There was a reason the heavens gave creatures so much time to cultivate. It takes time to accumulate wisdom and comprehension… It takes time to build an impenetrable dao heart. And, even then, it can crumble given enough time…
This wasn't even the worst of it. Dyon hadn't spent 40 years living life. He spent half of his life in a trial, fighting for his life. He spent nearly another three to five years unconscious. He even spent his childhood locked up in a room filled with computer screens, hiding away from the truth of his dead parents.
All Dyon knew was fighting and pain. Even his wives, the small blips of happiness in his life, were exactly that, small blips. The amount of time they had to make an impact on him, to show him that there was something beyond the pain, was minimal…