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Book 7: Chapter 163: Divine Pulse (3)

When Dyon ate the Divine Pulse pill, he had been fully prepared for a possibility where he had to once more reconstruct his inner world. However, he had taken a calculated risk.

The truth of the matter was that Dyon’s individual strength wasn’t worth much in this world as it stood now. Aside from his divine sense that gave him a vast advantage, it could only be said that his ‘fist’ wasn’t very large.

So, Dyon weighed a few things. On the one hand, there was the possibility of having his cultivation sealed once more, but on the other hand, there was the possibility of gaining the strength he needed to make a difference now.

No one understood his own combat prowess more than Dyon. But even though it increased explosively, fighting a first grade middle celestial would put him in keen danger. Although he had a certain confidence in victory, he was certain that it would require risking his life.

However, one needed to understand just how valuable even a half order difference made. In the martial world, it was akin to heaven and earth.

So, Dyon took a risk. He knew that his inner world was modeled after the structure of his meridians, so he knew that reconstruction was inevitable. But, what he banked on was that Evangeline’s energy – the vast reservoir he had gained after dual cultivating with her – would make its presence known once more.

The truth was that after shattering the first three seals left by Evangeline, the soul energy was the only one of them that Dyon absorbed fully. The remaining energy and body qis were sealed away by him. This was why Dyon’s bodily strength hadn’t improved at all at the time and also why his energy cultivation stopped at the peak essence gathering realm back then.

Over time, Dyon came to forget about them. It wasn’t that he didn’t know it would make his life easier, but the series of events that occurred resulted in him believing that it was better if he cultivated the conventional way.

For one, when Dyon entered Chaos Universe, it was a great moment for him to gain a higher level of energy control by cultivating with its chaotic mess of qi. This ended up benefiting Dyon greatly. In fact, he had already mastered all of the energy manipulation techniques up to the peak common grade that his master required of him.

Secondly, when Dyon trained with the Demon Sage, he found that he couldn’t bring himself to break through to the celestial realm. Something was telling him that he should wait. So, he once more put off using them.

As for why he didn’t use his body qi, it was because he had decided to focus on refining his body first. This would increase his foundation instead of raising his cultivation, which he was satisfied with. Once he felt he couldn’t refine his body any more without increasing his cultivation, only then would he use it.

But now, the fact he hadn’t used these energies had become a blessing.

A pleasant feeling overwhelmed Dyon as his Divine Pulse slowly formed, vibrating his meridians as though giving him a massage.

At first, he panicked. He could already sense his cultivation technique attempting to seal off his soul and energy once more, but that was when he unleashed what he had hidden within his Seal.

Suddenly, an unprecedented flow of energy erupted within his inner world. Due to the fact the base of his world was constructed with Primordial Energy, it was no surprise that every bit of this energy was needed as the land exploded forth. It was now that the vast difference of just a single order was seen…

Before, Dyon’s inner world had been barely 100 meters across. It wasn’t until after his mind’s eye doubled in size that it somehow reached 1000 meters. Of course, this was mystery tied to the sovereign crown of his manifestation, a secret Dyon would have to slowly unveil. But, the truth of the matter was that this 900-meter added length was incredibly frail.

One’s inner world was meant to be built upon the strength of all three paths. However, these additional 900 meters were added solely due to Dyon’s overwhelming soul. How could it be as sturdy as its center?

The exterior of Dyon’s inner world shattered under the might of the change as though reading Dyon’s mind, crumbling and coalescing into a tighter formation.

In that moment, pulses of divine light descended. What once was a cracked, infertile land was given the breath of life.

Dyon didn’t understand it now, but his inner world had been unable to give way to life before because the saint energy used to construct it was too inferior. All it could do was sustain an already birthed life, it couldn’t grow or give birth to life itself. However, as Dyon stepped into a boundary that was neither wholly sainthood, nor wholly the celestial realm, he touched upon this ability, albeit to a limited extent.

Within Dyon’s inner world, as his land crumbled from 1000 meters to just above 120 or so, his manifestation made its arrogance known.

Just what did it mean to have a humanoid manifestation? Up until now, the greatest benefit Dyon had been given were his wings. Due to the fact his manifestation represented the pinnacle of arrogance, it projected a lofty expectation unto its owner. It was through this that Dyon was given the abilities of an angel despite never having had their bloodline to begin with. And, although unknown to him, this was also how he was given the abilities of an elf despite never having had their bloodlines either!

Why was it that he had wings? Why was it that mastering the Elvin ancient bloodline techniques as easy as breathing to him? Why was it that his soul manifested itself as though it, itself was a sprite?! How was it that Dyon was able to bend his constitution to his will, forcing it to give him a small body even in the face of having to skip over so many levels? Why was it?

In the end, it all centered around the majesty of his manifestation and the depth of his soul talent. Each and everything centered around this one fact.

So, how did Dyon’s manifestation react when he suddenly took a pill that would raise him to entire other level? How did it react knowing its wielder took a pill that others would have to risk their lives to make use of?

It snorted, an arrogant disdain for the world overwhelming the medicinal effects of the Divine Pulse pill.

In that moment, not one, not two, but nine meridians formed simultaneously.

An ungodly amount of power stormed into Dyon’s body, tearing the molds that had been set and reconstructing new ones. The pain was oddly similar to the first time his wings were etched into his back…

For the first time in billions of years, an expert with 117 meridians had been born.