Chapter 1118 Sinister
A week later, Dyon sat alone the Belmont Family tomb, looking across the endless gra.s.s lands under the shadow of the ma.s.sive hand in the distance.
The last words of the ent.i.ty still reverberated in his mind. "It doesn"t matter whether you join my Chaos Path or not. If I lost to someone of an opposing ideology, that could only mean that I was wrong."
It seemed that even with Dyon protecting that portion of his mind against the ent.i.ty, it was still very clear on the fact that Dyon wasn"t convinced one way or another. However, it didn"t matter.
Dyon touched his chest, completely lost in thought.
Even without being a True Empath, how could Dyon not understand what the ent.i.ty was feeling? If the greatest role model in your life failed, would you blame them for their failure? Or would you blame the method that caused them to fail?
With his current knowledge, Dyon didn"t even have the right to refute the ent.i.ty. Although he understood that his fire half-step dao was profound, even comparing to high level daos, it still wasn"t enough.
After seeing the Origin Source of the ent.i.ty, Dyon realized how large the gap was between him and his supposed enemy.
While they were scrambling around trying to stop his second senior brother from conquering the universe, they didn"t realize to him that a universe wasn"t even enough to power him for an instant.
The remnants of Dyon"s dao heart trembled like dust flying in the wind when he thought back to his split second few of the Origin Source.
"Such a beautiful world was built upon the comprehension of chaos… Beauty in chaos…"
A defensive array appeared below Dyon, slowly raising him into the air as a purple-gold creation array whirled to life, forming what soon became a beautifully finished grand piano.
Dyon"s fingers glided across the keys, lost in thought. But, he didn"t press down, as though he was deciding whether or not he should.
He could remember very clearly the last time he played the piano. It was almost two decades since then by now, during the Focus Academy opening ceremony.
The very first will Dyon unlocked was awoken on then…
That day, Dyon was angered, more angered than he had ever been before up until that point.
At the request of his mother, Dyon had entered the martial world. To him, following that last wish of hers meant more to him than anything else… He would have rather died than fail.
Yet, the moment he stepped into the academy, he was met with staunch opposition. Not only was he forced to hitch a dingy little boat to the back of a silver yacht that had more than enough s.p.a.ce, no one informed him about the importance of the Opening Ceremony.
Should he have failed on that day, the resources he would be allocated in the academy would have been pitiful. As a direct result of that, he would have failed the coming a.s.sessment which would have resulted in him being kicked out.
To Dyon, who knew nothing of the martial world at that time, this was nothing less than cutting off his path to survival.
Even knowing that his actions would only make things worse, Dyon"s arrogance shone through with a ferocity that put the pillar families of the academy on notice. Even if it meant p.i.s.sing them all off, they needed to know that he was there to stay.
"Complexity in the simple… Simplicity in the complex…"
That day was the day Dyon learned the power of wills… It wasn"t just about connecting to a greater power provided by the universe, it was also about what was held in your heart. Relying on solely the will of the universe would make you weak and without a path. However, using the will of the universe to carve out the meaning of your own will… That was the true purpose of cultivation.
Without saying it in so many words, this was a concept Dyon seemed to understand innately. It was largely the reason his will comprehension was so fast… He didn"t blindly worship anyone or anything. To him, the most important things in existence were the things he decided deserved that label…
"Is it still worth it to carve out my path…" Dyon"s long fingers slid silently across the ivory keys. "Is there really a beauty in chaos?... Or is it only a disgusting, cruel end?..."
Dyon"s left hand arched at an elegant and practiced angle even as his eyes sharpened.
In that moment, the air around him stilled, as though the universe itself was holding its breath in excited antic.i.p.ation.
Although Dyon didn"t realize it at the time, there was something decidedly different about his music will… Something that had fundamentally changed since his second trial.
It was impossible to pick up on before because his music will was tainted by his previous biases. But, after his dao heart shattered, all of his original comprehensions floated away along with it… Leaving behind a trace of the essence of the very first music will…
Dyon wasn"t responsible for the creation of music will. Although he facilitated it, the true Empress of Music Will was Amphorae. However, something had changed within him the moment he tried to block the dragon of golden lightning.
"This is where my journey began." Dyon thought, closing his eyes as his fingers flexed. "This is where the answer lies…"
With a thought, Dyon"s fingers pressed down, releasing a forceful and eerie minor chord that caused the hearts of those on Earth to quake.
It was evil… sinister… Chaotic…
The moment Dyon"s hand pressed the keys, the earth quaked, filling a planet riddled with signs of war with an even more ominous feeling.
Dyon had paid little to no intention to his surroundings when he came back. Although this planet was his home, what he had come to know was destroyed while everyone that was important to him followed him into the tower. So, when he came back, especially in the state that he was in, he simply teleported to the Belmont Tombs directly, no one was even aware that he was here.
However, had Dyon simply looked around, he would have noticed the odd atmosphere. The mighty Royal G.o.d Clan of the Belmonts had crept upon some troubled times.
Truth be told, it wasn"t entirely Dyon"s fault that he didn"t notice. Unlike other normal sized planets that were thirty to fifty thousand kilometers in circ.u.mference, at most, Dyon"s home planet of Earth had been expanded by many times that in order to imprison the ent.i.ty, making its circ.u.mference more than a million miles around, a shockingly grand size almost comparable to that of the sun.
Although Dyon"s divine sense had reached nearly 100 000 kilometers, it was still lacking in ability to cover such a distance. Therefore, it was impossible for him to get an accurate gauge of the situation.
One might wonder just how the Belmonts could fall into troubled times when Madeleine"s parents were dao formation experts. Well, the simple answer was that they were no longer here.
After seeing Dyon off with their chosen disciples, they only remained for about half a decade or so, mostly so that Madeleine"s mother could properly guide her disciple, King Belmont.
Unfortunately, a mere 14-year period wasn"t enough time for a celestial to make any large leaps in cultivation. Despite being personally instructed by his master, King Belmont was lacking. Even worse, because of the poor energy concentration of this universe, his progress was pitifully slow.
Despite being a talent that should have been a mid order second grade celestial at worst, King Belmont was a mere low order third grade celestial. Maybe the most depressing part about all of this was that this was a heroic feat when considering the circ.u.mstances. Such an accomplishment in this pitiful environment was a testament to just how talented those born in this universe were.
However, the sad truth was that this was too weak. As a mid celestial, especially of the mere third grade, there was only so much that King Belmont could control. And, unlike those Working Disciples of Dyon"s sect who planned to take targeted cultivation cleansing pills to fall back to the meridians formation realm from the essence gathering realm, this process was impossible for those who had undergone a tribulation.
Well, that isn"t exactly true. It was possible for a saint to fall back to the essence gathering realm, or a celestial to fall back to the saint realm, but there was a hefty punishment and risk many weren"t willing to take.
One"s tribulation wasn"t just a punishment, it was also a blessing for those who used it appropriately. However, taking part in this blessing multiple times was a huge taboo for the universe.
If one who had already pa.s.sed their saint tribulation falls from the celestial realm using a pill and attempts to re-cultivate, the tribulation"s ferocity would increase to unimaginable levels! The worst part was that this increased difficulty would continue onward for the celestial tribulation, and the dao formation tribulation!