Hours later, long after Dyon had left the battlefield, he found his way to the Belmont dungeons to see the familiar faces of thousands of Daiyu.

Although he hadn't gotten a solid answer from the Mino, there was nothing he could do about. If he wanted their loyalty, things like this couldn't be rushed.

Plus, there were many matters to deal with still. For example, if everyone migrated, what would Dyon do about the Sapientia? Would he allow them to stay here? He knew that he definitely didn't want any Sapientia in his Kingdom, but he couldn't exactly just kill them all, so what would he do with them?

Then there was the matter of the Bai and King Belmont's condition. Meiying hadn't agreed to go with him before, what about now, though? What was happening with their Holy Land? And what did they have to do with Poison Masters?

Dyon wasn't worried about transportation, though. The one thing their universe always had were arrays far surpassing their ability to create.

For example, Focus Academy had a creation array, the very one he used to manifest a piano during the Opening Ceremony. Yet, their best formation master at the time was of the practitioner grade despite the fact a creation array requires master grade specialty.

Then, there were their teleportation arrays. Under normal circumstances, it would take months, if not years, for a normal vessel to travel in between their planets. Yet, the Aumen could attack and retreat at their leisure.

Obviously, these arrays left behind were the lingering remnants of the Celestial Deer Sect. They had been repurposed for use by this God and Royal God Clans, but Dyon could maximize their effectiveness even further.

Normally, only a comet grade array was needed to travel from planet to planet within a given universe. Moon grade arrays could travel from universe to universe within a given quadrant. However, to teleport to a new quadrant like Dyon proposed, it would require a planet grade array.

The good news was that the Celestial Deer Sect had left many of them behind. If the 23rd White Mother could casually hand out such arrays to the Sapientia, what do you think the Celestial Deer Sect had available to themselves?

Simply put, the matter of travelling back and forth was settled. The only question was whether the Mino would agree. Dyon suspected that they had quite a few important things they were holding onto here, which was why they were a bit reluctant. That said, he didn't pry.

"Well look who finally decided to check on us poor slaves." A dirtied Chenglei spit toward the jail bars with disdain.

He looked far different from the first time Dyon met him. Back then, he had been proud, silent and brooding. But, after Dyon killed his grandfather and he was essentially enlisted as a slave, there was little left of his original personality.

His clothes were ragged, his long jet-black hair was matted with sweat and dirt, and his originally handsome oriental features were covered with dirt.

Beside him, were another half a dozen Daiyu. But, that wasn't the end of them.

The dungeon stretched for hundreds of meters with each cell housing six to ten prisoners. By the end, they numbered in the low thousands.

"How did your trials go?" Dyon ignored Chenglei's obvious taunt. "It seems like you haven't spent your time cultivating if you're still at the 2nd saint stage. Or Did you really think I wouldn't notice that your cultivation is actually at the 10th saint stage, hm?"

Chenglei's dull eyes flashed with surprise before his disdainful attitude was replaced by despair. It was obvious to anyone what his plan was: to fake his cultivation and one day catch Dyon by surprise. It was too bad that Dyon's senses were simply too sharp.

"Hm, let me guess. You took the Marquis trials and just barely passed thinking I would think that you're weaker than you actually are, huh?

"Chenglei, you should know that I'm aware you have a God Grade constitution. I've known as much ever since we fought in the Elvin Kingdom. Do you really believe that I would think that this was the extent of your abilities?"

Chenglei grit his teeth. His constitution was awakened to less than 50%, so he had thought Dyon would overlook him. Wasn't Dyon supposedly blindly arrogant? Why was he so cautious?

Dyon shook his head and sighed. "I have the ability to not only unseal your dragon forms, but to also awaken your constitution fully, yet you insist on being so foolish."

Dyon wasn't lying. It was The Seal that took away the Dragon Bloodline from the Daiyu, so it was only The Seal that could give it back. Yet, he never did this because he didn't believe the Daiyu deserved it.

"Fuck off." Chenglei growled. "You think that you can buy the loyalty of Dragon? I am the Prince of the Daiyu! I won't bow my head to you!"

"Still as stupid as ever." Dyon's lip curled in disdain. "You're being treated like this because you fought a war, you killed, you pillaged, and you took as you wanted, yet you lost. Now, you want to throw a fit because you've fallen into the hands of the enemy? Is that your supposed pride as a neutered Dragon?"

Chenglei very clearly became agitated by Dyon's words, but in the end, he remained defiant.

"It doesn't matter." Dyon shrugged. "The only reason I haven't killed you is because of the promise I made to your ancestor. If you want to squander his life and yours, that's up to you. I've done my part.

"I came here for an entirely different reason. Tell me about the Bai family and why your arrogant Dragon race would have a problem with such a small clan."

Chenglei glared at Dyon, but eventually, he had no choice but to answer due to the seal on his soul. "They might be a small clan, but that doesn't mean they don't wield power. They're devil cultivators."