Book 10: Chapter 60: Havoc (3)
In the end, Anak was still a True God. After having the situation explained to him, even he was willing to kill Chrysanthemum himself. However, Dyon believed that even the victim in question wasn’t aware of her involvement in all of this.
The more Dyon observed Anak’s body, the more impressed he began. Such a technique… Whoever created it was a genius beyond words!
Was this really the same Titan Clan Emperor Angelus said were made of nothing but meat heads who lost the route of innovation?
No… It wasn’t yet certain that the Mist Clan was tied to the Titans. But even then, Dyon was 99% sure.
“… This dual cultivation technique uses an understanding of the body deeper than I can imagine. It slowly shifts the alignment of the blood vessels, forming an array within the body. This happens over the course of several years, decades, maybe even centuries.
“At the same time, it gives benefits good enough that the victim would be completely unaware until its too late to change.
“The reason I didn’t notice immediately is because I’m not familiar with the structure of your bodies and how they’re meant to be. But the problem became obvious after I compared your meridian pathways to that of your father and other family members.”
Dyon had seen this sort of seal before, one that directly used the human body as its medium. Back then, he had to sever all of Yandevere’s meridians before she was set free of the Golden Crow Sect’s control.
Anak’s situation was even more sinister. This time, the technique didn’t use the meridians, but the blood vessels. Severing one’s blood vessels was far more life threatening than severing one’s meridians. This made the technique almost impossible to overcome.
Anak clenched his fists, his body trembling with rage.
He was a True God! His future was limitless! Yet these bastards actually wanted to ruin his life for their schemes… Fuck them!
As he listened to how troublesome his situation was, Anak only seemed capable of trembling fiercer.
“If you want revenge, the plan will have to change…” Dyon said after a moment of thought. “… First, announce that Anak will be going into closed door cultivation and won’t appear for a while. I believe that Anak was born with the highest angel blood density of your Emperor Giant Clan, correct?”
Emperor Angelus nodded.
“If Anak was of any other race, I would have to spend a bit of time to cure him. But since he has angel blood, curing this is as easy as flipping over a hand. I simply have to awaken his wings.
“The shift in his meridian pathways will disrupt his blood vessels as well. After all, the body is interconnected in all sorts of ways. This will effectively “reset” his state.
“Following this, when you dual cultivate with Chrysanthemum, you’ll need certain measure to protect yourself from this change occurring again. Of course, I will help you with this.”
Anak grit his teeth, but in the end, he took a deep breath and lowered his head.
“Thank you!” He said firmly.
Dyon smiled and waved his hand. This really was no big deal for him. In fact, the Emperor Giants actually made his future preparations far easier.
“Once Anak comes out of closed-door cultivation, he will be a true angel! Do no hide this. In fact, I believe this will only benefit us more. Simply say that Anak experienced a breakthrough in his bloodline, allowing him to become a true angel in the greatest sense.
“When that time comes… I don’t believe the Mist Clan will be able to continue to sit idle. They will definitely take control of Anak immediately following this. Anak will then become our valuable trump card on the inside…”
The Emperor Giants looked at Dyon with a hint of fear in their eyes. They suddenly understood the scariest thing about this man wasn’t his strength… but his mind!
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The years continued to tick by. Dyon felt that his preparations were nearing perfection. The day the Ancient Battlefield descended would be the day he bathed the Titans and the Mortal Plane in blood!
The man who seemed to have the world in the palm of his hand, though, was relaxing with a calm expression on his face.
Some days, he would spend time with daughter, diligently guiding and teaching her. Other days he would play around with his wives, dual cultivating with them to increase their strength and also showering them with tender love and affection. And still yet other days, he would torture his disciples with an evil grin on his face, becoming the nightmare that haunted their dreams.
Soon, Little Alauna’s 21st birthday came and went and Dyon sharpened his battle intent once more.
His gaze turned toward the 99 universes, a fire lighting in his heart. He had given them too many years of peace. The idea of having a ticking time bomb sitting right beside his Mortal Alliance didn’t sit well with him. Why not go wreak some havoc?
Maybe Dyon was the only man in existence conceited enough to claim he could do such a thing alone. But he truly did have the capital to be this arrogant! He would make the 99 universes his playground!
And, while he was doing that, why not also make his Master happy and pick up a Celestial Deer Sect Legacy along the way?
It had been too long since he let loose.
He enjoyed spending endless days with wives, drowning in pleasure. But, that other side of him still existed… The side of him that saw the bloody battlefield of his first campaign all those years ago, yet grinned like a madman.
In Dyon’s mind, the strongest man to ever exist would always be his father. At the end of it all, he was still the mighty General Sacharro’s son! He felt the most alive on the battlefield!
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