Old Man's Dreams

In order to bring out the most power possible from his peak, the Lord Creator restricted himself not just to this third phase sky castle, but this throne room specifically. The higher the restriction, the more strength he received from it. As things stood now, although he was far weaker than a lower dao expert, he could kill a normal pseudo-dao expert with a single finger!

Dyon's gaze made his way to a skeleton that sat slumped on a throne, its body so limp that even the crown on its head seemed as though it could fall off at any moment.

But, it was in that instant that the once ordinary skeleton came to life. Its aura bloomed, cracking the large pillars that lined the room.

"Come, be the sacrifice that fulfills this old man's dreams."