Chapter 1459 - Mining Deities (3)

Dyon looked toward the rainbow rock with a new light in his eyes. So the reason he didn't recognize the rock was because it was something entirely new.

From what he could tell, this material would be classified as a fourth stage comet grade metal. Although he didn't know much about sprites, this was probably very impressive for one as young as Little Rain. That said, it was definitely more impressive than what Dyon was giving it credit for.

The material could only be classified as comet grade because it was only good for its durability. But, if one ignored all other factors and solely focused on this one attribute, it was far better than most moon grade and even some planet grade minerals. If it was mixed with other metals to form an alloy, the results could be great.

Little Rain floated to his rainbow rock, c.a.r.e.s.sing it as though it was his child.

'You say he could be useful for combat… How useful do you think?' Dyon remembered the keen sense of danger he felt from Little Rain. He felt that within this silver mountain, even a middle dao formation expert of Amphorae's caliber would have no chance.

For context, Amphorae was no normal expert. People already fawned over 9th order geniuses of the celestial realm, but Amphorae was a 9th order genius of the dao formation realm! The difference was like that of heaven and earth.

Of the current generation's True and False True Gods, the vast majority were of the 9th order celestial realm. However, there were only three who had also managed to become 9th order dao formation realm experts: Daisho Ken's elder brother, the Star Clan's young heir, and a False True God of an unnamed Dragon Clan.

Of the rest, there were others with this chance, but it was unknown if they would succeed or not. This was the level of difficulty this feat represented. Even True Gods weren't guaranteed to succeed. Yet, this was Little Rains current battle prowess.

'Within a structure like this, he should be practically invincible.' Little Yang pondered. 'If this interior was filled with his rainbow rock and not this coarse silver, even a half-step transcendent would die a miserable death. However… the case is very different outside.'

Dyon nodded. He believed this as well. What was limiting Little Rain was likely a combination of range and stamina.

If an expert was stupid enough to enter his domain like Dyon had, then the battle would be over before it started. But, what if the expert began to chip away at the outside of the silver mountain like most would? He or she might suffer an initial loss, but after leaving the range of the mountain, there wasn't much Little Rain could do.

"Little Rain, do you think you could move this mountain? If so, how fast could you move it?"

Blinking his illusory eyes, Little Rain thought for a moment. 'It would take me… 363 years, 7 months, 13 days, 8 hours and 3 seconds to uproot my mountain and move it.'

Dyon sighed, having expected this sort of answer. Little Rain had dug this mountain in very deep so that he could send veins of coarse silver outward to search for more hard materials to continue his masterpiece. He would then take the essence of these hard metals and send it to himself before repeating.

For several hundred miles, the hardest minerals had been completely stripped of their essences.

The time it would take Little Rain to uproot the mountain wasn't just about its size, but something far more important: Little Rain's stamina. Although it had started as an inanimate object, he was now a living being with limitations, albeit less limitations than most others. Simply put, he couldn't use his abilities indefinitely.

Dyon also thought of Little Rain just taking the visible parts of the mountain, ignoring the veins below, but even this would still take several decades, more than a hundred years in fact.

Dyon sighed. "Little Rain, if you come with me you won't have to hide anymore. Not only will you be able to fight to your heart's content, you'll be able to find hard minerals much faster."

Little Rain blinked with a youthful innocence. "Really?"

Dyon smiled, pulling out a beautiful and massive broad sword. Its edge was dull, flat and thick, wrapped by chains of a dense black. Its body was filled with veins of red, coursing through it as though it was a beating heart. This was none other than Dyon's 6th reward for his God Trials, the life stealing blade.

"This is a blade made of a mineral that gets harder the more evil people you kill. What do you think?"

Little Rain's eyes brightened. "Really? Really?"

As a mineral spirit, it didn't need Dyon to tell it this. It only needed to sweep its senses across a mineral to know its properties like the back of its hand. It could tell that this metal was just as Dyon described.

Dyon had earned this broad sword during his third trial. He had watched it evolve from a hunk of metal into a supreme grade weapon. But, he hadn't used it much since. Partly to follow his master's rules, but also partly because it wasn't always convenient to bring out such a valuable blade.

For one, it had the ability to extend almost endless chains – at the very least, Dyon had never found its limit. Second was its capacity to withstand power and the intricacy of its veins. Both of these were reasons for its supreme grade and also reason why it was perfect for Little Rain to use as a vessel.

Without even an ounce of hesitation, Little Rain dove into the blade, sending its chains toward his prized rainbow rock.

In the next moment, the black chains began to pulse with life… Little Rain was actually devouring his creation! Even Madeleine and the Holy Princess who had been in distracted talks with one another looked over in surprise.

The veins of red pumped fiercely across the blade, causing it to bulge outward before retreating as though it was truly a living, breathing heart.

The blade grew brighter. Although its body wasn't influenced by the rainbow color of Little Rain's treasure, the chains grew far more crystalline, shedding their dark exterior from a transparent and sparkling appearance.

Days later, legends of a ghost boy surfing a shining blade and following behind a handsome young man and his violet haired wife became of keen interest for the native life of the Mystical World. As the stories would have it, they were descendants of Minding Deities… It seemed that even the most well-hidden materials didn't escape their greedy hands.