lady.

However, though the ceremony beforehand was ironically unceremonious, what followed afterward had the two elders to either of her sides grip their seats tightly.

Before their eyes, their Ancestor began to change.

First, it was a single cough, sending black blood flying out of her body. At first, they thought Dyon really had poisoned her. But the next change froze them right in their seats.

Their ancestor began to slowly grow taller. No, it wasn’t taller, but rather that her brittle bones began to regain their original strength.

Her spine straightened, her hips loosened, her wrinkles stretched out once more into soft, elastic skin.

Before their eyes, an old woman with one foot in the grave became a delicate, petite beauty with the features of a heavenly goddess. Even her graying scales regained their pure white luster, radiating a faint light that was nothing less than holy.

The old, or rather, once old lady began to laugh jovially. However, her voice wasn’t as ancient as it once was. Instead, it became a sonorous bell that was nothing more than soothing to the ear.

In a flash, she had re-entered the prime of her youth. No, even the prime of her strength.

“For this alone, I do not care about your true identity.”

These were the first words the Ancestor spoke after she stopped laughing to herself.

Her now long legs crossed over each other, their softness sinking into one another in a nose bleeding scene.

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, because of her shrinkage in height, her dress was now about a few feet too short, now stopping about mid thigh. A normal man would find it hard to control himself before such a scene.

“I will get right to the point.

“Trillions of years ago, our Mist Clan realized that relying on the mortal plane was no longer an option. Back then, due to a series of events, we entered the Ancient Battlefield.

“The short of it is that within our territory, there is a hidden rule of the first phase of the Ancient Battlefield. This hidden rule is our key to leaving the dying world behind.”

Dyon’s eyes flashed with a blinding light. It seemed that the uniqueness of this Ancient Game was finally shining through.