Chapter 1125 Body

Later that day, Dyon strolled to the back gardens of Soul Rending Peak once more, a reflective look in his eyes.

'The Crystal Dragon Clan… hm?'

Other than the Dragon King, Giralda was the first Dragon Dyon had met… He had to say, they truly lived up to their name. Well, there was Elder Daiyu as well, but the Daiyu clan had had their beast forms sealed.

It might be silly to say this considering his first interaction with one was a princess who needed saving. But, ironically, it was exactly because of that that Dyon felt that the Dragons lived up to their name.

Giralda had no hint of animosity toward the son in her arms. On top of that, she had no intention of using her family for revenge either. Both of these things seemed disconnected, but their explanations had the same root cause: a bone deep pride.

Giralda would never hate her son because that was weakness. She would never rely on her family name because that was, once again, weakness. She accepted her fate in exchange for the life of her husband and daughter as a display of her strength.

In the end, her queenly sovereign aura only grew all the more so. She even insisted on taking a targeted cultivation cleansing pill, even knowing that her tribulation would be many times more powerful.

The only question on Dyon's mind was just why Violet was so weak despite being half dragon, but it didn't take him long to understand the reason why.

When Dyon first met Ri, despite her being half kitsune, the bloodline was so far suppressed that she exuded none of the signs at all. So, Dyon wasn't new to suppressed bloodlines.

In Ri's case, it was because the attributes of her faith seed and her kitsune heritage clashed. This didn't even mention her God Constitution, one that relied heavily of the Sovereignty Path: Elvin Queen's Reign.

The three dispositions clashed with one another, each vying for supremacy, but none coming out on top.

In Violet's case, it was very similar, but far more complex…

Dragons were the embodiment of sovereignty. Her mother's pride was so deeply entrenched within her that she wouldn't allow anything to blemish her, even after being humiliated for hundreds of years.

Yet, could Violet say that she was the same?

Violet was conniving, scheming, and more willing to trick her way to victory or rely on someone else to do it for her than to seek out victory herself. How could a Dragon Bloodline acknowledge such a host? She was far more like a snake than a dragon.

Sure, maybe it wasn't entirely Violet's fault for how she became. But, if she wanted someone to feel pity for her, she'd have to take a step in the right direction first.

'It doesn't matter, I have more important things to worry about. Even if I don't care for the Belmont family, I can't let Zabia's family get hurt, especially not my Little God Son. What kind of God Father would I look like if I let him take on the whole burden?'

With that final thought, Dyon walked into the Mystical World once again

**

"Head Arie! Head Arie!" Saintess Ray sprinted into a quiet meditation room, her long white hair bouncing behind her.

Soon after, Saintess Rue tumbled in after her, still as quiet as ever but stumbling about adorably.

For the past several weeks, Head Arie hadn't done much but try to calm her dao heart. After watching Dyon's entire world collapse in on him, she felt as though she was witnessing the death of her husband and hearing the news of her daughter's demise all over again.

She hardly knew Dyon, but she still felt a connection to him that was hard to explain. Did one need to "know" their child to love them the moment they were born? Of course not. In the same way, Head Arie felt like the disciple of her own daughter was the grandchild she had never met.

Unless she calmed herself, she knew that it would be impossible to continue her cultivation into the future, so she had been in secluded meditation ever since Dyon disappeared.

"Hm?" Head Arie awoke from her thoughts only to frown. It was a massive taboo to interrupt secluded meditation. Had she been at a breakthrough point, there could have been severe backlash. How could these two not know this?

pαпdα-ňᴏνêι·сóМ "He's back!"

"What?"

"He's back!"

"He? He who?" Head Arie's eyes brightened as her brows unfurrowed.

"Dyon! He came back three days ago, but we didn't dare to tell you anything since we couldn't tell if he was better or not. It wasn't until he stopped meditating and climbed to the 8th tier that we realized that he was himself again!"

Dyon walked through the 8th tier with a calm expression on his face. The beasts here were already on a complete other level. Many pushed the peak of the lower celestial level, making progression far more difficult.

However, Dyon no longer relied on his clones because he no longer had the time to train. That said, he had once more begun following his master's rules and was quite happy to listen to her yelling in his ear.

Since his master didn't bring up his complete mental breakdown, he didn't either. And, for obvious reasons, he didn't blame her. In fact, it was far better for him to have faced that challenge then instead of when lives other than his own were on the line.

It could be said that these past few weeks were a blessing in disguise. Although Dyon's control over his wills was poor without that otherworldly selfless state, his comprehension was off the charts. He had easily saved half a century, maybe more, of time. One had to know that even for God level characters, they wouldn't comprehend a single 9th level intent until they became high level celestials. Only True God level characters might comprehend a 9th level intent at the mid-level. And even then, that was a single one! Dyon had comprehended more than a half dozen!

In addition, he had completed his mastery of low and mid common grade techniques for the nine core weapons. That had saved him a few years at least. Dyon could tell that mastering mid common grade techniques was exponentially more difficult.

But, the greatest blessing was probably Dyon's understanding of his body cultivation talent. In his selfless state, he had caught a glimpse of every single constitution he had access to. Although it was unfortunate that he didn't have any Ancient Constitutions, he did gain a solid understanding of what he did have, which helped him make his decision.

After being knocked around for so long, Dyon seriously questioned his durability. This time around, he was adamant about his defense. So, he made his choice.

Dyon's first constitution would be the God Grade Constitution: Eternity's Balance.

Dyon's second constitution would be the Heaven Grade Constitution – ranked within the top three defense-oriented constitution and Ava's very own constitution – Silver Mirror.

And his final constitution, ranked among the top three God Grade Male Constitutions: Titan Diamond Body.