Secondly, Dyon's soul talent was on another level. Though others of his race could receive the same benefits by making use of the additional meridian and blood vessel pathways of their brain, only his soul would make the benefits so much more pronounced.
From what Dyon noticed, Little Alauna grew very tired after her "pretty halo" disappeared. The same was true for Clara. However, Dyon's soul stamina seemed practically endless.
After teasing apart what he thought was much of that foundational secrets of his new meridians, Dyon began to diligently cultivate. The whole of Soul Universe fell into a tranquil quiet, completely focused on the coming months ahead.
With the great boost his [Devour] received, Luna's help, not to mention receiving his true energy cultivation talent back, Dyon's cultivation speed skyrocketed.
Dyon purposefully entered the Ancient Battlefield along with Luna. He knew cultivating here would be slower, but it would also make his foundation incredibly sturdy.
With Luna's help, Dyon's past mistakes were fixed one after another. He felt as though his strength had increased by almost 20% without even cultivating in earnest.
It was only after Luna was certain there were no more improvements to be made that they trudged forward.
Before, Dyon had taken a whole year to reach the middle celestial realm. But, this time, it only took him three months to reach the high celestial realm. Then, it only took five months to reach the peak celestial realm, and that was only because he had 118 meridians to fill as opposed to the 109 of everyone else.
Due to his body, Dyon usually did not need to re-temper himself as a pseudo expert before entering the next realm. But, that was back when his energy talent came from his constitution. Now, his meridians were separate from his body talent once more, meaning he had to take his time to temper them with Gama energy.
Over the last month, Dyon diligently entered the Pseudo Dao Realm, allowing strands of enigmatic qi to swirl around his new meridians.
Unfortunately, this was where the first disadvantage of his new talent appeared. Because his meridians were fused with his blood vessels, it would take longer for him to temper himself appropriately. In addition, he had to be extremely careful as he had even more vessels to temper within his brain. But, if this was the only hardship, Dyon would gladly take it on for what he received in return.
Simply put. His strength had become unfathomable to his former self.
Finally, the clock struck zero. A surge of Spatial and Time Qi erupted, swirling around Soul Universe, Celestial Universe, and Chaos Universe, enveloping the three of them under a single banner.
In just days, the sounds of war drums would beat.
**
Dyon awoke from his meditation.
He hadn't spent the last nine months doing nothing but cultivating, those days were behind him. The reality was that Dyon was confident in conquering Celestial Quadrant even back when he was a lower Celestial. To him, his personal strength was irrelevant. The fact he grew this strong before the campaign began only more firmly placed the nail in the coffins of his enemies.
Knowing this, Dyon didn't cultivate like a mad man. This was no longer his martial way. He had promised himself long ago that he wouldn't blindly seek power at the expense of his family.
So, not only did Dyon's strength grow greatly, he did many other things as well. He spent time with his wives, watched his little girl blossom into the beautiful flower she was, and oversaw the growth of his soon to be Mortal Empire.
Like this, just three days were left until they beat their war drums.
"Lord Husband." Amphorae smiled lightly, greeting Dyon.
Amphorae had spent a lot of time by the side of the Pakals. Among those who would fight in this war, aside from Thor and Alidor, it could be said that the Pakals had the greatest motivation.
They were chased from their homes, forced to take up residence in an all new universe, purely because they didn't agree with the Demon Sage's name being disparaged. It was no wonder they wanted revenge against those they once called clanmates.
As for Amphorae, she had rightfully taken up a position as Clan Matriarch, though, this was only temporary. She had every intention of handing this role off to her father once his body was finally reconstructed properly.
Unlike Ri, Amphorae didn't feel any sort of responsibility toward the Pakals. It wasn't long after her birth that her father entered the Timeless Library, resulting in the downfall of his then King God Clan. For much of her life, she had been alone and was more worried about her personal strength.
This sort of detachment only grew after her memories of her past life reawakened. For obvious reasons, Amphorae didn't have much good will toward the large Clan structure. After all, it was another large Clan that forced her into such a loveless marriage with Dyon, though that wasn't entirely his fault.
Still, in her last life, being dutiful toward her Clan led her down a road of pain and sorrow. So, it was no wonder she didn't want to repeat that once more.
Pakal territory on Soul Planet oversaw the ocean and Amphorae's personal quarters were no different. Large, seamless windows looked out into the dark waters that partially reflected the dull moonlight. Amphorae, who hadn't been expecting Dyon's visit, had been meditating upon a sturdy platform standing above a formation etched with transcendent stones.
Dyon had personally drawn this formation for her. It was a planet grade formation that increased the density of energy. Rather than relying on energy stones to cultivate, energy stones were used as a catalyst to more quickly gather energy. This sort of treatment was the kind only the Emperors of large Clans received, but considering her husband was a Planet Lord, there was no reason Amphorae couldn't enjoy this sort of luxury herself.
