Dyon watched this happen with a cold look in his eye, but in the end, he also turned to leave this place decisively. Now wasn't the time for revenge.

However, before he could, he froze in place, hearing something that changed everything.

"Get to your stations. There's been a change of plans, the transport starts as soon as possible."

Dyon didn't recognize this voice, but it didn't take much for him to guess that this must have been the true supervisor of the proceedings. Unlike the two olive skinned men, Dyon wasn't stupid and knew that two 19-year-old girls would never be given such an important task.

'Dammit!' Dyon gripped his fists. There was no way he'd have enough time to do what was needed if everything started now.

There were 22 bases. In order for Dyon's plan to work, he had to go to 20, which excluded the base of operations and the auction house.

Originally, Dyon wanted to change the location symbols of the teleportation arrays just like he had for the girl's family back during the assessments. The Soul Market elders would think they were sending the soul slaves to the auction house, when in reality, they were going to a safe location on Unseen Peak's Planet.

However, that plan barely had enough time to work to begin with.

Before, the teleportation array Dyon altered was a small scale one, meant to be used by ten people at max. However, the teleportation arrays he had to alter now were used during war time to transport millions of people at once. It would take him hours to alter a single one in his current state. By the time he fixed a single one, the transport would have already begun and the soul slaves from 19 other bases would be headed to the auction house.

Even if Dyon's master woke up, it wouldn't matter. There is no doubt that she'd speed up the process and they'd end up saving more people, but more would be lost than saved, Dyon was sure of that.

Dyon could only grit his teeth. 'Saving some is better than saving none.'

With a heavy heart, he sprinted forward toward his original destination: the teleportation pad of the base.

From the information the Celestial Hamsters gave Dyon, he was actually being held with the Lower Foundation stage innate soul prisoners. Dyon wasn't sure why this was considering the value of the legacy they thought he had, but it was the reality of the situation.

Every base had two teleportation pads. One was on a small scale used for elders and workers to teleport easily between bases. The other was a large scale one spanning hundreds of meters, capable of transporting a cap of twenty million people.

A lesser man than Dyon might choose to save those of higher talent first and head to the base housing those with Lower Blossom stage innate souls, however Dyon would never do something so disgusting. He didn't believe that life or death should be decided based on talent, so he left it to luck.

Since he was housed in this base, it was the luck of those here that they would receive his help.

What Dyon didn't know was that he was taken to this base because of the help of the twin sisters. The security measures of the Lower Blossom Stage stage innate soul base would never have allowed Dyon to leave so easily. At any given moment, it had three to five celestial elders overseeing it. For context, there were only six celestial members of The Cathedral to begin with! That was how important that base was to them.

The sisters took pity on Dyon and gave him the best opportunity by placing him in the least secure base under the noses of their superiors. Why? Because they recognized Dyon.

How they did, even they didn't fully understand. But, what was certain was that they were a great help to Dyon.

It wasn't long before Dyon had made it to an open and massive space. If it wasn't for the situation, he might have found it exceedingly beautiful.

The expanse of space was all around him, planets, moons and stars lit of the dark sky.

A vague dome of light protected the base, taking into consideration those too weak to withstand the pull of the violent vacuum around them.

Dyon had known long ago that only those in the saint realm could freely enter and travel through space, but this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes, albeit under the protection of what seemed to be a well-made formation. He couldn't help but lose his breath for a moment.

With a shake of his head, Dyon refocused himself, scanning the array before him.

Although it was considerably dimmer than it would be when activated, it was incredibly intricate and awe-inspiring. However, at that moment, this array didn't elicit any compliments from Dyon. Instead, it caused an ugly expression and a torrent of curses to escape his lips as he ran into yet another roadblock.

"Whoever the person pulling the strings of my life is really doesn't want me to save these people?!"

"Big Brother, what's wrong?" Little Yin asked with concern, rubbing her chubby cheeks against Dyon's in hopes of comforting him.

Although they were Celestial Hamster with knowledge in many things, they weren't omnipotent. Celestial blood gave beasts who carried them special abilities, but it was only the Celestial Deer that was adept at soul related cultivation, the other celestial beasts were just as poor in the area as normal beasts would be.

It was only because of their sharp senses and bloodline instincts that they could avoid and detect arrays that might cause harm to them, but other than that, their knowledge was nearly non-existent in the matter. So, they could only look at Dyon in confusion.

Dyon's fists clenched.

Let alone with his soul sealed, even if it was unsealed, he'd have no hope of changing this array. Even if his master woke up, she would be restricted by the fact his soul energy was still at the celestial level. All the hope he had seemed to be steadily crumbling to nothing.

Dyon grit his teeth. "This isn't a comet level array, it's a planet level one!"

Dyon stared blankly at the array, clenching his fists. Even for him, at his best estimate, he would need at least half a century before his knowledge base reached the level necessary to manipulate a planet level array, and who knew how much longer than that it would take for his soul to reach the dao levels. Of course, this pace was insanely fast even in comparison to the entire cosmos, but right now, it was painstakingly slow.

It wasn't a simple matter of his soul talent, the question was how long it would take for his body to be powerful enough to withstand the power of his soul.

Considering the pace at which his body was improving, even Dyon couldn't estimate a proper amount of time.

It wasn't as though Dyon hadn't thought of this possibly happening. If the Soul Market wanted to steal talents from all 100 universes of its quadrant, it needed the ability to quickly travel between them all. It was just that Dyon hoped that this teleportation pad they used would be at the moon level at best, at least then, even if it was a slim chance, he'd still have one.

But now, it was all ruined.

'What do I do, what do I do?'

Dyon wasn't a person who became easily flustered. He had long since been able to stare down his own death without blinking an eye, but somehow fumbling around with the lives of others made his heartbeat quicken. He hadn't been this agitated in a long time

'I have to try.' Dyon clenched his fists, raising his Perception to the limits and peering into the intricacies of the array.

By the time an array reached the planet level, it had long since left the realm of imitating wills and could actually evoke them on its own. Obviously, the most important will that a teleportation array evokes is spatial will.

That said, there were many other facets including protection, stabilization and optimization.

For a normal individual to withstand teleportation of large distances, an array had to have very few flaws, increasing its protective and stabilizing abilities. But, at the same time, it needs to be simple enough that the amount of energy needed per teleportation is kept to a minimum.

The concept is the same as comparing a genius vs average programmer. An ordinary programmer of computer code might take ten lines of code to program the same function a genius programmer only takes a single line to. Obviously, the latter is far more efficient both for himself and the future use of his code.

When Dyon first learned about arrays, there was a reason he immediately compared them to coding from his world. However, this knowledge was doing him little to no good right now.