Reaper of the Martial World

Book 6: Chapter 315: Gave Up (5)

Dyon understood what he had to do.

When he burned the blood essence to forge a manifestation for himself, it was the equivalent of giving up all of the power his master and his martial uncle had cultivated in their lives. However, that burning was the equivalent of blacksmith hammering away at a piece of ore to only leave its truest essence behind.

Even if Dyon absorbed 100% of their blood essences, it would always be a borrowed power. The disconnect would be even more fierce since Dyon was a human and not a beast.

This was a problem Dyon was facing with the Demon Sage as well. Despite the Demon Sage most definitely having been a first-grade body cultivator in his live, Dyon’s use of his blood essence was only at the mere fourth grade level.

However, this sort of disconnect paled in comparison to the one he would have faced with the blood essence of two beasts. While the situation with the Demon Sage had hope to be rectified in the future, it would be almost impossible to do the same with beast blood.

This was why Dyon’s master said that his mistake actually gave him a greater opportunity. Even his master was shocked by his degree of luck.

The Florence family technique seemed the most lack luster among the three ancient families, but that was only to the misinformed.

While the Mathilde family became war Gods, capable of seeing through the flaws and shattering techniques with a thought. And the Acacia family was capable of absorbing the life force and energies of their enemies. The Florence family technique actually had the ability to create talent!

By using appropriate catalysts, anyone who mastered the Florence family technique would be able to gain abilities that weren’t normally their own. Dyon, who at the time, had little affinity for anything, was able to learn wills he had no business learning to incredibly high levels because of this technique.

On top of that, it could be argued that Dyon was using a pitifully small portion of the Florence family technique’s potential.

What did this all mean? It meant that those two manifestations, one representative and the essence of celestial blood and the other representative of demon qilin blood had become Dyon’s abilities.

What was the highest form of a manifestation? Was it not when the manifestation was mastered to such a high degree that it became a part of your body?

Exactly like how Dyon’s wings etched themselves into his body, allowing them to be used even when his soul was sealed, Dyon had to master these two manifestations to the very same level.

When that happened, Dyon would not only be able to gain two new forms, but he would gain the abilities of the Celestial Deer and Demon Qilin as though he was born a beast. historical

This wasn’t all either.

The process of burning the blood essence had left nothing but the absolute core of both of these bloodlines. This meant that the purity of bloodline Dyon had the chance to gain was identical to the most ancient Celestial Deer or Demon Qilin.

Tracing one’s blood back to their ancestors was something all beasts would stake their lives to achieve. Yet, the Florence family technique actually allowed Dyon to do so! How heaven defying was that?!

Of course, what Dyon’s master knew that he didn’t was that Dyon was incredibly lucky.

Even if one had the Florence family technique, where the hell would they get the sheer amount of blood essence Dyon had? Let alone the blood essence of two incredible ancient family lines.

For one, Dyon had the only original copy of the technique to begin with.

Secondly, One couldn’t accomplish what Dyon had with just a single drop of blood essence. If one tried to catalyze blood essence to reach these same results with a mere drop, there would be no suspense. The blood would have been wasted and the manifestation wouldn’t form.

All of this didn’t even mention the fact that it was impossible to take blood essence by force.

Essentially, Dyon might be the only person in existence who could achieve this result. His good karma was simply overwhelming.

Suddenly, the 25^th White Mother giggled. “You should call your little wives over here. Time is of the essence and you know that the best way to heal a soul is dual cultivation. Entering the Mystical World isn’t the same as going for a stroll. There’s a reason there are such great rewards on the 18^th tier.”

Dyon shook his head. He didn’t like using his wives for cultivation, let alone calling them just to heal himself.

“The meeting got cut short earlier…” Dyon said slightly weakly. “I haven’t put everything in order yet.”

**

For the second time, everyone gathered together once again. After Dyon’s main body had fallen unconscious a few days prior, his clone had immediately ended the meeting to put together some fail-safes, including giving the key to Donari.

This time, however, the meeting was held in the core pavilion. In case anything went wrong again, Dyon wanted to rely on the formations here.

The atmosphere was completely different though. Dyon sat in the middle of the two pillars on a makeshift defensive formation. To his right, Elder Nova was kneeling with his forehead flush against the ground. To his left, Elder Ricci stood tall like a loyal guard, not embarrassed in the least. What did he have to be embarrassed about? The Master he followed forced a dao formation expert into submission.

However, the solemn atmosphere was suddenly cut through by the sound of a delicate and worried voice calling out. “Let me through! Dyon? Where are you?!”