"Send news back to the Vio Clan and tell them that their people have been killed by the same Venerable Sacharro who the Tier 5 arrest warrant was sounded for. Close off all news related to what happened here today except for the appearance of the Alchemy God and Venerable Sacharro's involvement."

Berolt didn't know if Dyon was a fool, or simply overconfident. But, laying out a path for him to reach that esteemed realm would be the last regret of his life. The Nightwell Clan would surpass the Well Clan of old.

What he didn't know was that Dyon was simply too soft hearted. If he could balance the world core, he could also just as easily agitate it after he was finished and cause the bubble world to implode. However, he hadn't done so due to how many innocent lives would be lost under such a thing.

That said Dyon was no one's fool. Berolt should have learned this by now.

...

Dyon entered a state of meditation in a quiet room on the ancient battlefield. He had left the world core as soon as he had succeeded because he was well aware that it wouldn't have remained a secret for much longer even if he had stayed. And, though he hadn't been present for it, the arrival of Odelia made his assumptions correct.

If Dyon had to rate his accomplishment, though, he still felt that it was a few levels below the individual who succeeded with the desert world despite the fact the world core he was dealing with was objectively more difficult to handle.

This might sound backward, but Dyon was certain of this truth.

For one, Dyon didn't believe that his world could produce the Empyrean grade herbs the desert world's world core had. It lacked the substance of a world.

As Dyon thought about it, he realized that this sort of natural world environment, the kind that made one feel as though they had entered a place created by the heavens instead of one created by man, was exactly the reason he had concluded that the expert in question knew nothing about fundamental runes. Ironically, it was precisely because this person's understanding was so far above his own that he had come to this so clearly wrong conclusion.

That sort of casual, natural air was something that Dyon's own creations were still lacking. In fact, if he thought back to the overly complicated Origin Source of The Entity, it lacked it as well

This was the main reason why Dyon felt he was lacking. Had he had the luxury, he would have most definitely spent more time perfecting his craft, but he was aware that he was running out of it. Though he had spent the last 30 years almost entirely focused on his cultivation, thanks to his Immortal Sense he had also been able to continue paying attention to the outside world from time to time, so he was well aware that others were in the process of preparing to enter the world core.

Because he lacked that natural flare, he had fallen short of comprehending a Law.

Truth be told, had Dyon not abolished his own comprehensions, severing himself from the heavens, he would have already comprehended not just one, but even multiple laws. With such strength, even if his foundational strength was that of an Immortal Essence realm expert, he would still be undefeatable to most of the immortal celestial realms. Laws were simply this powerful. They were why the legend of Overlords had reached the ears of even the likes of Berolt.

However, Dyon was now relying on himself and no one else, making the hurdle far higher to jump over than it had been in the past.

That said, this didn't mean that he was completely without benefits.

Firstly, the stamina it required of him to call down daos increased, but in exchange he received more control and fluidity to his attacks. Secondly, His degrees of freedom that he received from [Soul Aid] were that much more imposing. And lastly, he was no longer restricted by 'paths'. His daos reached beyond the chains of paths and encompassed them all, making them more than just one level more powerful than daos comprehended by normal means.

Even if there were no such advantages, Dyon didn't feel worried. He was confident in his abilities. He had accomplished so much in just 30 years. Such a time frame was the blink of an eye to Immortals who could go into seclusions for sometimes upwards of millions of years.

His only concern was that he wasn't fast enough. He needed to try harder, to do more He had no way of knowing what was going on down on the Mortal Plane. Though 30 years was the blink of an eye to those of the Immortal Plane, it was long enough for a lot of things to happen on the plane of mortals.

Dyon settled down his breathing, restraining the ferocious aura that was threatening to leave his body. After a moment, he began to calmly compile the improvements to his strength.

Now, he had firmly grasped 9th level immortal essence and 7th level immortal saint qi. If he had ignored their quality, he could have likely comprehended 1st level immortal celestial qi since much of his time was spent slowly building up toward higher level qis, but he had decided against it.

With this alone, he could already give Berolt a great battle. However, Dyon hadn't done so for two reasons: first, Berolt wasn't alone. If this started to go badly, and Dyon was sure that they would for Berolt, there were too many trump cards he could pull from in his own family mansion. And, the second reason was because now those coming after him would be severely underestimating his strength.

Dyon hadn't always been a fan of hiding his power, it wasn't his style. But he had decided to do so for the sake of Saru and Lilith who would tag team him again if he hadn't done so.

However, arguably the greatest advancement Dyon had made was in comprehending several half-laws. In fact, his own half-

laws were more powerful than even some weaker laws that were in the control of Immortal Law experts.

The limitation Dyon was facing, unfortunately, was his body.