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Book 11: Chapter 77: Lower Garments (1)

Dyon stood with his back as straight a javelin, his gaze both figuratively and actively burning.

There wasn’t a challenge that existed that left Dyon with a helpless feeling. Still, he wasn’t expecting the leap from quadrant suppression to world suppression to be so drastic.

Then again, when he thought about it… It all made sense.

In the past, the strongest quadrant suppression that could exist would be in Star Grade Empires. However, with the severe lack of quadrants left in the Mortal Plane, one might barely be able to form a single Star Grade Empire if all quadrants were conquered at once.

This was the main reason there was such a disparity. Dyon had yet to experience what Star, or more importantly, Peak Star Grade suppression felt like. How could there not be a massive difference?

What was more shocking though were the words of those three men…

Didn’t they say something about not being able to cultivate past the Dao Formation Realm? Why would something like that be? Could it be that this world had some sort of artificial cap?

Dyon’s thoughts ran at lightning speed.

‘Is it like the mortal plane? It has a cultivation cap as well… The Higher Existence Realm… But, it isn’t as though there is a hard cap… If one surpasses it, they move on to the immortal plane. But what would happen if no immortal plane existed?’

The more Dyon thought, the more serious he became. If he was correct, then that meant that this world he was in currently was even lower in level than the mortal plane he was born on. Yet, its suppression was actually so severe?!

What Dyon didn’t know was that these small worlds all had this sort of protection. Immortals couldn’t enter this place even if they wanted to. Unless… Unless you were an Immortal powerful enough to ignore these rules.

At the very least, the lowest Essence Immortals had no ability to enter this place. Only Immortal Saints might be able to forcefully tear through this world’s protection.

The stronger a world, the exponentially stronger a person needed to be to tear through its protections…

Dyon pulled out the Dragon King. Its body was just as beautiful as ever, crackling with blackened flames and etched in the scales of a dragon.

Looking at its broad body, Dyon couldn’t help but sigh, remembering another broad sword that had been resting in his inner world for over a century already. That broad sword happened to be Little Rain’s chosen vessel. But, for whatever reason, the little guy hadn’t woken up ever since he absorbed the newborn flame sprite.

Though it was a bit unconscious, Dyon found that he was leaning more and more toward the sword. He had never felt one weapon was superior to another before, but he somehow instinctually picked out the sword more and more often.

‘Why is that…’ He wondered silently to himself.

The three voices had stood frozen before Dyon’s words. It had already been several seconds since Dyon spoke. But, for whatever reason, they had yet to act.

“Tell me I’m seeing things…”

“…”

“I SAID TELL ME I’M SEEING THINGS!”

The voice that seemed hell bent on killing Dyon was the first one to speak. He sounded like a man who had lost his mind completely, unable to formulate sentences that made sense.

“It can’t be…”

“WHO ELSE CAN BURN THEIR SOULS AS THEY PLEASE?!”

“How could you possibly say something like that? There are trillions upon trillions of worlds alone in the cosmos. Only a fool would say something like that with such certainty!”

Dyon’s brow furrowed. “Stop wasting my time!”

His voice was so cold that it even shocked himself partially. He had been enraged before, but this seemed different from that. It really seemed as though he was pissed not because of their words, but rather because he truly felt they were unworthy of wasting even a second of his life.

The voice choked on his words. A violent cough soon ensued.

“… He has to die… He must die… No matter what… Release them… Release them now!”

The loud sounds of an ancient gear mechanism sounded as one of the four massive gold double doors began to slowly open.

Clanking armor and footsteps filled the spherical hall.

A singular black armored warrior riding upon a magnificent, armored horse strode into sight from the deep, dark abyss hidden behind the door. It was only then Dyon registered that what he had heard weren’t footsteps, but rather the clopping hooves of a steed.

Dyon’s frown deepened. He had never seen a beast so powerful that also managed to retain such a small size. Only the celestial babies were capable of freely changing their size as this was an ability of the celestial beast bloodline. But, they did so as a hit to their overall strength in exchange for convenience.

However, this horse radiated celestial realm strength, but was only the size of any other normal horse.

What was more damning was that despite the fact it and its rider were only of the celestial realm, Dyon felt a keen pressure coming from them. This could only mean one thing… This world suppression had actually lowered his strength by more than a full cultivation realm?!

“Ha…” A sigh escaped Dyon’s lips. “… Come!”

The words had hardly left Dyon’s lips when the horse and its knight charged.