"Darkness prevails over all
The blood seeps into the ground
The strong slay the weak and stand tall
While the unfortunate are silenced without a sound
The Sage of the Demon Empire is supreme
Unmatched and unprecedented
Unchallenged and without flaw
Immortal and esteemed
He leaves his legacy for only those as evil as he
Only those as ruthless and heartless
Cast away your humanity for strength
Drench the soil in the blood of your enemies
Plant the seed of your life within it
Become the next Sage of the Demon Empire "
A swirling demonic qi overtook the celestial floors. Clashes of red and black pumping through the air as though to descend the world into darkness.
At the helm, a man stood above Peak Gold City with the expression of a lofty ruler. His back as straight as a javelin, his silver-brown hair shifted slightly in the wind, and his two wives to his left and right.
Though many watched in the distance, seeking a way to stop his momentum, to stymie his aura, they chose not to take a step forward in the end.
The Fate of the world seemed to bend around the young man. It felt that no matter what they threw at him, it would be useless… As though even if the Heavens themselves wanted to open up and swallow him whole, it would have to turn back in failure.
The words the young man spoke just hours earlier resounded in their minds.
They were correct. Who among the tower quadrants would want to make an enemy out of him? And if they chose to do so… Wouldn't their only remaining path be death?
Dyon was quite aware that taking over Peak Gold City would cause some dissatisfaction, especially when he was still taking measures to uphold his 30 year promise against those who slighted his Demon Generals in Low Gold City, but he hardly cared. If you had a problem with it, you could try to do something about it, though Dyon doubted there was anyone on the celestial floors who was his match.
He heard that True God Aurum had entered the Pseudo-Dao Realm, making him the third of the Drago-Qilin Land geniuses, but this didn't faze him either.
Dyon knew long ago that human-beast duo path cultivating dragons could enter a humanoid dragon form that allowed them to match regular lower dao experts at the pseudo dao realm, but Dyon already felt he didn't have much to fear from regular lower dao experts.
Of course, Dyon didn't lose his mind in arrogance. He still remembered the savage beating he had taken from those 50 dao experts.
In truth, those black clothed attempted kidnappers were far more powerful. By Dyon's estimation, even though his soul was sealed back then, he believed them to be at the Higher Dao Realm at a minimum. The fact he survived any length of time, although they were restricted to just their bodies and were being careful to not kill Alauna, was a testament to the overwhelming power of his constitution.
Still, this matter put things into perspective for Dyon. Though the differences between celestials was large, the differences between dao expert stages was even larger. If Dyon recalled correctly, the difference between a lower celestial and a peak celestial was still less than the difference between a lower dao expert and a middle dao expert.
The path ahead was still long, and Dyon planned on walking it to the end.
**
"Oh my, he's gotten more powerful again. Isn't this too fast?" Emytheus chuckled, very much expecting Aritzia to message him once more, up in arms about what Dyon had done this time. But, interestingly enough, Aritzia was radio silent. If Emytheus thought about it, this was definitely the longest time Aritzia had spent between contacting him. Maybe the little girl really was doing her best to grow up.
"No matter, he's making my job easier."
Emytheus turned his attention back to the matter at hand.
Currently, he and his band of men were in the wilderness as usual, but their company had an additional individual, an individual one would never expect to appear here. Empress Aspirant Cativa Star, wife of Dao Formation Genius, True God Star.
"Do you have what I need?" Emytheus asked with a knowing smile.
The usually calm Empress Aspirant grit her teeth audibly. She was definitely a world class beauty, even with her features contorted in anger, she still made those within the Brotherhood of Guardians gulp silently to themselves, their eyes recklessly roaming her body.
"Is there a need to be so angry? It isn't as though I asked you to share my bed, I've only asked for a… ticket of sorts."
"… Shameless."
Emytheus knew well that Cativa was just an Empress Aspirant. She had two other competitors for the role of first wife. This sort of bump in the road was enough to throw her far behind in that competition. She couldn't allow Emytheus to act wildly, or else she'd forever be below her fellow sister wives.
"Such harsh words." Emytheus pouted. "Is it my fault the holy Empress Aspirant Cativa was caught in such a fashion? If you hadn't been doing what you were doing… Would you be in this situation? Plus, if I'm correct about your Star Clan… Let's not talk about these matters, I just want a seat at the Conference and I'd rather not waste ten years traveling, you can help me out, right?"
"You set me up!"
Emytheus sighed. "We're all adults here, is there a need for such petty commentary? I did nothing of the sort. But… Even if I had, does it change anything?"
Cativa gripped her small fists, the air around her vibrating wildly for a moment before she forced herself to calm down. Though they were lecherous, she knew better than to underestimate the Brotherhood of Guardians. In such a short time, they had established themselves as the third most powerful force on the Celestial Floors.
