Book 7: Chapter 274: Four Color (3)
The Heavens seemed enraged by the result, immediately following up with a blue streak of lightning, 8x more powerful than yellow. But, the result was the same, as though they were being shot into an endless blackhole.
In truth, Dyon’s Grand Teacher wasn’t wrong. The mask truly was only meant to negate 30% of the abilities of a lightning tribulation. However, this matter changed when the mask was completely depleted.
As things stood now, the Lightning Willow mask was akin to an empty lakebed experiencing its first rainfall in several thousand years. The heavenly liquid fell from the skies, first soaking its dried and cracked exterior, but seeping inward. Afterward, a thick layer of mud was formed before murky waters started to steadily rise. In the end, the dirt would slowly settle, leaving behind clear waters for all to see.
Still, if this explanation was taken, it was far too shallow and empty. The truth of the matter stood within the fact that the Lightning Willow’s Item Spirit had awoken!
What was the point of an item spirit? Why was it that only the most powerful treasures seemed to have them? Dyon’s demon sage tower, a treasure from the immortal plane, and the Dragon King. Both were items that seemed to exist outside the bounds of the mortal plane, neither of which were truly meant to be here.
Despite the fact the Dragon King didn’t have the true spirit of a weapon, it was already so powerful. At the same time, the abilities of the demon sage tower were beyond the bounds of reason… Raising the quality of a blade by allowing it to swallow lesser weapons? Raising the bloodline of a beast using regular blood and not blood essence? This was simply unreasonable.
When Dyon triggered the lifesaving ability of the lightning willow mask, its hidden item spirit had awoken. Although he didn’t see it at that time, it was responsible for both his survival and the benefits he received afterward.
When the Lightning Sparrow appeared, it immediately felt a resonance with Dyon’s manifestation, unable to ignore the streak of golden lightning. While others might not understand the meaning behind such a thing, how could the Lightning Sparrow not?
Yellow, Orange, Green, Blue, Violet, Red, Black, White and finally… Gold! Each at least two times more powerful than the last. For it to see a master capable of evoking such a phenomenon, how could it not be moved? At that time, the Lightning Sparrow bound itself to Dyon, unwilling to take a step back, it even angered the Heavens themselves.
To a Lightning Sparrow whose body encompassed all nine colors, it would feel at home even in the face of a Nine Cloud Tribulation, let alone a mere Four Cloud!
The Lightning Sparrow was cursed to never display its absolute beauty to the world, but that didn’t mean that it had ever given up on doing so. Dyon was its chance, its chance to rein in the Heavens and shatter the Laws that bound it. As long as Dyon mastery over Lightning reached a certain peak, the sparrow would no longer be restricted.
Madeleine and the beast babies watched in shock as lightning streak after streak was swallowed into nothingness. The Lightning Sparrow’s shadow was far too fast for them to see exactly what was happening. Even in its deep slumber, it was cursed with an otherworldly, unstoppable speed.
Dyon’s manifestation shimmered into existence, rotating its six halos such that the streak of golden lightning shaped into a dragon stood at just behind its head.
Yellow, orange, green and blue swirls began to change its appearance. The one colored golden dragon morphed once more, becoming a beautiful rainbow dragon. It crackled, looking far livelier than it did before as it roared into the skies.
The Heavens trembled in anger, but even as the final 81st streak of lightning descended as a brilliant ice blue, there was no change to the situation.
The skies above closed unwillingly. No matter how enraged it was, the Heavens could never break its own rules. Considering treasures were allowed during tribulations, what right did it have to still be angry?
Unfortunately, what it could do was not heal Dyon. And, it clearly had no intention of adding him to cultivate.
However, even more unfortunate for the Heavens, since when did Dyon beg and plead it for anything?
BOOM!
At that moment, Dyon’s thumping Sovereign Flame Seed burst into a ray of Golden Light that slammed into the skies, shattering what remained of the lingering tribulation clouds as though to express its dissatisfaction.
All sorts of energies began to roll toward Dyon. Essence, Saint and Celestial, all careening into his body at once as a magnificent change began to take place.
His charred body became coated in a blanket of golden flames. This flame had no offensive or defensive power. In fact, it was incredibly docile and gentle… It was neither too hot nor too cold, in fact, it didn’t even tickle Dyon’s skin. Instead, it softly washed over him like a mother bathing her newborn child.
Dyon suddenly felt his Presence dropping at a drastic rate. From Peak King to Lower King, to Duke… to Marquise… to Earl …. To Viscount … Before it finally disappeared into nothing.
Yet, at this time, Dyon’s body was experiencing an even more shocking change. His body slowly repaired itself, revealing a face that made others tremble with just a single look. At the same time, it was so incomparably noble that it almost seemed blasphemous for a normal individual to lay eyes on him, they could only lower their heads as he walked by…
Just what change was occurring? Just what was the secret of the Sovereign Flame?
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