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Chapter 1475 Oh...
Chapter 1475 Oh...
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Dyon stared up into the skies, his knees trembling.
He silently laughed to himself. He had been hearing about this so-called Faith for years now. In fact, the first time he heard of it was back when he first entered the Elvin Kingdom.
Back then, Ri had been explaining to him the purpose behind campaigns and why they were fought. It was then that Dyon learned about the ranks of Clans and Sects and how larger, more established territories gained the benefit of more Faith support from their ancestors… It was also then he learned about Faith Seeds and how mighty warriors of the past who gained the acknowledgement of the Heavens could pass on their Legacy…
But, this was the first time Dyon had ever faced it. He couldn't help but feel like it was an endless ocean tide, continuously smashing into loose sand. It was obvious… He had severely underestimated the power of Faith. If before Dyon believed that the only reason no one had ever built an Emperor God Clan in a single lifetime was because of lack of information, now he believed he had found a second, even more profound reason…
How could a single man, with an accumulation of just one lifetime, face up against the hopes and dreams of countless powerful men?
Each and every one of the dozens of robed Ancestors staring down at Dyon now were men who reached the pinnacle of cultivation on the mortal plane, and each one of them looked down on Dyon with disdain and disregard.
How dare you, a puny speck of dust, not even carrying the faintest trace of prestige and might, offend our descendant?
It didn't matter what the story was, nor did it matter how talented Dyon was. His ancestors were trash, so therefore he was trash!
Dyon's parents were normal mortals who couldn't even live out their full lives. Dyon's grandparents were four individuals he only had the faintest memories of, but they too were no more than mere mortals. Dyon's great grandparents had long since turned to dust before he was even born.
To these men who stood in the skies, Dyon was an ant they could crush whenever they saw it fit!
Diasho Ken's uproarious, maddening laughter filled the valley.
"The dignity of the Diasho Clan will never be trampled upon! Certainly not by the likes of you!"
His body looked like a flaming torch of golden light, the outline of his frame could hardly be made out at all. The power of faith continued to descend, healing his wounds and filling him to the brim with power.
"Heh." Dyon didn't even spare Diasho Ken a glance, instead, his head slowly raised, fighting through the pressure that threatened to send his body piercing through the earth.
He realized now that this was the world he had promised to make bow down before Mia and Bella's grave, a world that was so far beyond his comprehension it seemed laughable that he would say something so clearly insane.
Dyon found it impossible to circulate his energy. Whatever strength his body had left him. Even the illusory sword he held in his hand seemingly wanted to shatter. With each passing moment, it became more and more difficult to maintain its existence.
Dyon closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
'Why hasn't True God Sacharro released his own Clan's Faith?'
After the initial shock, many began to wonder this. With how powerful Dyon's Clan should be, why would he hesitate to release his Faith? Did he really believe he could fight against Faith alone? Or was it something hidden they didn't know about…
Doubts began to creep into the minds of those present.
One had to understand that fighting someone with Faith without having Faith of your own was like trying to defeat a dao expert as a celestial. It was simply foolish. Everyone seemed to understand this truth but Dyon himself.
Many simply wanted to see the might of the Sacharro Clan. Just how powerful was the Clan that could produce a genius on Dyon's level? It must be several levels above the Diasho Clan, no?
Those who had come to attack Dyon's prestige frowned, their thoughts spinning to overdrive.
"Come accept your death!" Diasho Ken roared, shooting forward like a streaking star. In the darkness his Faith cast the world in, he was the only source of blinding light.
In that moment, Dyon's eyes opened, his humanoid manifestation shimmering into existence. With the blinding light in the distance, everyone saw a stark contrast. On one side, there was a swath of golden robed deities, but on the other, there was a man who rose to their heights with an arrogant, piercing gaze.
"Today…" Dyon's voice carried over the whole of the lower tier. "… You die."
The six halos of flaming black gold circled to his manifestations back. In the next instant, the Crown rotated to the very top.
Pulsing rays of black gold light bloomed outward. For a moment, Dyon gained the faintest control over his body. It felt like it was but for a moment, before it was crushed under the pressure of the Ancestor Diasho, but it was just enough.
His energy was swapped with Light Type qi in an instant, his body shifting forward at inconceivable speeds.
Diasho Ken was shocked that Dyon could even move without releasing his own Faith, he had sought to take advantage before Dyon could get a chance to. Who would have known that Dyon's body would suddenly skyrocket to over 20 meters tall in an instant? He even thought he saw a lush land of grass and blue skies appear for a split second before it all disappeared.
His vision of the world was slit and half. Confusion colored his face for a moment before he understood. "Oh… I'm dead."
The auspicious appearance of the Ancestor Diasho suddenly came to an abrupt end. Confusion colored the faces of those watching even as the skies lightened. However, their answer for what happened soon came in a beam of light.