Dyon casually looked off into the distance as though he didn't notice Eldaernth's almost closed eyes slowly widening with each passing second.
"I won't ask you how you managed to get your hands on a Martial Saint Pill so late in your life, but I should commend you on your persistence. To swallow such a pill at the very peak of the dao realm and forge an extra 6 meridians for yourself… It seems we're kindred spirits in masochistic tendencies.
"Though, I myself have already formed an additional 9 meridians. But that's neither here nor there."
Dyon's smirk only became more insufferable with each passing word.
"You must be a bit worried by now. I'm sure your first thought is that I must have a spy among you. After you think this, you'll immediately turn your thoughts toward the Mathilde Clan because you're aware that the Elvin Queen has awoken.
"But then, after a split moment, you'll realize that even the Mathilde Clan shouldn't have this information. After all, back when you accomplished these things, the Devil Quadrants were just a hodgepodge of loose cultivators and weak Clans.
"Of course, Nightmare Palace had already existed back then, but no one had snatched its power until you…"
[Author's Note: The mysteries of Nightmare Palace aren't so simple. This is why despite the story seeming to point toward Eldaernth conquering multiple quadrants in a single lifetime, this isn't actually the case. Nightmare Palace is the reason why this technically doesn't count].
"Once you think to this point, you'll realize that there's no one in existence besides yourself that should have this knowledge. You'll begin to feel apprehensive, on edge… Hey, maybe even that insufferable slow talking style of yours will disappear along with that arrogance, who knows?"
Dyon smiled lightly. "Unfortunately, though, I'm not finished.
"You cultivate the [Devil Core] technique, likely a reward you received from Nightmare Palace. This is actually a Mystic Grade Cultivation technique, how impressive.
"It allows you to form a pseudo dantian in the form of Devil Cores. Every formed Devil Core can also enact some of the abilities of a Devil Vein by continuously increasing the devil qi in the surroundings. This ability has likely helped your Nightmare Palace to flourish during your reign.
"Ah, look at that, you actually used the momentum of forming a new Devil Core in order to solidify each extra meridian you have. Smart, smart…
"Your preferred martial art is quite a rare one, I've never run into a someone who places such emphasis on the strength of their fingers before. Aiya, what a masochistic technique. You're practically turning your own hands into a treasure. The initial stages of your [Earth Rending Finger] must have been extremely painful.
"Your attack potency and defense are both incredibly high. You have a pseudo treasure of the 33 heavens as both a soft armor and a qi amplifier. It seems that your beast partner is the Infernal Beast Wyrm but he hasn't been useful to you in quite a while, I see. Ah, pity, pity. Another failed Dragon.
"You haven't eaten a single meal in 2 895 520 years. Your soul is impressively powerful for a Devil Path Cultivator, but you've still only comprehended comet qi.
"Oh my… You're practically celibate. It's actually been over 30 years since the last time you had sex.
"… Oh, I understand why now. You sly dog, you must have drained your libido long ago. You actually lost your virginity at 11 years old. Mothers all over the world are shedding real tears right now --."
That must have been the final straw, because the moment those words left Dyon's lips, the void trembled.
The table shattered and the chairs beneath them seemed to evaporate into thin air.
"You. Who are you?"
"Ah, it really did disappear. Bless the Heavens."
Eldaernth's eyes narrowed. He didn't speak slowly normally, it was just that…
"Don't worry, no need to feel embarrassed. I'm well aware that your slow speech pattern is a result of a form of training you're constantly undergoing." Dyon smirked. "Now that you're fully awake, can we get down to business?"
As for how Dyon knew these things, why would he ever tell Eldaernth? It was better if he feared him and felt some trepidation.
No matter how great Little Lyla's True Empathy was, she was still too lacking to read the mind of a Higher Existence. These were characters who held a level of strength beyond common sense. Their abilities couldn't be spoken of in a few simple words. It would likely be impossible for her to accomplish this until she herself became a Higher Existence.
However, Dyon's Immortal Sense had no such restrictions. Obviously, he couldn't use it to read the minds of others, but he was able to piece many things together with his senses and intelligence alone. Coupled with the fact he had the twins by his side, and he could easily feign omnipotence.
All of the secrets within Eldaeranth's body were completely exposed to Dyon. Dyon could even look into Higher Existence Ravana's spatial ring without the latter even noticing.
Knowing his age was as easy as simulating the abilities of an age stone with his mind. Since there was a quantity that could be measure by it, why could Dyon's Immortal Sense also find and measure that vital quantity?
Knowing his cultivation technique was as easy as scanning his body. After grasping the essence of the technique he used, the meridian pathways he frequented, the unique fluctuations in qi, he could simply ask the hamster twins if they had any techniques that matched this description in their large reservoir of knowing.
Even knowing when he lost his virginity was a simple task of observing his Primordial Yang and making certain deductions based on it.
Facing a Higher Existence, even if Dyon knew his combat strength was nowhere near the required level, his mind had long since crossed that threshold.
Dyon had been toying with dao experts ever since he was a meridian formation pup. Now that he was a dao expert, why wouldn't he dare to toy with Higher Existences?!
Still, Eldaernth was truly worthy of being a Higher Existence. In just a split moment, he gathered his emotions and waved his hands, causing the shattered table and chairs to reappear as though they never left.
Though Dyon appeared nonchalant, his heart grew cold at this display.
'Matter reconstruction…'
