"Will you come with me somewhere?" After handling the matters of Lillianna and Sargeras, Dyon spoke to Amphorae once more.
He had many things that he needed to wrap up before he entered Calming Lake, but none were more important than two in particular: he had to figure out what to do with the Flaming Lily Disciples who were practically sitting on a timer to their deaths, and he also had to finish the matters of the Water Mist Sect.
From what Ri and Dyon were aware of, Jasmine was likely in a horrible situation. In fact, her life and death might be unknown.
In truth, Dyon felt a debt of gratitude toward her. He shouldn't, considering their interactions were a simple business transaction, but Dyon still found it hard to maintain the blunt coldness he would probably need to lead the Mortal Alliance to the pinnacle.
There was a third matter as well that Dyon was trying to decide upon… He just wasn't sure if he should handle it now, or later. And that was the matter surrounding the populations that remained of his mortal realm.
Over the past five to six years, the mortal realm geniuses had been making their mark. Though none of them received the S grade like Giralda's son Ryu, many of them were firmly in the A grade. In fact, Dyon suspected that they were only missing a mental component to becoming S grade.
Dyon came to realize that his own quick adaptation to the martial world wasn't the norm by any stretch of the imagination. Not everyone had a General for a father who had already instilled much of the structures of understanding he would need to succeed in the martial world.
The mortal realm children, even Allura, Sibyl and Kedar who stood above the rest, had too many mental blocks.
It was difficult for them to come to terms with putting their own lives on the line. In addition, harming others and taking lives was sometimes even more difficult.
Concepts of cultivation were difficult for them as well. They came from a world where relaxation was just as evident as hard work, but the hard work of the martial world never seemed to end. There was no such thing as "weekends" nor were there "vacations", the forms of entertainment they were used to were nowhere to be found either. They couldn't understand how those of the martial world dealt with such constant boredom.
Of course, this could be worse than it was. After the mortal realm was destroyed by Matriarch Niveus, many of stereotypically mortal realm things disappeared along with it. But, even with this truth, the difference was too striking.
Dyon needed to figure out a method to deal with this or else the obscene amounts of innate talent those of his mortal realm were born with would be wasted.
To Dyon's question, Amphorae of course nodded, expressing her acceptance by entering Dyon's inner world.
It wasn't long before Dyon reached the teleportation stations of the celestial floors, but he also realized that Water Mist Sect had barred teleportation to their realm…
Luckily, Jasmine could still exercise her right as Palace Master. It was impossible to override her completely, or else the sect rules would become meaningless and the Water Mist Sect would lose all of their accumulated Faith.
"I see you've come."
A weak voice greeted Dyon as he slipped into the Palace completely undetected. This, of course, wasn't due to a concealment array. After all, no matter how irresponsible the Water Mist Sect was, there was no way they'd be incompetent enough to not detect the activation of their own teleportation formation.
However, Dyon was in luck. Firstly, they didn't have the dao experts to spare, so only celestials were stationed around the formation. And secondly, Little Yin's bloodline had awakened. Because Dyon was her anchor, she could take him into her stealth mode and wouldn't have to worry about losing him like she had to with Ri.
As of now, Dyon could hide from pseudo-dao experts with ease. And, if he layered the knife True Weapon Will along with it, it wouldn't be impossible to hide from lower dao experts.
"We have a contract, do we not? You've fulfilled your end, so it's time for me to fulfill mine."
Dyon didn't wear a mask, nor did he change his appearance. By now, though the world might not have guessed it yet, Jasmine definitely knew that Jaws and Dyon were the same person. The matters with Clara occurring at the same time the Sapientia were also interfering here was too coincidental.
"Oh?..." Jasmine replied weakly. "… I'm under no delusions. Your soul is far more powerful than mine though my pride wouldn't allow me to admit it… If you wanted to, you could shatter our contract. Do you really want to uphold a deal with an evil woman like me?"
"…" Dyon looked into Jasmine's tired amber eyes. It seemed she had truly gone through a lot in the past few years. When he boldly scanned her body with his divine sense, he realized her organs were all over the place. But, then again, that rotting might be due to her evil technique and not anything else.
'Lord Husband, it's normally impossible to take someone off the evil path, but… it should be within the purview of the Wings of Blessings. My Holy will can support you too. If we also use the Soul Tome as a final cleanser, to purify her soul, if her will power is strong enough, she can leave this path.'
Even though Dyon heard this, he didn't react right away. He was under the impression that it was impossible to leave the evil path… and maybe it was for someone who didn't have so many heaven defying treasures on hand.
But that wasn't the issue. The issue was that even if Jasmine left the evil path, how could she ever erase what she had done to enter it?
The evil path was not like the devil path. The devil path sounded grating on the ears, but it was no more likely for a person to be evil if they followed this path as opposed to the 'accepted' conventional path. However, the evil path was different. This was a path that necessitated cruelty in exchange for power, and very often, that cruelty was forcibly aimed toward the innocent.
At the same time, Dyon was aware that he wasn't a saint.
