Green, who was a woman as well, just like Red, spoke first. 'No tricks. It's just that the door to the castle is particularly heavy. But, aside from that, if you're fast enough, you can ignore the puppets and enter directly. Not only can they not step out more than a kilometer from the castle doors, they also cannot enter.'

'Heavy?' Dyon raised an eyebrow. 'How heavy are we talking?'

If he had time, Dyon was confident in moving any door restricted to the realm of a celestial. However, there was a pseudo-dao expert among the puppets. If it took more than a split second, he was as good as finished. Although the puppets down there were only comparable to higher third grade and lower second grade experts, a pseudo-dao expert was trouble for Dyon, even after his improvement.

'About half a billion jin per door.' Green responded nonchalantly.

Dyon suddenly felt a headache coming on. The threshold of strength for a dao expert was a billion jin. Moving both doors was asking for too much without enough time.

'You should also know that the doors are attached to a spring mechanism.' Red's voice called out. 'Individually, their weight isn't a billion jin, it's only after the spring is taken into account that they are.'

Dyon's headache grew. No tricks, you say? This was the worst kind of trick.

The fact there was a spring made matters a million times worse. That meant they needed to continuously apply force instead of inching the doors open step by step. It was near impossible for one person to do this alone. Not at their cultivation realm, anyway.

Suddenly Dyon's eyes flashed with an idea. He had planned on using the second phase to clear his enemies and enter the third phase calmly, but it seemed it would be impossible now. With the lingering thought that this world might not be so simple as it seems, he had wanted to focus his entire mind on potential tricks the Lord Creator might play Unfortunately, nothing in the martial world allowed everything to go according to plan.

God Goldeen cleared his throat. "I know that everyone here is a genius in their own right, but standing here isn't very productive. I believe that we should "

Dyon ignored the annoying, uppity speech that rung in his ears. With a thought, the beast babies disappeared into his inner world, and he flashed before Sabona, Yandevere and the third peak celestial. It wasn't long before he explained himself. Though the third peak celestial, a disciple named Kali, didn't agree, Yandevere and Sabona did, disappearing into Dyon's tower.

Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Dyon flashed into the kilometer radius of the sky castle.

The formerly dormant Sentries suddenly shook awake, their silver armor clanging as their visors shone a bright red. The golden armored pseudo-dao Sentry stepped backward first, protecting the door as the 49 silver armored Sentries charged, the banging of their weapons drowning out God Goldeen's voice.

Those spectating looked toward Dyon with an incredulous expression. Was this kid a fool? Did he expect them to help him now that he had so valiantly stepped out? What a joke. They'd just wait for him to tire himself out and whittle away at the puppets they needed to deal with. They had never seen such an idiot in their lifetime.

At that moment, the two azure robed Comet Lords looked at each other and nodded. They had reached a tacit understanding.

'He's nothing but a peak saint Where does his confidence come from?' Kali snorted. How ridiculous.

Lingering dissatisfaction from how Dyon berated her and the other Flaming Lily Sect disciples months ago was bearing its fruit now. She didn't appreciate Dyon's arrogant attitude despite his handsome face. If anything, the fact he was so attractive only made her dislike him more.

Dyon smiled lightly as he saw the 49 celestial Sentries charging toward him. 'Anyone below the first grade is nothing to me'

His body began to sway in an enigmatic matter. It was almost as though he became illusory at time, disappearing into the wind without presence.

At first, those spectating had expected an immediate struggle to break out. Although Dyon had defeated Comet Lord Wilder in a single blow, there were multiple factors to consider. First of all, he had the support of his beast companions, beast companions he had clearly put away in some sort of hidden space. Secondly, he used an attack that took several seconds to complete. Such a technique in a battle between celestials was completely useless. Even a saint wouldn't allow you so much to charge a technique. And, lastly, Wilder was simply not that powerful.

Although Wilder was a first grade genius, he was just of the first order. In addition, he had leaped into the skies to attack Dyon in a world where flight was restricted. His movement were inherently handicapped. To top all of this off, he had only just recently broken into the middle celestial realm! He would struggle against even one high celestial second grade puppet, let alone the peak celestial second grade puppets here.

However, this destruction of a True God they were expecting didn't happen. Dyon's body slipped into and out of existence with such an ease that they felt a chill in their hearts. He looked so at ease, yet the movements he was executing proved how powerful his divine sense was. Not a single matter slipped his recognition.

Dyon found that his spatial control was even further dampened within the range of the sky castle. In fact, he could only move a single meter in any direction. But, that was more than enough!

Whenever he felt himself falling from the skies, he would flash upward. His control was so precise that from a spectator's view, it seemed that he was gliding across a see-through floor instead of the empty skies he was! After decades of refining his energy manipulation in Chaos Universe, he had reached otherworldly levels.

"Could it be that he's flying? How That should be impossible here for anyone who " Seventh Ranked Inner Disciple Egan Goldeen began muttering to himself but his last words were cut off as he received the glares of the Golden Crow disciples around him.