Oppression

Dyon silently gazed at the Palace entrance. With a thought, brilliant gold defensive array appeared below Zabia and Iaachus' crystal coffins before also repeating the same process with the remaining four corpses. With Dyon's array alchemy mastery, this feat was effortless.

When Dyon entered the Palace, his whole body couldn't help but relax with an overwhelming sense of comfort. In a single breath, the barrier to his 106th meridian was shattered, steadily filling up with saint energy. If Dyon were to break through to the celestial realm now, he'd be a 6th order expert!

'I could breakthrough to the celestial realm in one sitting of a few days here…'

After cultivating in the chaotic space of this universe for so long, Dyon energy manipulation had grown to exponential heights. It was similar to an athlete continuously training with heavy weight vests on before removing them for their big event. The ease to wish he could cultivate was similar to the ease with which he breathed.