Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 276: Four Color (5)

Dyon was so enraptured by the changes in his body that he completely forgot about everything around him.

His fist shot forward. It was an absolute normal fist without any celestial qi or even his full strength, yet what happened afterward was inconceivable.

Space shattered like glass, flying around like the remnants of a destroyed window. Flecks of grey and black flew, unable to withstand his strength.

Dyon paused, looking at his fist like it wasn’t even his own. That punch was only about 50% of his strength. In fact, more accurately, it was only 50% of his purely physical strength without the support of blood manipulation or qi, yet it shattered space.

One had to know that back in Dyon’s home universe, he was capable of shattering space with his all-out attacks. However, this was being qi in general was incredibly scarce in his home, thus following that spatial qi was limited. As a result, space was very unstable.

However, this matter was completely different in other quadrants, especially for the top ranked quadrants. In those cases, even a dao formation expert might not be able to shatter space with an attack.

Of course, it had to be considered that this was a mystical world. In addition, it was on the verge of collapsing entirely due to Orcus’ death. It would still last a few more weeks, but it was already a shell of its former self. The only reason it was still here was because Dyon had yet to claim Orcus’ legacy.

Still, even with this being true, Dyon was certain that even without using his spatial will, as long as he attacked with everything he had, even the space of the 4^th ranked quadrant would shatter.

This may sound like a useless ability, but this wasn’t the case at all. The ability to ignore space was incredibly important for becoming a dao expert. Many of the abilities of a dao formation expert existed outside the bounds of physics, only by being able to shatter space would one be able to use them. This was also just one of the reasons why divine grade techniques and above weren’t able to be mastered by those below a certain level aside from not having enough qi to sustain it.

Dyon suddenly understood why the Sovereign Flame was such a sought after treasure. While to the less informed, it seemed as though his Presence had disappeared, the reality was that not only had it perfectly fused with his body, it had become far more potent. Dyon’s every action was filled with majesty and Presence.

This wasn’t as simple as a multiplication of power. Simply put, Dyon’s opponents would have to have far greater cultivation than him to even stand a chance. If Dyon wanted to, he could already shatter more of Evangeline’s seals.

In addition, as things stood now, the restrictions on Dyon were almost non-existent. Rules that bound others had no way of shackling him. It was as though his Presence fusing with him made him an overlord of the Laws of the Heavens. If his Presence reached a high enough level, he could ignore even the most hard-set rules of the Heavens!

Dyon couldn’t help but think of Eli. On the day he reached God level Presence, he’d be able to remove the shackle on his friend.

Although Eli never complained, Dyon knew that he worked very hard to prove his usefulness. Although Dyon never saw Eli as a person to be used, Eli refused to be a burden… In a world where power spoke volumes over everything, it was difficult for Eli to accept that he would never be able to properly cultivate in his lifetime.

Dyon’s fists clenched. One day he’d release Eli of his shackles. historical

In the back of his mind, Dyon was faintly aware that the Sovereign Flame would only have such a big effect if taken before entering the celestial realm. This was because upon entering the celestial realm, one would undergo a major transformation. It was almost as though the Heavens were providing you with a portion of its strength so that you could monopolize an area of its territory.

However, the moment you relied on the Heavens to help you step onto the path of Godship, you had already lost the War. Even if you tried to retreat, it was too late.

‘The Heavens really are just an evil loan shark…’ Dyon thought with disdain.

Breaking this restriction would be as impossible as a Heaven’s Child leaving the umbrella of the Heavens. Since they couldn’t do it even with their overwhelming talent, how could others do it?

The Heavens had really pissed Dyon off this time. Without the Lightning Willow mask, his death would have been absolutely certain this time. He was in no state to withstand 81 strikes of the four-colored lightning.

‘Hm?..’ Dyon suddenly realize that his crown manifestation was shining more brightly. Before he could think about it any more, he suddenly realized that just a meter in front of him stood an absolute beauty with tears running down her delicate cheeks.

“You finally realized that I’m here?” Madeleine said weakly.

Dyon felt a pang in his heart. With a single step, he crossed the distance that separated them and took her into his arms. He didn’t know how he could forget something so important.

Madeleine giggled lightly, wrapping her slender arms around his broad back. It seemed Dyon had grown taller again, now standing at 6’8.

“Put on some clothes, pervert.”