"Huh…" Pjisel looked up at Dyon.
With his emotions clearing, he suddenly felt how large Dyon's Presence was. It almost didn't matter what he wore, no matter how ridiculous it was.
"You think I care about this?" Dyon pointed over his shoulder. "If anything, their losing in such a fashion is more of a good thing than a bad thing. If they can stand back up, their backbone will never bend again. If they can't, it just means the martial path was never for them to begin with. It's no big deal."
"But… But you said they were true geniuses."
"That may be so, but genius is nothing without will and power is nothing without courage."
Pjisel scratched his cheek. "… Honestly, I don't think I'm qualified…"
"Oh?" Dyon asked with interest. "And why is that?"
Normally, he might think Pjisel had said these words as a roundabout method of saying no. But, judging by his sincerity, Dyon was interested in the answer.
"In truth, I bullied them… Not only were they tired, they're saints while I'm a celestial. If I really did lose to them, I'd be giving up too much face…"
"… And?" Dyon pressed.
Pjisel took a big breath. "I'm a mere Heaven Grade beast… I'm not ignorant. Though being a Heaven Grade Beast is rare in this place, I watched Leader Sacharro single handedly defeat 36 Dragons, all of whom were of the Supreme Grade.
"Secondly, my cultivation is too slow… Leader Sacharro is younger than me yet is already a Dao Expert. Yet, I'm almost 10 times older but still a Celestial…
"Thirdly… The blood I have is not pure. My mother was an earth grade beast who hadn't even gained a human form, kept in a cage by my father simply because he liked the look of her feathers. Sometimes I find it difficult to blame him… He always said that being enraged by my mother's treatment was ridiculous, 'after all, shouldn't beasts be kept in cages?'"
Pjisel gripped his fists tightly. "I was lucky to even have a Raven form and a Golden Crown. If I didn't somehow gain a human form before becoming a celestial, I would have never left that cage…"
Dyon silently listened. Of course, he knew about all of this. The reason he attacked Pjisel's Cluster first was precisely because of his strained relationship with his father. But, who would have known that this young man would still choose to run to warn his father. And, even then, his help was spit at.
"Is that why you keep your hooked nose?" Dyon suddenly asked.
Pjisel looked toward Dyon in shock before sighing. He rubbed his nose a bit and its form suddenly morphed. Suddenly, a face that had been hard to look at became quite handsome. It wasn't obscenely so, and could only be said to be above average, but the more Pjisel touched his face, the more perfect his visage seemed to become.
Dyon smiled lightly, it seemed his guess was correct.
The reason Pjisel could become a human long before entering the celestial realm or even cultivating at all, was precisely because he could become anything he pleased.
This face, this was his true face, the one he gained after entering the celestial realm. However, in an attempt to blend in his with supposed family more, he kept his hooked nose, masking himself for many centuries.
"The hooked nose… Is a genetic defect of our Raven Clan and it's something the elders have tried countless millennia to be rid of… If I was born both without one, I would have been more estranged than ever before… My so-called father likely would have killed me out of anger…" He said softly. "… Plus, it wasn't like I had any women to impress anyway…"
Dyon laughed at these words. This poor guy, a virgin yet already so old.
"It's no surprise the Raven Clan would have a genetic defect. With all of their bloodline purity nonsense, they probably intermarried with cousins, brothers and sisters repeatedly. If they wanted to get rid of it so badly, they should have been less uppity.
"If they were mortal instead of being cultivators, their bloodline would have died off long ago. In fact, the genetic defect would be even more pronounced and terrible."
Hearing these words, Pjisel was stunned. How could he understand the concept of repressive genes? All he knew was that if what Dyon was saying was true, then it truly was poetic justice.
Dyon waved his hand. "Let's say I don't care about all of this. Are you willing?"
Pjisel trembled. He couldn't help but scan Dyon to see if he was being serious. But, he found it difficult to think while observing Dyon. It felt almost as though he was falling into Dyon's flow whenever he tried to, as though he was entering Dyon's world. It made it difficult for him to think.
To gain the Ruler of over 100 universes as a Master… When could he ever dream of such a thing before?
"I warn you, if you become my disciple, you'll have to abolish your current cultivation and start from scratch. In addition, it would be too shameful if my disciple didn't at least become a Star Lord in the future."
Pjisel trembled once more, he almost thought that Dyon was making fun of him. But there was no laughter in Dyon's eyes… He really was serious…
Gritting his teeth, Pjisel made a decision.
"I'm willing!"
He directly knelt to the ground, kowtowing in acceptance.
Dyon smiled without hiding his satisfaction.
With a sweep of his hand, an overwhelming soul presence burst forth. Hundreds of thousands of arrays appeared from thin air, leaving Pjisel in complete awe. Never could he had known that his Master's greatest path was actually his soul.
He sighed, watching from his knees on the ground. It was as though it had taken all of his strength to make this decision, and he no longer had any left to stand.
One had to remember he was a beast. They all had pitiful soul talent, how could he live up to his Master's expectations?
There were very few exceptions to this rule. Even with everything Dyon had seen in his lifetime, he had only met two: The Celestial Deer and the Dream Panthers.
