Of course, what Dyon's master knew that he didn't was that Dyon was incredibly lucky.

Even if one had the Florence family technique, where the hell would they get the sheer amount of blood essence Dyon had? Let alone the blood essence of two incredible ancient family lines.

For one, Dyon had the only original copy of the technique to begin with.

Secondly, One couldn't accomplish what Dyon had with just a single drop of blood essence. If one tried to catalyze blood essence to reach these same results with a mere drop, there would be no suspense. The blood would have been wasted and the manifestation wouldn't form.

All of this didn't even mention the fact that it was impossible to take blood essence by force.

Essentially, Dyon might be the only person in existence who could achieve this result. His good karma was simply overwhelming.

Suddenly, the 25th White Mother giggled. "You should call your little wives over here. Time is of the essence and you know that the best way to heal a soul is dual cultivation. Entering the Mystical World isn't the same as going for a stroll. There's a reason there are such great rewards on the 18th tier."

Dyon shook his head. He didn't like using his wives for cultivation, let alone calling them just to heal himself.

"The meeting got cut short earlier..." Dyon said slightly weakly. "I haven't put everything in order yet."

**

For the second time, everyone gathered together once again. After Dyon's main body had fallen unconscious a few days prior, his clone had immediately ended the meeting to put together some fail-safes, including giving the key to Donari.

This time, however, the meeting was held in the core pavilion. In case anything went wrong again, Dyon wanted to rely on the formations here.

The atmosphere was completely different though. Dyon sat in the middle of the two pillars on a makeshift defensive formation. To his right, Elder Nova was kneeling with his forehead flush against the ground. To his left, Elder Ricci stood tall like a loyal guard, not embarrassed in the least. What did he have to be embarrassed about? The Master he followed forced a dao formation expert into submission.

However, the solemn atmosphere was suddenly cut through by the sound of a delicate and worried voice calling out. "Let me through! Dyon? Where are you?!"

Dyon's serious expression faded to surprise when he heard that familiar voice.

At that moment, a world-shaking beauty wearing silver robes pushed through the crowd. It was clear she had a temper because she immediately pushed everyone away with her wind will when she decided they weren't moving fast enough.

At first, some wanted to stop her to make a good impression on Dyon, but when they saw the level of beauty the "intruder" had, they found it hard to attack. Even the women couldn't help but blush and self-reflect.

In the end, the beauty dashed forward, completely unimpeded.

She dashed forward with blinding speed, reaching the still shocked Dyon in an instant.

Her delicate hands lightly cupped Dyon's cheeks, lifting his face up before turning it side to side as though to check if he was still alive.

Dyon bitterly chuckled. He had to say that he wasn't feeling the best, but it wasn't as though he was on his death bed.

"You idiot!" The beauty berated. "Which bastard did this to you?!"

Dyon smiled, sending his gaze over to the kneeling Elder Nova.

Seeing this, the temper of the beauty flared, her cold, grey eyes sparking with rage. However, her expression quickly changed to shock as she noticed that this kneeling man had power she couldn't see through.

That said, her rage didn't subside in the least. "Little Wind!" Her delicate voice called out into the skies.

Under everyone's shocked gaze, a majestic bird swept down from the skies.

Its silver feathers looked carved of metal, shining under the morning sun like a goddess of the skies. Yet, its most distinctive feature were its long three tails that looked almost like metallic scorpion tails. No one dared to take this bird lightly even for a moment despite the fact its wingspan could have been more than a foot and a half in length. Even so, its tails were already more than two meters in length each.

While others wouldn't recognize this bird, Dyon's master was pleasantly surprised.

'A three tailed silver-back falcon. What a great find!' She said enthusiastically.

It was clear that this bird couldn't have hatched more than a couple days ago, or its size wouldn't be so small.

Dyon had little interaction with beasts because they were so rare on his home planet. Other than the Elves who raised some spiritual beasts of their own and the Focus island crescent, there weren't many places on Earth that had beasts to speak of.

This was a product of the weak energy which was the fault of the entity. High ranking beasts simply couldn't be born in that environment, let alone raised into adulthood.

If it wasn't for Dyon's third trial, he might believe that only transcendent and supreme level beasts existed in the martial world.

However, to the rest of the martial world, beasts were quite prevalent. Common, Earth and Heaven level beasts were great cultivation resources and could also act as great beast partners. It was for this reason that the Beast Taming profession existed.

In the martial world, having a supreme or even transcendent level beast companion was almost impossible. They were too human-like and had their own complex societies. Imagine the thought of making a Dragon a pet... That wouldn't go well at all.

So, the very best beast companion a person could have according to normal convention was a Peak Heaven Beast. After all, they had a 10% chance of breaking into the dao formation realm and could follow one for their whole lives!

The three tailed silver-back falcon, although not being a Peak Heaven Beast, was a lower heaven beast. More than enough to make many salivate with greed. If an egg was placed in an auction, the dollar amount would definitely be counted in dao stones, easily equating to hundreds of millions of celestial stones.

Yet, this beast had clearly signed a contract with this beauty and was...

"What?!"

The crowd couldn't believe what they were seeing. Some erupted into laughter instantly while others began to feel sorry for Elder Nova. A mighty dao formation expert really shouldn't be treated like this.

Little Wind perched itself onto Elder Nova head and began to chirp triumphantly as it relieved itself on the elder's head. It wasn't long before Elder Nova was trembling in rage, causing the profane white liquid in his hair to drip down and into his mouth.

"Hmph." The beauty harrumphed. With a wave of her hand, a throne appeared beside Dyon and she sat down, still very clearly in a bad mood.

Violet's father had wanted to say something, but seeing Dyon's helpless expression, he could only be silent.

Anyone who was paying attention could see just how intelligent this beauty was. The moment she noticed that Elder Nova was too powerful, instead of vainly trying to hurt him, she directly changed her tactics to humiliation seamlessly. In fact, her methods could be considered to be even more cruel than Dyon's.

Then, she sat down like an elegant queen as though none of this had anything to do with her. Even when the beautiful bird wiggled its little butt and flew up to land on the head of her throne, the beauty didn't react at all.

Dyon chuckled lightly. "When you see her, treat it as if you are seeing me. Her word is law, even if it contradicts something I've said before. She is my wife. Clara Sacharro."