Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 82: Soft (3)

“What?” Dyon blinked innocently.

Saru and Lilith could only look toward each other and then sigh. They found Dyon’s actions to be a bit too abrupt and cruel, but it seemed that he still hadn’t forgiven her for trying to kill him. If there was one thing Dyon definitely was aside from arrogant, it was petty.

“You didn’t give us a chance to see, did you succeed with the world core?”

Dyon grinned.

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Back in the Dark Flame bubble world, three old men were seeing a sight they couldn’t have ever imagined.

The once violent, gaseous space filled with skin, muscle and bone shearing energies had become as docile as a baby lamb. Not only this, but the space had suddenly become the chilliest place in the entire bubble world despite the fact it could only be considered at normal room temperature.

Never had the laws been so clean and organized. Instead of having to battle for every inch, it felt as though the truth behind their existence was welcoming them all in, seeking to invite them to a world beyond their wildest imaginations.

To say that Dyon had given not just the Nightwell Clan, but the entire bubble world the greatest gift they had ever stumbled upon was the underestimation of ages. Just from being in this place for a small while made Berolt feel as though a bottleneck that hadn’t moved in millions of years for him loosen just the smallest bit. It filled him with a feeling that made his previous rage completely collapse.

“Shut the entrance! Now!” Berolt roared to the guards.

Not daring to delay for even a small moment, the loyal guards of the Nightwell Clan immediately jumped into action, surging forward with their nascent soul qi and turning the transparent gears and runes that floated in the air.

At this point, Berolt’s expression was unsightly. He couldn’t decide whether he should be thanking Dyon, or strangling him to death for leaving such a ticking timebomb with him without a single word of explanation. The value of such a thing could not be explained even if he had all of eternity to do so!

Unfortunately, there were too many around who had witnessed this. The members of the Vio Clan were still loitering around the entrance, tending to the half-dead Conan. At the same time, even if they weren’t here, the cat would be out of the bag simply by virtue of the fact Baron and Odelia had been with him during the opening.

He himself hadn’t entered the world core personally in countless years, so had it not been for Odelia, he wouldn’t have even known about it to begin with. Now his only chance was the fact he was the most powerful of them all and the most keenly aware of the changes.

After barely a split moment of thought, he made a decision.

“Die.”

Elder Vio, caught completely off guard, could do nothing as a flaming palm burnt him and the barely holding on Conan to death. To say that those around were shocked was an understatement. Even his own son and daughter-in-law seemed frozen in time.

However, the old pervert turned toward his friends of old.

“Do you two understand?”

These were the only words he said. He didn’t try to give any context, nor did he try to explain himself. He simply let them hang in the air without a word. However, in his mind, he had already resolved himself to attack if they showed even the slightest bit of hesitancy.

But, it seemed like he was right about these two friends of his.

On the Immortal Plane, the Immortal Law Realm was a massive watershed. For every million Immortal Celestials, there was only a small chance that one Immortal Law expert might appear. The difficulty in crossing this last hurdle was far too difficult to many.

At the same time, while it was difficult, the rewards were simply too great. The difference in treatment between the two realms was like night and day. In fact, it wasn’t just about the individual either. This bubble world would undergo a great evolution the moment its first Immortal Law expert was born, allowing their next generations to experience a meteoric growth.

This was why Berolt made such a decision. The Vio Clan was more powerful than them, but this was only because they had two on his level rather than the single one their Nightwell Clan had. Even they didn’t have a single Immortal Law expert.

The moment he broke through… This star segment would be his!

If this wasn’t such an important opportunity, how could Baron dare take the risk of falling out with Pill Sword Mountain?

“Send news back to the Vio Clan and tell them that their people have been killed by the same Venerable Sacharro who the Tier 5 arrest warrant was sounded for. Close off all news related to what happened here today except for the appearance of the Alchemy God and Venerable Sacharro’s involvement.”

Berolt didn’t know if Dyon was a fool, or simply overconfident. But, laying out a path for him to reach that esteemed realm would be the last regret of his life. The Nightwell Clan would surpass the Well Clan of old.

What he didn’t know was that Dyon was simply too soft hearted. If he could balance the world core, he could also just as easily agitate it after he was finished and cause the bubble world to implode. However, he hadn’t done so due to how many innocent lives would be lost under such a thing.

That said… Dyon was no one’s fool. Berolt should have learned this by now.