Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 6: 431: Titan (3)

Book 6: Chapter 431: Titan (3)

The moment Dyon’s body disappeared into motes of light, his selfless state released the primordial energy within the Energy Core as though it was a reflex. It didn’t fully understand why it did so, but it just felt… right.

Primordial energy poured into the motes of light, fueling them as though like water to a dry sponge. Their light grew fiercer, yet somehow still remained gentle…

The story of demonic will is one well documented throughout history. Humans, at a staggering disadvantage to beasts blessed by the heavens, could only rely on demonic will to close the gap. They believed that the solution to their plight were becoming beasts themselves, and thus demonic will was born.

One’s skin would become as tough as iron, one’s bones would become as heavy and fierce as steel, and one’s nature would twist, falling prey to the blood thirst nature of beasts.

However, how could the will responsible for bringing humans up and through the primordial era not be categorized as a Supreme Law? Although the difficulty of learning it was well documented, it was only insofar as upper tier wills such ice and celestial will. It never crossed that barrier to enter the ranks of the true supreme law.

That said, the usefulness of demonic will to Dyon was unprecedented. Even though his master barred him from using Demon Emperor’s Will, it was a definite staple of his usual combat. Without understanding of demon will, learning its first act is impossible. Without understanding of demonic intent, learning its second act is nothing but a dream. And without master demonic dao, its third act was untouchable. This was the reason it was categorized as a divine grade technique… It was impossible to master to completion without reaching that realm.

Still, how could a will responsible for fueling such an otherworldly technique not be a supreme law?

The answer was simple. The universe would never raise it to such a pedestal because the Primordial Era wasn’t ruled by Demons… It was ruled by The Titans.

The sound of shattering glass resounded through the tower. Although those in the tower didn’t really think much of it, Dyon’s Grand Teacher who hadn’t said much other than a simple greeting to Dyon after noticing his presence, suddenly turned his full attention to Dyon’s cultivation room.

He hadn’t reacted when he noticed Ri forming a pseudo-domain at the 11^th saint stage, he hadn’t reacted when Delia mastered 8^th level ice intent before even stepping into the celestial realm, he hadn’t batted an eye when Dyon fused 10 heaven grade constitutions into one, but the instant he heard this sound of shattering glass, an old man who hadn’t stood out of his chair in millions of years almost broke his back sitting up.

The raging war around the old man froze. Although they fought while ignoring the old man in the chair, there was a reason no one dared to attack him. Even the slightest movement caused warriors who could destroy the entire mortal plane with a wave of a palm to freeze in terror.

‘Master?…’ First White Mother frowned.

For the past few thousand years, First White Mother had felt that she was on the verge of a breakthrough. Despite the severe injuries she was suffering, the glint in her eye was becoming sharper and sharper. She felt like in twenty thousand years at most, no, maybe ten thousand, she’d succeed in bringing her bloodline back to its origin. But, even that prospect was nowhere near as exciting to her as seeing her master move for the first time in eons.

The old man started laughing, he laughed so hard that his milky white, blinded eyes shone with a fierce light.

“Enough!” He roared.

The enemy army flinched. The old man had sat there for millions of years as this battle raged on, but now he said enough? What the hell was happening?

“Did you not here me?” The old man stood from his chair, an overwhelming pressure sweeping outward and shattering the battlefield.

Thousands of immortals fell from the skies, coughing up blood as red liquids dripped from their seven orifices.

“I, Abraxas Jafari, have spoken. If you don’t want to die… LEAVE MY SIGHT NOW!”

Would a war being fought for millions of years really end just like this? How could that be?…

Yet, that was what happened. Without a hint of dissatisfaction, thousands fled with their tails between their legs… The Monster of Samsara had awoken, and no one dared cross him…

Moments later, the first person to make it to his side was, of course, the First White Mother. The confusion was clear on her face, she couldn’t understand what was happening.

She knew more than anyone else how powerful her Master was. Even if he had one foot in the grave, by his terms, that still meant millions, potentially billions more years of life. This was a man who had lived trillions of years, it was no wonder despite having such an astronomical amount of time left, he still felt as though he was on his death bed. A million years to him was the equivalent of telling a mortal they only had an hour left to live…

However, before she could speak, he spoke first.

“Let the Immortal Plane know that this is as I have decreed it. The war of the Chaos and Balanced Path will be fought on the Mortal Plane.”

First White Mother’s eyes opened wide along with the others. Had she just heard correctly?

“Master, but third –“

“Speak no more.” The old man waved his hand. “And heal those ghastly injuries, you’ve always been too masochistic.”

Seeing his precious disciple still looking at him like a senile old man, Abraxas shook his head. “The battle we’ve had with chaos has always been a problem of the mortal plane. We weren’t right to interfere in the first place.”

“But –“

The old man shook his head. “I know. Their side is interfering, even sending one other own to mortal plane. However, this only happened because of our initial mistake. Your First Brother is too kind…”

What Abraxas said was correct. The threat of the end of the universes was always a mortal plane issue. The immortal plane was as stable as ever and was continuously thriving. In fact, many speculated that this was simply the will of the universe… Maybe the mortal plane was just a test to elevate humanity to the immortal plane and those that weren’t worthy enough to make it would simply be wiped from history…

Although his first disciple had taken it upon himself to change this tide… Maybe that wasn’t the right way.

Because his died, that led to Abraxus’ third disciple getting involved in such a fierce way, seeking revenge with even the universe itself… To think that such calamitous events began due to kindness… Ironically, it was due to kindness on both sides…

It hurt the First White Mother to listen to her Master – no, she had long begun seeing Abraxus as her father – refer to her third sibling as “one of their own”… But, she could only lower her head and accept the reality of things.

If her father stopped the war… That meant someone capable of carrying her First Brother’s legacy had appeared…

But could he really succeed where he had failed? First White Mother trusted her First Brother far too much to ever believe that someone could ever be better than him…

To her, the moment her Master made this decision was the moment the Mortal Plane was doomed for destruction.