First Disciple

Dyon's eyes sharpened. There was only one man who even Abraxus admitted he was the lesser to… His very own First Disciple!

Could it be that [One Above All] was his Origin Source…? 

To allow a mortal like him to understand what should be the peak existence among Immortals so easily. This realm of simplicity was far beyond Dyon's imagining. It was a realm that rivalled… Even the Heavens itself! 

Dyon's heart palpitated. Would he ever reach this level? 

'I will!' 

A fire lit in Dyon's eyes as he began to peel back the layers of [One Above All]. 

He suddenly understood that residing in this Realm was the hardest part about cultivating this technique. Gazing upon the mysteries of the technique itself was actually easy beyond compare. 

In the blink of an eye, five years whipped by before Dyon noticed. 

His body shook, the depth of his eyes sinking as though drowned in endless wisdom.