Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 7: 95: Beast Tomes (1)

Book 7: Chapter 95: Beast Tomes (1)

Dyon silently gazed at the Palace entrance. With a thought, brilliant gold defensive array appeared below Zabia and Iaachus’ crystal coffins before also repeating the same process with the remaining four corpses. With Dyon’s array alchemy mastery, this feat was effortless.

When Dyon entered the Palace, his whole body couldn’t help but relax with an overwhelming sense of comfort. In a single breath, the barrier to his 106^th meridian was shattered, steadily filling up with saint energy. If Dyon were to break through to the celestial realm now, he’d be a 6^th order expert!

‘I could breakthrough to the celestial realm in one sitting of a few days here…’

After cultivating in the chaotic space of this universe for so long, Dyon energy manipulation had grown to exponential heights. It was similar to an athlete continuously training with heavy weight vests on before removing them for their big event. The ease to wish he could cultivate was similar to the ease with which he breathed.

As Dyon walked in, what remained of the Demon Sage’s spirit calmly observed him trying to find a flaw, but he could only suck his teeth in anger when he couldn’t find anything obvious and blatant. The heavens really did choose the perfect successor for him.

Other experts would be happy beyond belief. Many of them only lived to pass on their teachings so that they could continue to affect the world’s karma after they passed on. It was this symbolic form of living that those at the top of the cultivation world sought.

However, the Demon Sage was completely different. His original aspiration was to sit atop the world, to become an existence to fundamental and perfect that he was come to exist into infinity… As long as there was a plane to exist within, his name would continue to resonate. But… He failed.

In the end, the Demon Sage Sargeras Pakal became exactly like those old fogies, except his existence was far more pitifully ironic. Whether it be the Demon Generals or Zabia and the Vinum kids, he trained them all, hoping to find someone who could surpass this successor the heavens had chosen for him. It was meant to be his final ‘fuck you’ before he left the world.

He was supposed to stand proudly and laugh at the heavens with an arrogant disdain… “You say this is my successor? Well I spit on that! I’ve found someone far better than you could ever dream of!”

When he had first met Dyon, he had snorted in disdain. Dyon had no ability to energy cultivate, his body cultivation relied on the blood essence of others, and his only talented path was one with the worst battle prowess. How could such a pitiful kid be worthy of him, the Demon Sage? An existence so fearsome that 99 quadrants had to ban together to stop him?!

However, the Dyon before him now had absolutely no flaws. In fact, he was so perfect that the Demon Sage could almost shed tears of shame.

Not only had Dyon somehow managed to gain first grade meridians, his soul was already stronger than the Demon Sage’s had ever been in his entire life. On top of this, he had broken into a path the Demon Sage sought for his whole life but could never find… The Titan Path!

The Demon Sage lacked the courage to face Dyon. He could only stare up and into the skies, the vicissitudes of life escaping him in a single all-encompassing sigh.

Was this the reality of life? Was it truly impossible to go against the heavens? Then what were transcendents? Just fools who the heavens allowed to win? Just little children the heavens found adorable? Inconsequential existences that the heavens allowed to have a small ego stroke?

In fact, didn’t transcendents die eventually anyway? What bullshit immortal plane? They just lived a little longer than us mortals. Maybe there was some mercy in putting us out of our misery sooner rather than later.

By the time the Demon Sage regained his senses, Dyon had already found his hiding place. How could anything hide from his divine sense? Let alone a spirit.

However, Dyon wasn’t paying attention to the Demon Sage at all. Instead, his eyes were trained on the massive marble at the center of the room.

The room itself was completely simple. Lacking the décor of the outside, it was grey and bland. Its only out standing feature was the massive semi-spherical dent at its center, spanning several hundred meters. In fact, it was almost two kilometers in diameter!

This massive space held just one thing: an infernal core!

Dyon’s eyes widened. An infernal core of this size… What kind of beast did it come from! And how was it here?!

“This is the core of this world?” Dyon mumbled to himself.

The Demon Sage snorted with pride, causing Dyon to look at him for the first time.

Dyon wasn’t surprised to find that even after all of these years, the Demon Sage hadn’t lost his sense of self. Usually, spirits, after spending a long time away from their bodies, from become blobs of light like the elvin elders, having forgotten what they looked life. However, the Demon Sage was too prideful and arrogant to ever forget his sense of self.

He was a tall man, standing at almost 2.5 meters tall. His spirit exuded a slight red aura that made him look murderous and illusory… At the same time, his features were handsome, nothing like the ghastly and cloaked figure Dyon met in his Legacy World.

Even in spirit form, the Demon Sage’s bare chest exuded a sense of overwhelming vitality.

“This is the infernal core of a true infernal beast of the half-step transcendent realm!”