Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 291: Wail (2)

There were a few vital components to this this process. The first was Life Blood. This didn’t refer to true blood, but rather a liquid substance filled with enough vitality to match the blood essence of the person you wished to revive. The stronger that person was the more Life Blood of higher quality you would need.

The second component is the Vital Flesh. Once again, this didn’t refer to true flesh, but rather spiritual ingredients that could match the strength of the spirit’s body when it was alive. historical

The third component was a Runic Vein Master. One needed to lay a map of the veins and meridians of the spirit’s former body. Luckily, both Dyon and Orcus are human, so their maps were identical. The higher cultivation this spirit once had, the greater quality the runic vein and the material it was drawn on needed to be.

The last component was the Spark of Life. This was most definitely the hardest and most expensive ingredient. If it was a clone, it would be enough to use a lesser spark due to the fact the clone could rely on the main body to sustain its existence. But, Dyon didn’t want his clone to have such a flaw. He wanted to make a clone so perfect that even if his main body died, it would live on!

Obviously, Orcus who was reviving his true body prepared the greatest spark of life one could ever ask for: The Sovereign Flame. However, obviously, Dyon couldn’t use this any longer. But… he had other plans.

With a smile, he grunted as he sheered his soul in half. If one was watching as a third party observer, they would be shocked to see that the golden pre-teen boy in Dyon’s mind’s eye split in half, each regressing in age to look about five to seven years old once again.

What Dyon was doing was incredulous. Normally, one would separate more than 5% of their souls away from themselves or else it would become impossible to heal. However, Dyon had the Soul Tome! He wasn’t worried at all. All he could focus on now was the irresistible pain as his divine sense’s range fell from 500 000 km to 250 000 km.

Dyon grit his teeth, withstanding the pain as best he could. Despite the fact his soul was split in perfect halves, it seemed the divine chains that sealed him reacted as though it had long since been prepared for this.

Before Dyon’s eyes, the chains doubled, chaining both halves equally. Yet, Dyon felt that he could still freely move his soul as he pleased… he couldn’t help but wonder just what kind of seal had so much flexibility… it didn’t even feel like a seal at all.

However, Dyon was in too much pain to think about it anymore. Even as a half of his soul slowly exited from his forehead, Dyon brought two fingers to his chest. In the next moment, the first Sovereign Spark was formed.

It floated outward, slowly following Dyon’s lead as he allowed it to enter his still meditating soul.

Dyon wasn’t satisfied with just this. As things stood now, his clone would be too weak.

If others heard Dyon’s words, they would scoff. This clone of Dyon’s, at least the bones, would have the durability of a Higher Existence who specialized in defense. Coupling that with its ability to gain a True Undead body and the idea of it be weak was laughable. However, Dyon still went all out.

The Sovereign Spark entered his half-soul’s chest, filling the gaping hole that once sat there. Then, Dyon took out the Soul Tome once more.

Dyon immediately felt a comfortable feeling quickly dull the pain his soul was experiencing. If things continued at this pace, Dyon was certain that his soul would be whole again in just half a year. This price was definitely worth it.

He flipped the tome open, pausing when he reached a page containing an eerie flame that filled him with discomfort. Maybe the Soul Tome was one of the only vessels in existence that could contain such a flame.

This flame flickered with a black and silver light. It wasn’t as dense as Dyon’s Chaos Flames, but somehow its air wasn’t any less sinister.

Beads of sweat fell from Dyon’s brow. He slowly extracted a single wisp of the flame, allowing it to enter the sovereign spark.

In an instant, the golden flame became agitated. It grew in size, surrounding the black-silver flame and imprisoning it. Only after Dyon saw this did he breathe a sigh of relief. This was something only he would dare to do. If he failed, never mind the sovereign spark, but an entire half of his soul would be incinerated to nothingness. He could only succeed with the help of the Soul Tome that trapped an overwhelming percentage of this black-silver flame.

Dyon didn’t know exactly what this flame was, but he knew it was dangerous. The most corrosive flame on the unique flame rankings was the 11^th ranked Devil Wisp flame, but this black-silver flame put it to shame… That, Dyon was certain of.

In all likelihood, after trillions of years, this mystical world had birthed a new flame by following its own evolutionary path. However, Dyon could only speculate.

Dyon carefully protected his soul. If he allowed it to get too close to Orcus’ skeleton too soon, it wouldn’t be able to survive the death qi.

Just as Dyon was thinking this, his soul didn’t seem to care for his feelings. While he had been focusing on retrieving the next piece he needed, it had somehow already made its way to what remained of Orcus. In fact, it entered his skull, assimilating before Dyon’s stunned eyes.