Chapter 1666 Steeled

Though this was bad news, there was good news, though. The Pride Clan was no more. Even in Orcus' time, they had already been eradicated. This might have been due to their dangerous location on the Ancient Battlefield, or it might have been because the Pride Clan descended in an attempt to reclaim their place on the Mortal Plane but failed.

Well Maybe they didn't completely fail. Considering portions of the Seven Sinful Clans still survived with the Gluttony Clan, they may have succeeded in part, but not wholly.

Dyon cut through the territory of the Clans the tribesmen lost so much to. With the range of his divine sense, it was easy to avoid human contact. But, he couldn't help but be shocked by some of the Clans he saw even though he had already seen them once before. Some of them were even legends still told by his mortal world people.

He saw knights that reminded him of the Grand Templar Sect. He saw monks. He saw individuals following customs that he imagined could have only been common during Greek and Roman times. He saw large, bearded men who guffawed with the candor of Norse legends. He saw beautiful women with transparent wings and short grey skinned men. He half expected that if he dove into the water sources he avoided so adamantly, he'd find mermaids and mermen too.

It felt as though he had stepped into fantasy world where all the mystical creatures and humans of his dreams had become reality.

Realizing this, Dyon couldn't help but wonder. Why were there so many fantastical things here, but none in the outer edges he had conquered? Other than being slightly taller and more tanned than normal humans, there was nothing special or unique about those on the outside. Dyon was incredibly curious about this. He felt he had latched onto another secret of the Ancient Battlefield.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the time to think about it.

He rapidly approached the boarder the regions so many humans didn't dare to approach. What truly shook those who saw this place was that it was nothing but endless flat land. Or rather, it was a no man's land that spanned hundreds of kilometers before breaking into mountains so tall that the ones Dyon had seen before were nothing but jokes.

To normal individuals, it was suicide to cross such a land without any cover, but Dyon didn't hesitate.

His knife true weapon will shrouded himself as he stepped into the void, rapidly crossing the dangerous region in the blink of an eye.

An oppressive aura suddenly crashed down upon Dyon.

With his divine sense, he knew well that it wasn't a beast, but rather this place itself. If he thought the gravity of the wyvern's mountain range was serious before, this was ten times more so.

Dyon gritted his teeth. His weight was already a ma.s.sive problem in this world, so gravity making it worse was definitely not something he could handle lightly.

But, the tomb was right before him. He had no intention of turning back.

Dyon's heart steeled.

Wind will wrapped around his body, making his body as light as a feather. In combination with his light type will, Dyon really felt as though he had disappeared into the air.

This was his new understanding of wills. All this time, he had been using it as a purely external source, ignoring the potential they had in being internalized.

In truth, Dyon should have realized this long ago. During his fight with Lilith, hadn't she forcibly internalized her sword dao? Back then, there had been a clear path for him in improving his wills, but he completely ignored it.

After being on the Ancient Battlefield for so long, he finally caught a glimpse of that path once more.

Whether it was because of his own special privileges or not, Dyon felt he was far more in tune with wills in this s.p.a.ce than he was on the mortal plane. It felt like he was very close to the root of the wills he had comprehended, so he could almost feel what path they wanted to tug him along.

Maybe Just like there were True Weapon Wills There were True Wills for others as well.

Dyon's speed reached an unconscious level, it was hard to tell whether he was faster using his spatial will or his wind will. And if he used them together

Dyon's body cut through the heavy gravity as though it didn't exist. It was exhausting on his mental energies and soul, but with his main body still rampaging through Calming Lake even 9 months later, the impact was negligible. Plus, even if it wasn't, didn't he have [Devour]?

In just a few hours, Dyon had weaved his way into mountains taller than his eyesight could measure.

'According to Orcus, there were several protections. The first'

Dyon didn't even get to finish his thoughts. As though acting on instinct, his spatial qi whipped to life, s.h.i.+fting him away several meters from a geyser of energy that pierced into the skies.

"Tch."

Mines.

The Pride Clan didn't take minor measures like the Tribes had. While the tribes merely simulated Energy Surges, the Pride Clan took it a step further. Not only were these Energy Surges very real, they were controlled. As a result, their after effect didn't attract beasts while also perpetually keeping them away.

According to Orcus' Diary, the only reason he knew this place was here and continued to press forward was because of one of his wives.

Orcus had many concubines, but only 6 wives. Four of them were Princesses of the Dark Phoenix Clan, but two of them were Devil Path Princesses.

From what Little Yin and Yang told him that day, the Seven Sinful Clans were part of Demon Royalty. They slowly weakened and died out, leaving their path to devolve to what was known as the Devil Path today.

One shouldn't confuse Demonic Royalty with the Demon Path which was inferior to the t.i.tan Path. Though they shared a name and the same root, Demonic Royals were superior to Demons, albeit still inferior to t.i.tans. Or, more accurately, inferior to t.i.tan Emperors.