"Normally the abilities of one's spatial will is restricted to certain facets. For example, there are spatial attack specialists, defensive specialist, and movement specialists. However, your profundity is such that your spatial will embodies them all." Dyon's master spoke as he charged through the 8th tier.
"One of the reasons spatial wills aren't categorized as supreme laws is exactly because of this. Its abilities are too restricted and the laws of the universe limit what it could possibility do."
Dyon flashed forward hundreds of meters, his Weapon's Hell Arrays following him and unleashing barrage after barrage of unceasing attacks.
"The reason Void will is on a level above is because of its devastating attack potency. Even beyond spatial tears, void tears don't simply cut. Comparing space will with void will is like comparing a flame without characteristics to another with several.
"However, these things go hand in hand. While spatial will could never match void will in attack potency, void will can never match spatial will in controlled space manipulation.
"Essentially, void will is meant to cause destruction, to act as a blackhole of sorts that can tear something apart from its deepest hidden levels. While it can imitate spatial will by using these abilities to tear apart space, it's only that, an imitation.
"By that same token, spatial will can communicate with the surroundings to tear space as well, but its efficiency is far better.
"The best way to describe it is that both wills are specialized tools that happen to be able to do other things, but, for obvious reasons, they're the best at doing what they're meant to do."
Dyon listened silently.
These characteristics of void will were probably responsible for why Ri could use those mini cyclones as meridian replacements. It seems void will had characteristics of destruction and strong gravity akin to a blackhole. It was no wonder that it was categorized as a supreme law.
At the same time, though, if the profundity of Dyon's spatial will was analyzed, it would likely be on par with a supreme law as well. Although it fell short of void will in terms of attack potency, it won out in terms of versatility.
Plus, if Dyon fused his spatial will with his sword will, its attack potency would increase another level much closer to the destructive capabilities of void will.
"However, your use of spatial will in combat is terrible!" Esmeralda chided. "You've completely neglected your movement techniques just because you're content to teleport around the battlefield for extra style points.
"For one, you're wasting an unnecessary amount of stamina. If it wasn't for the fact your soul was so far beyond anything most celestials would have, you wouldn't be able to account for such a cost. Still, just because you can do something, doesn't mean you should.
"Secondly, you lack control and flexibility. You should be using your spatial will as a supplement to your movement, not as the core attraction."
"Understood." Dyon's eyes lost their luster as they began to glow with a faint gold light.
Currently, Dyon had experienced three depths of selflessness. However, he could only access the first freely, while the remaining two were too taxing.
The first state was an emotionless late, making it inherently flawed. Although mindlessly cultivating was good, cultivation was inextricably linked to one's disposition. Becoming emotionless was usually detrimental to an end that almost always required understanding oneself. Even for techniques that required being emotionless, the profundity usually lied in the process of casting away emotions. If you skipped that step, learning the technique was meaningless.
The second state was the reason Dyon's cultivation had finally unsealed. It allowed selflessness without losing one's disposition. It gave an added level of clarity that sped up Dyon's cultivation by tens of times the first state. However, the drain on his mental energy wasn't something Dyon could handle just yet.
The third state was so devastating that it could only be sustained by life force. Of course, even if Dyon wanted to enter this state again, he would be unlikely to succeed. Although the results were truly heaven defying, the cost was equally as great. Dyon estimated that he had lost almost 20 000 years of life in this state. Even he didn't know exactly why he was still alive.
That said, with Dyon's intelligence, how could he not suspect Luna? Still, he forcibly suppressed those thoughts because unlike Amphorae… He would never see Luna again…
Dyon slipped into the first state almost as an escape. At least with it, he wouldn't have to think about such sad things.
By now, he could maintain this first state for three hours. The good news was that although it wasn't as powerful as the two others, it not only helped his comprehension, but also his fighting prowess.
The more techniques Dyon mastered, the more he started to see what final destination his master envisioned.
The seamless flow between various weapons and styles, the unpredictable nature of his approaches, and the seemingly endless responses to the toughest of situations. It felt as though he had an answer to whatever obstacle he faced.
Soon, Dyon had made his way to a very familiar set of pearly white stairs to once more find a very angered black striped white tiger, no longer nonchalantly laying in rest, but suffused with a clear unbridled anger and killing intent.
Dyon laughed, strolling toward the growling tiger with a wide smile on his face with a spear weighing more than a million jin sitting on his shoulder.
"To think you'd still be so mad after seven losses. Maybe the eighth time's the charm."
The white tiger growled, clearly not liking Dyon's words one bit.
According to its duties, its original body had split its soul 19 total ways. One was within his main body, while the remaining 18 guarded the various entrances to the tiers. However, this seemingly simple task had become nothing more than a nightmare.
Even when boosting its attack power to account for the "group" Dyon was in, it still wasn't enough. Dyon would end up using it like a punching bag to hone his skills and even berate the white tiger when it wasn't good enough. For the esteemed position it held, how could the white tiger tolerate this?
"You'd better go all out this time," Dyon said casually, "Because I don't plan on giving you a ninth chance. After this, I'll go directly to the 18th tier."
Dyon swung the spear from his shoulder, brandishing it as a fierce light shone in his eyes.
He had learned a few things since he began this climb. The 18 tiers weren't actually a fixed exam. The flexibility of the battle prowess of the stair guardians made it clear that the challenge was adjusted depending on the person.
The number of people climbing the stairs at one time was only a single factor. It also seemed that the guardian decided the difficulty of the exam as well.
Dyon had evaluated the guardian's prowess as being at the God level, but short of the True God level. Technically, True God wasn't a rank to its own, but rather a subset of Gods that stood above the rest due to their overwhelming results on the trials. Still, Dyon knew there was a distinction.
The reason this was important was because the 'God' difficulty was the highest the guardian was allowed to present to Dyon as there was no 'True God' difficulty. Meaning, the White Tiger gave Dyon the God difficulty because he sensed that it was the difficulty Dyon earned.
If Dyon was correct, if he continued to climb the stairs and passed all 18 levels, there would be the corresponding 'God' reward. However, he had no intention of doing so, mostly because he was quite aware that he wasn't strong enough. After all, as his master had said, this test was only meant to be passed by peak celestials. In his current state, it took Dyon's everything to defeat a normal mid level celestial, let alone a first-grade mid celestial.
Unfortunately, now that he had reached the 8th tier, that was exactly the prowess the white tiger now held. After all, no god level character would be below a first-grade level.
Still, Dyon fighting spirit reached an all time high. He wouldn't allow anything in this world to stop if, if he did, he wouldn't be Dyon Sacharro.
