"… The blood essence can also be used to power Eternal Tombs' active ability. The active ability is the reason Little Gold isn't dead. It just seems like she is, when in reality, she's more so in a suspended state.
"The active ability of Eternal Tomb is to extend the 'last breath' indefinitely. As long as there's energy, the last breath of a person can be extended to infinity."
Hearing this, Nazaire was finally shaken awake from his last shock.
"… What did you just say?"
"I need a new disciple…" Dyon mumbled. "… I really have to explain things twice to this little fool. Let me say it in a simpler way. The active ability of Eternal Tomb is immortality. True immortality."
Nazaire couldn't grasp what he was hearing.
Immortality? Was his master joking?
"Of course, it has a lot of drawbacks. The longer you extend your life, the more energy you need to maintain it. The amount needed increases exponentially the more active you are. If Little Gold didn't enter a deep sleep, Pill Stick Pebble's most ancient spirit vein would have already been sucked dry."
"Sucked dry? It's that bad?" Nazaire asked.
The Pill Sword Mountain's spirit vein was not only the most ancient of the immortal plane, but it was also the strongest.
It wasn't as though it was impossible to dry a spirit vein, it was just that it took trillions of years to do so and repeated abuses. If the spirit vein was treated well, it would theoretically exist forever.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})This particular spirit vein was known for its robustness. Even if it was neglected for a long while, it would still be perfectly fine for countless cycles. Yet, Dyon was now saying that sustaining just one life would bring it to a dead end.
"Wait… All the issues we've been having with the spirit vein recently. It's due to Little Gold?" Nazaire's expression changed.
Normally, Pill Sword Mountain wouldn't be so involved with the void coalition. But, they had no choice but to be so that they could gather the resources necessary to save their spirit vein which had seemed to be sick without cause.
If they lost the vein, they would have to move. For a large entity like Pill Sword Mountain, they would need an exceptionally high quality spirit vein, but where would they find one? All of the known ones were already in the possession of other Hegemons.
Their only choice would have been to go to war. Such a thing was something none of them had wanted to see.
Now, Nazaire was suddenly finding out that this was all his master's fault…. No wonder everyone hated the Nameless Immortal God so much. His seemingly casual actions had forced them into a dead end even so many years later.
Dyon smiled, but didn't answer.
What did the state of Pill Sword Mountain have to do with him? Back then, the Sect Master challenged him and lost in horrible fashion. It was to be expected that they would pay a price for that. In his opinion, he was already being quite nice. In Dyon's era, a loss usually meant death.
'Soon, everyone will be by my side again… I haven't seen mom's smile in a long time…'
Dyon hadn't forgotten his parents. It's just that their situation was a bit more complex. Plus, the fact they lost their souls in this life made it even more complicated. But, it was fine. He wouldn't let anything stop him.
Dyon took a deep breath and placed the Lightning Willow mask on Little Gold's head.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})Suddenly, the sonorous call of a bird filled the skies.
It had shocking impetus. Resonating with the hearts of all those on the Pill Sword Mountain bubble world and even stretching out and beyond.
The feathers of Little Gold began to tremble and vibrate.
An ancient aura flooded out from her body. It was so oppressive that even Nazaire, a Peak Immortal God who stood atop the world couldn't seem to stop his trembling.
At that moment, a thunderous boom came from the skies. As though an apocalypse was descending, the clouds split apart with an inconceivable speed. It was as though an impossibly strong sword strike had sheared the air apart, splitting it in half.
Cracks of thunder rang out before lightning began to rain down. They didn't come from clouds. They seemed to manifest from thin air, raining downward like droplets of water during a thunderstorm.
The Heavens were truly enraged. Enraged to the point it lost all sense of propriety. It unleashed a barrage unlike anything anyone had ever seen before.
The lightning was a violet gold. Violet gold.
No matter how one scoured through the ancient records, no matter how many ancient texts one read or ancient tombs one explored, the existence of such lightning wouldn't be found anywhere.
Dyon sneered. "You think you can stop me from resurrecting my friend? You must truly think more of yourself than you should."
my friend? You must truly think more of yourself than you should."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})"Go." Dyon's voice held a reverberating cold.
In that moment, the doors that stretched several kilometers into the skies became a plaything in Dyon's palms. Hearing the orders of its creator, it didn't hesitate.
It shot out from the underground, tearing the top of Peak Mountain apart even before the lightning descended.
The creatures and experts sealed within it all suddenly roared at once, facing the Heavens as one.
"No one can stop me."
Dyon had lived many lives. But, there was no one he spoke to as an equal, there was never a time his words restrained the pride deep within his bones. However, this time, his voice held a trace of dignity within it as though he had finally found a worthy opponent.
Dyon's arrogance had never been blind confidence. It was a calculated trust in his ability. Those worthy to make him restrict his arrogance simply didn't exist.
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couldn't be certain of his victory over.
But, it didn't matter. He would find a way to win anyway.
With a bang, Eternal Tomb was shattered into numerous pieces, burnt to ash beneath the might of the Heavens. However, it was at that exact time Little Gold opened her eyes.
