Chapter 1999 Else?

Chapter 1999 Else?

?1999 Else?

'I have to reach the Fate Silk Realm.' Dyon clutched his fists.

"Well, it seems like the fun's over. [Heal]."

Dyon spoke this word casually, but the moment this third blessing came into effect, his entire body was enshrouded by white flames. An instant later, it was as though he hadn't battled at all.

Seeing this seen, the two Ancestors shivered in terror. It was only now they remembered... Dyon hadn't used his Faith to heal himself! It wasn't because he couldn't since they obviously had been able to... It was because he hadn't wanted to!

"Though healing with Faith sounds great, it's ultimately an unorthodox method." Dyon said casually. "It will leave lingering problems and influences. You two don't care because you're already old, but I like to think I have a great future ahead for myself. Now..."

Dyon's vajra body suddenly moved.

A palm strike descended from the skies, sending the two Ancestors barreling into the earth below without suspense, their bodies left in disheveled states of blood and gore. Even though one could clearly see it was a palm... Many couldn't help but feel like the Heavens themselves were collapsing upon them...

"... Is there anyone else?"

When they first completed their pact with Dyon, they had seen layers to his timeline that wouldn't appear in a normal person. They had known since then that their choice was correct. But seeing matters truly play out as they had expected... It was enough to fill their little hearts with joy.

"Since you've all remained silent, I'll take it as a sign of ascent. In just seventy to eighty more years, the Ancient Battlefield will descend. This isn't the time for the Mortal Plane to be embroiled in war.

"Those Failed Clans realize just what kind of opportunity this is. The fact the Heavens are allowing that plane's descent at this time means that it's given up on us already and wants to cleanse its failures. Think twice, then a third time, before doing something this foolish again. I won't forgive you a second time."

Dyon had long since come to understand that the Ancient Battlefield was nothing more than a tool of evolution. Not only could those who trained on its surface vastly increase their training pace, but its descent was the very core of the survival of the fittest.

The Heavens believed that their Modern Era was too weak. How could it not be? The so-called Sprites had taken the crown as 'pinnacle' race, but Dyon knew well that the true pinnacle race should have been those of his mortal clan.

Unfortunately, The Entity completely disrupted their rise, causing the race that should have been the strongest of the Titans, Angels and Elves to become unworthy of even being bottom feeders of the mortal plane.

The fact the Ancient Battlefield was descending so early only proved Dyon's thoughts. The Heavens wanted to hit a hard reset, to do it all over again from the beginning. For those Clans that had been lurking on the Ancient Battlefield for countless trillions of years, this was their chance!

But it seemed that those on the Mortal Plane weren't even considering this issue. They still believed that they would be able to weather the coming storm. After all, the 'defenders' had always had the advantage in the past thanks to their Faith.

This was why they were so adamant about getting rid of 'traitors' like Dyon. As long as they could ensure that no one betrayed the Defenders and allowed their Outsiders to accumulate Faith easily, it would only be a matter of time before they won.

However... They had underestimated the Heavens and its displeasure with the weakness of their Modern Era.

Not only would the battlefield descend far earlier than it should, but the Faith they had placed all their bets on would be sealed!