Chapter 2319 Penultimate

Chapter 2319 Penultimate

Dyon took a step forward, causing Aritzia's knees to tremble.

"My Origin Source... What did you do to it?!"

"Isn't this just the natural course? My Dao is stronger than yours, so yours was swallowed up. Did you really believe you were closing in to my previous strength? The people that I, Dyon Sacharro surpass, have no right to stand before me again!"

Dyon's words were like a clap of thunder to Aritzia's mind.

The last person he had spoken these words to was Chenglei. They were the same exact words, yet the status of the individuals who were victims to it were worlds apart.

But, this was exactly the kind of person Dyon was. It didn't matter to him who stood before him. He would treat them all the same. His arrogance wasn't one that faltered depending on who he was facing. No matter what, his back would stand straight enough to pierce through the Heavens.

Aritzia was just yet another victim.

She hadn't noticed it, but from the very beginning, Dyon had seen his path toward victory.

When he roared in his mind about simplicity, this wasn't just him affirming his own Dao Heart. Rather, he was actually putting the matters of his heart into practice. He was so heavily suppressed by Aritzia's Origin Source precisely because of how complex it was. It made it difficult for him to make use of all of his means.

But now, everything was suddenly flipping. Like a spreading infection, Dyon's Dao had begun to eat away at Aritzia's own, swallowing it without regard for anything.

The more time passed, the simpler Aritzia's Origin Source became. And, as a result, it grew weaker as well.

For Peak Immortal Gods, since there was no higher cultivation realm, what truly separated them was the comprehension of their Daos. There was a reason why despite sharing the same cultivation levels as the Patriarchs and Matriarchs of their clans, their Ancestors could still look down arrogantly from above.

The more this went on, the further away from the status of those Ancestors Aritzia fell.

Never could she have imagined that Dyon would be capable of doing this.

Was his Dao really that much stronger than her own?

"... Your soul..."

"Oh, you noticed?" Dyon said indifferently.

Despite the fact Dyon's soul was still in the Lower God Tier, there was something completely different about it that Aritzia couldn't put her finger on. It felt as though it was right in front of her, yet so far away at the same time.

"I'm... unresigned."

Aritzia's fists clenched.

That said... he would sometimes think about exactly what it was that person wanted. He said something about the Inheritance of their Master, but when Nazaire tried to explain to that person that the only Inheritance Dyon had left them was precisely [One Above All], that person snubbed his nose at it and even killed his junior brothers one by one, trying to gain the truth.

Just when Nazaire thought that he would die as well, that person had suddenly looked off into the distance and ran away as though it was afraid of something.

Since then, Nazaire not only held onto the guilt of the deaths of his three junior brothers, he had never learned who that person was. He also had no idea what it was that had scared that person away at the final moment.

However, what he did know was that with his master back, no one would dare treat them like this any longer. And, even beyond that, even if his master was no longer here, his enemies would have to step over his corpse to lay a hand on his junior brothers!

Despite their teasing words, the three juniors couldn't help but look toward their big brother's back with warmth in their eyes. They could imagine how hard it had been for their First Brother to survive all this time without them.

Dyon had long since seen the heaviness in his First Disciple's countenance, however there was only so much he could do. Something like guilt was too personal for another to interfere in too heavily. One only needs to look at Jade to understand this truth.

The three brothers exchanged glances. They could all see the determination in their eyes.

If they were stronger that day, their First Brother wouldn't have to shoulder such guilt on his own. They refused to allow their First Brother to go through such a thing again.

In unison, the three brothers stepped forward.

"You all... Dammit, do you take your First Brother's words for air?" Nazaire relentlessly scolded.

But his three younger brothers didn't seem to hear him, laughing merrily as they held the line along with their First Brother.

"Master will definitely win." Bowaye said with a grin, his half sprite body flickering with beautiful golden brown lights. "In that case, let's all have some fun before he comes and sweeps these bastards away. If we lag behind too much, wouldn't there not be any fun left to have?"

Hearing these words, Nazaire couldn't help but erupt into laughter as well.

Having such a great master, they were of course burdened by a great sense of pressure. They all wanted to be worthy of carrying on the legacy of the Nameless Immortal God. Which one of their dispositions wasn't haughty and prideful beyond compare?

"Come!" Nazaire roared.

"Little Sister Alauna, leave this to us. Just recline and enjoy some cherry ice cream." Bowaye said with a grin.

"Hmph." Alauna snorted, stars circulated around her head, making her look like an angel descended from the skies. "Keep up. If you don't kill as many as me, would you still have the face to let me call you Big Brother?"

The four men valiantly took the vanguard, carving a path through the army of gold. They would be just as unbridled and arrogant as their master.

They were unaware that in a certain corner of the battlefield, someone was watching on with patient eyes. They bided their time, pacing themselves without a care in the world.

But, if one looked closely, it seemed as though this person had everything in the palm of their hand. They could almost sense it, that perfect, penultimate time was coming.

Another penultimate moment was upon them. But this time, Little Yin and Yang weren't aware enough to sense it, having not said a word since the battle between Dyon and Emytheus...