God Goldeen suddenly began to laugh, a roaring rage of Golden Flames coating his blindingly blond hair. His red eyes shimmered even more sinisterly as the Presence of a King emanated from him.

"Ancestor, it seems that some insignificant individuals believe that they're worth more than what they are."

The flames that coated the third phase sky castle bloomed to another level, soaring above and turning the blue skies red.

At that moment, the faint cackling of an ancient voice filled their ears.

"After so many years of accumulations, it seems it's finally time."

Dyon's smile faded, not because he began to tremble like the other geniuses around him, but rather because the board he had been playing on flipped. Toying with what remained of the Golden Crow disciples after drawing Blythe and the Princes and Princesses to his side would have been child's play. However, it seemed that Christian III wasn't taking any chances.

Despite his lofty and bright appearance, God Goldeen was an introverted and cautious individual. If he wasn't, why would he have Yandevere break her cover to directly kill Dyon when he had the absolute advantage of Peak Celestials?

Now, he displayed that caution once more. Instead of banking on the advantage he and his fellow disciples had within this world, he directly called out his greatest trump card. One only needed to think back to the slumbering Higher Existence Demon Tigers to understand just how bad this situation could become in an instant.

However, Dyon had suddenly become incomparably calm. Although his smile was gone, not so much as a frown could be found on his features.

'This Lord Creator needs us for some reason. Even if he can, he won't wake the slumbering Demon Tigers or whatever other Higher Existences might be sleeping here'

Dyon's mind worked on overdrive. Since this mystical world had existed for trillions of years, allegedly, the Higher Existences Dyon saw couldn't have been put to sleep since this world was created. That meant, that this Lord Creator somehow still had the power to force a Higher Existence into a permanent slumber.

'Wait!' Dyon's eyes sharpened. 'That line of thinking is stupid. If this Lord Creator had this kind of power, why was he using such roundabout methods? Being able to put a Higher Existence to sleep was a strength no one in the mortal plane could possibly have The only thing that could put a Higher Existence to sleep would be the Higher Existence him or herself!'

Dyon calm expression bloomed into a slight smile once more. His greatest fear was eradicated. He suddenly understood why it was that this Lord Creator only opened this world so infrequently.

Christian III who had been expecting to see despair on Dyon's face came out very disappointed. Even when he looked toward Madeleine, hoping to maybe see her beg and plead for her life, he found nothing of the sort. When Madeleine saw Dyon's light smile, all of her worries seemed to vanish as well.

"A mere remnant spirit who can't even open his own Mystical World at his leisure is truly the epitome of pitiful. To think that you'd make it sound like you had everything under control."

Dyon's voice was greeted with silence before a laughter that sounded like bones grating against each other sounded out.

"To maintain this air of confidence before your death, you've at least not shamed your ancestors, little boy. But, don't speak about the things you know nothing of."

At the moment, Dyon's most important goal was to shatter the confidence of his opponents and the fear his potential allies had in them. Therefore, he'd break this faade entirely!

"I was wondering," Dyon said lightly, "What powerful techniques does Senior Lord Creator use to put even Half-Step Transcendent Beasts to sleep?"

The Lord Creators laughter froze.

"Don't deem to talk about the things you shouldn't!" Christian roared. For the first time, he truly lost his temper.

"Oh my I was just asking a Senior for pointers. Was I not being respectful enough?" Dyon asked with an innocent smile.

Madeleine covered her soft lips with a few slender fingers, amusement clear in her eyes. She always felt that those who saw this smile were truly unfortunate.

Still, even while she was enjoying the show, taking the beast babies in her arms, other were panicking.

Higher Existence Beasts? They were here? And this Lord Creator put them to sleep? Weren't they finished now?

"Of course," Dyon continued nonchalantly, "What would senior need us for if he had such power? You even restrict this world, not allowing dao experts to enter I wonder why that is?"

Those who had been figuring out if they should kowtow to Christian III for his aid suddenly froze. That was right What could someone so powerful need members of the younger generation like them for?

Spirits who weren't of the Sprite Race were incredibly weak. And, even those of the Sprite race needed appropriate vessels to display power. If one had the strength to put Higher Existences to sleep, they would clearly be beyond this! So, why would a person with sinister intentions and with this kind of power restrict entry to them? After all, the Sovereign Flame caused even old fogies who never came out of seclusion to go crazy.

Obviously, this wasn't an issue of the world's enticement being too small

"Tell me, Senior Lord Creator, it can't be that you only dare to open this world after the beasts who were birthed and grew here reached the end of their lifespans, no? That would be too embarrassing for someone who holds such a lofty title."

Dyon light smile became akin to a devil descending from the skies. He understood the moment he reached this point.

When he fought Loki and Elder Daiyu, why was it that Lionel Belmont was so confident in betraying his Clan and entering a den of lions? It was because he could awaken his ancestors to fight on his behalf!

Dyon had mistakenly believed that the Lord Creator put those Higher Existences to sleep The truth was that they themselves placed their bodies in the very same near-death state all Ancestors do!

Dyon laughed lightly when he came to understand. To think that he had almost overestimated this Lord Creator by such a margin. Of course, this didn't mean he could take this situation lightly, but it at least meant that his confidence in always winning wasn't baseless this time.

When experts of a Clan or Sect reach the end of their lives, many choose to enter this near-death state. But limiting their pull on their remaining lifeforce to an absolute minimum, they were able to extend their 'last breaths', so to speak.

After this happened, all the Lord Creator had to do was use his Lordship over this mystical world to prevent the various beasts from communicating with their ancestors to rise them from their sleep. This feat was far simpler than what Dyon initially assumed was the case and it was for this reason that even while Dyon exterminated the Demon Tigers, none of their Higher Existence ancestors had been awoken.

So, why was it that this mystical world went so long between openings despite the Lord Creator clearly needing them very much?