Chapter 1859 True G.o.d

With a thought, Dyon silently connected with his main body through their inner world connection. Thanks to this ability, he could use the strength of The Seal.

Before, during the elimination tournament, he had sealed everyone's cultivation to the 1st Celestial Stage. However, this time, he took it even a step further, sealing their cultivations to the 9th Saint Stage. Simply put, they weren't even Peak Saints, they were Higher Saints!

As thousands of golden beams seeped into each and every one of them, solemn expressions coated their features. They realized that the difference between them and Dyon was actually so large They couldn't even resist, yet they had lost more than 90% of their strength.

This was a True G.o.d!

If Dyon heard their thoughts, he would chuckle. At this point, calling him a True G.o.d was insulting him. He had long since surpa.s.sed that t.i.tle.

"The strength of an army isn't about the individual, it's about the whole. You've been taught that strength in the martial world only comes down to yourself, but this isn't always the case.

"There exist armies of celestials that can threaten even dao experts!"

Murmurs of astonishment spread through Dyon's battalion, but they found it too hard to believe.

However, Dyon wasn't lying. In the information Jade left behind, Dyon relied on his comprehension of the G.o.d of War's Martial Intent to form one such army. But, he wasn't alone. Those outer powers, especially the Nephilim, all had numerous armies of this caliber!

"Until this mission concludes, I will not lift a single finger unless all your lives will be forfeit without me. You, along with my partners, will have to forge this strength on your own under my command.

"I have no intention of forming you all into such an army. You are not of my Sacharro Clan and each of you have your own individual goals. But, I promise that merits we acc.u.mulate will be split evenly.

"All warriors will receive the same points. Vice Squadron Leaders, Squadron Leaders and Corps Captains will receive a higher total respective of themselves and normal warriors. All Cardinal Generals will receive equal points to each other as well according to their status. And I will receive a slightly higher total than that.

"If you are unsatisfied with your points total, claim a higher position for yourself.

"Now, we will start with this very planet here. Within a month, we will sweep through it and claim the 1st tier reward for ourselves."

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The Blood Phoenix Battalion immediately began to struggle. It wasn't because their cultivation bases were too weak, but rather because they soon noticed that Dyon hadn't only sealed their cultivation, but also their comprehensions!

The reality of such a matter made them s.h.i.+ver in fear. They had never heard of a seal strong enough to stifle even intents.

When some raised the question as to why Dyon did this, he simply smiled and responded.

"In an army, the only will should be that of the whole! Relying on your own comprehensions will only hinder your progress toward becoming the true Blood Phoenix Battalion."

Within the elder tower, some couldn't help but sigh.

"Is it necessary to go this far? This mission will take two to three decades at most, if they continue at this pace, the Sacharro Clan will suffer."

"True G.o.d Sacharro is a genius among geniuses, but he's a bit too youthful.

"Though he can be at ease because the Sacharro Clan has numerous geniuses to pick up his slack, how can others be as calm at heart? And if they're not calm, how can they comprehend what he wants them to?"

The true Dyon only smiled and didn't say much.

In reality, this was a form of training for himself. He only had a vague idea of how to form such an army, so though he spoke with confidence, he was only testing out some theories based on his own comprehension.

This Federation and their mission was next to meaningless to him. If his true body took action, all he had to do was form an army of a thousand or so dao clones and he could conquer the 100th quadrant in as little as a single year, if that.

But for the sake of his plans, he had to take a bit of a back seat But that didn't mean he was willing to waste time.

To Dyon, who wasn't even technically 100 years old yet, 100 years was a very long time despite his prowess. He couldn't sit aside and do nothing during that time, so he formed a training program for himself that came in three facets.

The first facet were the celestial babies. He had sealed their cultivation as well and was heavily invested in increasing their strength. He hoped that if he could recover their root talent of their ancestors, they would become no less powerful than Chenglei. There was a reason he had yet to feed them the martial saint pills. He wanted them to rely on themselves more! When the time was right, of course he would give them the same treatment as Chenglei.

Of course, this training involved himself because he now had to learn the true essence of being a beast master.

The second facet was himself. Though he seemed to be leisurely reclining and eating, the truth was that he was likely the busiest person on the martial plane.

Within his inner world, his projection was unceasingly comprehending and practicing the Star Lord offensive techniques of the [Dao of Array Alchemy].

[Judgement] and [Sage's Decree] were practically taking up all his time, and Dyon was astonished to find out that even with his soul strength, he couldn't even touch the other techniques yet

The more Dyon learned about his inner world, the more fascinated he became. He realized that because he was a G.o.d in his inner world, training there was actually many times faster than training anyway else because he could control every variable.

If he had realized this before, he would have long since comprehended all several hundred Earth Grade techniques he had to even without using the Soul Tome.

But, this was the unfortunate reality of having a Master who was currently indisposed. Dyon could only rely on himself, and his experience was limited.

Still, there was no use of crying over spilt milk. Looking into the future was what he did best.