It was then a familiar pain set in. Dyon felt like a sickly, diseased man, going from an overlord of the skies to a frail boy in the blink of an eye.
Black flames uncontrollably flickered within Dyon's empty eye sockets. His heart was seized with a searing heat he found impossible to temper for a long while.
He had known that the Immortal Plane had an Ancient Battlefield long ago, but he had never thought to think that the untouchable central region of that prison was where it was located. Even with his abilities, he hadn't been able to see through the fact that the mountain range that separated the flat plains from that core region was actually a seal.
It was likely this very seal that impeded the immortal Failed Clans from interfering with the mortal Failed Clans. Yet, it seemed it didn't stop mortals from crossing over into it, because it hadn't stopped Dyon.
Dyon immediately realized his mistake. He thought he had entered the mountain range before. Since he hadn't felt the familiar suppression of his mortal body he was feeling now there, he had never connected the fact that the central region was where the Ancient Battlefield of the Immortal Plane was located.
However, Dyon hadn't taken into account that he hadn't travelled even a single mile into that mountain range. He couldn't have been considered to have entered that world at all. Rather, he was still within the seal that separated both worlds. It was no wonder he hadn't felt any suppression back then.
As for how the Sapientia could possibly impact a seal of that caliber? Dyon had no idea. He could hardly figure even a guess, let alone the truth. The only explanation he could think of was that it was either related to The Entity… or there was a possibility that the Sapientia had a network of strength working for them on the Immortal Plane.
Dyon knew that someone had to have coordinated with The Entity in order to help him descend. It was obvious to him that that power was the Sapientia. However, he simply didn't have enough knowledge about the Immortal Plane to even know where he was currently, let alone comprehend its complex power structures.
Dyon's fists bled as they grinded into the sand below him, his breathing heavy. He was already in a sorry state after battling Emytheus for so many months on end. But now this suppression and his emotions weren't making things any easier to deal with.
"… This may not be the best time but… You should probably run…"
The Dragon King's ancient, wizened voice sounded in Dyon's mind.
"… Not to be the bearer of bad news, but my true body most definitely knows that you're here now. Even if he isn't exactly powerful on the Immortal Plane, compared to you, especially in your current state… You'd definitely take a massive loss."
Dyon clenched his jaw. "If he comes, I'll use his scaled coat as a doormat. I'm not in the mood, old lizard." Dyon's voice sounded little different from the growl of a beast.
The Dragon King fell silent, seeing that Dyon wasn't willing to listen to reason in such a state.
He could understand how he was feeling. Even if he put contingency plans in place, such a thing would never put him at ease. It made it even worse that he was caught off guard like this because it meant that there were things even he couldn't predict. Such a reality put him family in even more danger.
However, that didn't change the fact that he was being reckless. Emytheus and Dyon's battle was more definitely elite within Lower Immortal Essence experts. But, the gap between cultivation realms was even more exaggerated on the Immortal Plane.
A singular average Middle Immortal Essence expert could battle ten Lower Immortal Essence experts with ease. With Dyon's combat prowess, he might be able to face someone of the Middle Immortal Essence realm, but his true body was of the Peak Immortal Essence realm.
The Dragon King knew exactly what his main body wanted to do. In the past, he might have gone all out to kill Dyon due to his pride. He hated the fact a portion of his soul had been subdued by what amounted to a human pup to him.
But, after seeing Dyon's talent, he had most definitely changed his mind. He would likely go all out to catch Dyon and lock him up to refine pills for him every hour of every day.
If such a thing happened, Dyon's already slim likelihood of ever seeing his family again would plummet.
This was the truth of the Immortal Plane. There were countless bubble worlds, each housing an ecosystem of their own. Those capable of travelling between them were only the absolute most powerful. Your only chance was if your Ancestors had already established a power. Then, there were many avenues you could take to reunite with your family.
However, if you had no backing like Dyon, you were on your own. Even if Dyon's wives managed to transcend immediately, who knew which bubble world they would be transported to? With the vastness of the Immortal Plane, was Dyon even guaranteed to see them again?
Dyon's only hope was his grand teacher. But… His grand teacher had no idea that he was here! And even if he was aware, Abraxus had never set up a power himself, he didn't have a network of Clans under his charge. He had always relied on his own strength. His disciples were all just the same.
Dyon was essentially stranded, he had no immediate way of going back.
Dyon gradually calmed down. This wasn't because he had forgotten his rage, but rather because he had already decided when he set out on his path to transcend the Heavens that he was tired of feeling angry.
At that moment, he realized he was feeling something else besides the painful reality of suppression.
