Dyon immediately felt as though Sokzac's power had doubled. The blade rapidly cut toward him twice, causing him to involuntarily spit up two mouthfuls of blood.

Although Dyon's grip on his saber didn't loosen, he could distinctly feel the bones in his arm fracture. However, his features remained deadpan and without emotion.

In a selfless state, you forgot about everything. You forgot about pain, about anger, rage and love, your only purpose was to move forward and comprehend.

Seeing Dyon's lack of a reaction even while lying in a pile of rubble, Sokzac's anger raged once more.

"Third Thunder!"

The clouds rolled with unquestionable ferocity, responding to Sokzac's will. It was clear that Sokzac had yet to comprehend his own Pseudo-Domain due to the handicap on his comprehension, but somehow, his affinity for lightning forced the world around him to respond, directly boosting his prowess.

This was the secret of the Fulgur clan. Devil Cultivators were very much aware of their own weaknesses and thus have had billions upon trillions of years to find methods of mitigating them.

The Fulgur clan's solution was instigating changes in weather. Their cultivation became a lightning rod while the sky became their domain. With a single thought, the clouds, wind and thunder could bow at Sokzac's beck and call.

Dyon stood quickly, crossing the saber across his chest to block.

It was as though he was a puppet without emotion, repeatedly getting beaten backward. Yet, something inexplicable for Dyon, he had hardly stepped into the initial stage of his saber technique.

Dyon's master frowned. 'The selfless state isn't perfect. It's too emotionless.

'The reason Little Dyon was able to learn [Chaos Halberd] was because much of its flaw lied in momentum, something that could be understood and analyzed without emotion. However, there's massive room for improvement because Little Dyon has yet to understand the true meaning behind the word 'Chaos'.'

Dyon couldn't hear his master's words, not because she couldn't project them to him, but rather because she didn't want to tell him. Many cultivation errors were best solved alone, however, a master could give direction.

'Little Dyon, your selfless state is imperfect.' Were all the words the 25th White Mother allowed to float into Dyon's ears.

Dyon blinked, 'Imperfect?' He had no idea that a selfless state could be improved. Had his master not told him this, who knows how long it would have taken him to think of this possibility.

"Fourth Thunder!" Sokzac roared.

Dyon tried to dodge, spurring on his movement technique to their utmost heights.

However, Sokzac's saber seemed to have a mind of its own, changing trajectory and cutting toward Dyon's side.

BOOM!

Dyon was once again sent flying as four consecutive sabers seemed to overlap.

The claps of thunder rang through the skies time and time again, making Dyon seem as though he was nothing more than a practice dummy used to vent Sokzac's anger.

Deadpan eyes watched Sokzac charge again and again, but no one noticed them steadily becoming brighter.

'No matter what, he always charges forward Always swings the same way As though power and haughtiness fuel him'

Dyon had lost count of how many fractures accumulated in his arms. He was certain that had it not been for the Primordial energy that directly tempered him, he might have been directly crippled by now. However, his eyes steadily grew brighter, as though he was just about to grasp something.

'I see The difficulty of becoming a weapon's master isn't so simple as weapon wills are difficult to learn. The most important point is that every weapon has its own character and how a wielder interprets that character is highly dependent on the individual

'It took me more than 20 minutes to learn [Chaos Halberd] to the One with Self level Yet it took me barely 12 to learn both [Overbearing Mountain Bear Fists] and [Whipping Wind, Galloping Steps] to the very same level. Now it's been more than 20 minutes yet I haven't stepped out of the mere initial stage of [Saber Tiger Three Stances]

'Why? Why did [Overbearing Mountain Bear Fists] become stronger when I was in a rage?... Why did my demon qilin bloodline disappear the moment I entered my selfless state?...'

Dyon's eyes grew brighter and brighter, becoming more lustrous.

The day had darkened because of Sokac's attacks, makinf the beams of light emitting from Dyon's eyes more obvious than ever before.

"GOOD!" Dyon spoke for the first time in almost a half hour. However, in sharp contrast to his previously emotionless figure, his words were filled with battle intent.

Still, the moment he stepped into the threshold of this new state, he felt his mental energy rapidly drain, falling to zero in a mere instant.

However, Dyon didn't seem angered or helpless. In that split second, he had understood many things despite his fatigue.

His inner world stirred, its bland landscape trembling as Dyon's manifestation twitched.

In the outer world, Dyon's battle cry was met with Sokzac's saber. Five claps of thunder rang out, tearing through the skies and causing Planet Cathedral to tremble, sway in the dead of space.

It was only now the celestials realized that even though these two were members of the younger generation, in modern times, a mere planet couldn't withstand the battle of two celestials.

The Peak Celestials sprung into action, spreading out their energies to their utmost heights and fortifying the planet. It would be inconvenient for even them if the planet was destroyed.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Dyon's arms fractured completely, shattering to pieces.

However, He flexed his arms, forcibly using his steel like muscles to keep his bones in place as a wide grin spread across his face.

His aura grew to frightening heights, causing the Celestials who had just had questions about his strength to involuntarily tremble.

In his inner world, something groundbreaking was occurring within Dyon's primordial yin. The moment Dyon's arms were shattered, three of the thirty-three seals directly burst to fine motes of light, radiating outward and drifting toward Dyon's manifestation.

At that moment, it stood with an imposing aura. The three pairs of wings on its back slightly trembled, bursting outward and forming a fourth set.

The once dimmed 6 haloes of black-gold rings began to shine once more, even as the Dyon in the real world felt his energy continuously growing.

A crown, a white flame, a black flame, a pagoda, a coiled dragon of golden heavenly lightning, and an all seeing eye, each looking down at the world with disdain.

Dyon's shattered arms, beaten black and blue and dripping with blood could clearly be seen by everyone. But, that was when something completely inexplicable occurred.

Black and blue became a healthy caramel. Odd, sharp angles became straight. Open and bleeding cuts became sealed.

It was at that instant that Dyon's once sleeping Manifestation opened its eyes, unleashing a roar that resounded through the cosmos.

Planet Cathedral trembled as Dyon laughed.

He had been prepared to spend decades more with his wills and soul sealed. To be quite frank, he hardly cared about his energy cultivation, but lacking those former two really pained him. However, who would have known that today would be the day he'd feel the seal loosen.