Dyon’s body was immediately engulfed by an illusory white flame. The sudden changed startled his wives awake.

“Dyon what are you doing?!”

Ri’s mind went blank. They thought they were out of the woods, why was he suddenly doing something so ridiculous again?

Dyon waved a hand, indicating he was fine. Inwardly, though, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Weren’t these four just mad at him for hiding things from them? Now look at how they react when he puts it out in the open. Was there much a difference anyway?

‘My soul is burning… But it isn’t tearing apart like it should. Is it that my soul is sturdy enough to withstand the sheering force? Or is there another reason?’

“Don’t worry, I’m just testing something.” Dyon said slowly. “I have a feeling that my soul is different. I’ve spent almost 200 years trying to understand what’s different between my soul and the soul of others… Why is it something that’s a certain death for other people isn’t like this to me? This is the first clue I’ve managed to grasp in all this time.”

Dyon’s wives suddenly understood. They were intelligent in their own right… If a virgin’s primordial yin was enough to save someone who burned their soul, there’s no way that Dyon would be the only one to use this method. The fact no one knew about it might really mean that… it only worked for Dyon?!

“There’s nothing to worry about, actually.” Dyon said faintly through his meditation. “I had already concocted pills that could supercharge the healing of my soul in conjunction with the Soul Tome. It’s just that I was so focused on you that I didn’t take them. Then… someone started kicking me, and someone else rammed into me with the full speed of a three facet Overlord, so I couldn’t hold on anymore.”

Clara and Ri looked at each other.

In the next instant, Dyon felt a powerful punch land on his right side and a blazing kick hit him from the left.

Dyon choked on air. Wasn’t this too much? No matter what, he was still in a dangerous state right now. And, a normal Supreme would have erupted into a cloud of meat paste by now.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Seeing that Dyon had the state of mind to joke around, Ri, Clara, Madeleine and Amphorae calmed down, looking on in curiosity.

The pressure Dyon was giving off would be suffocating to others, but for some reason, they felt even more comfortable now than they had before.

Dyon’s hand stretched out.

“Asura…”

A black hole of dark flames was slowly etched into existence. As his hard curved around in a circular pattern, more and more of it was drawn until eventually, a complex system of black flaming gears and runes manifested itself.

In those moments, it felt like the world was collapsing. The final Judgement wasn’t worth much to Dyon anymore. Though it could treat the lives of Peak Dao Experts, and even Fallen, like blades of grass… So could Dyon’s normal fists.

However, there seemed to be something fundamentally different about this Asura array. It was far more powerful than it had been in the past.

Back when Dyon first burned his soul, he noticed that his arrays were more powerful as well. However, back then, he naively dismissed it.

The Dyon of now realized how foolish this was.

What decided the strength of an array wasn’t the soul strength behind it, but rather the profundity of the runes it was drawn with. In this regard, it was different that battle techniques.

For a battle technique, strength was decided both by the quality of qi and the profundity of the technique. However, for an array, it was only decided by the strength of the runes that made it up. As long as you could draw it, it would always have the same strength.

Of course, there were ways to very narrowly increase the strength of an array. For example, array manipulation techniques like adding spin. Dyon often added quick rotations to his weapon’s master arrays to give them more penetrative power…

But this increase in strength was limited. One might want to mention Soul Aid, but it had to be remembered that Soul Aid actually used calculations to modify the array, thus resulting in the changes in strength. So, any array Soul Aid was applied to would no longer fundamentally be the same.

In Dyon’s youth, his soul talent was so overwhelming that he completely skipped over little minor rules like this, so he didn’t understand just how amazing it was that his arrays were stronger without changing their runes at all!

‘Just what is going on…’ Dyon mumbled to himself.

He crushed Asura, dissipating it into the wind as he popped a pill into his mouth.

‘Oh? I can control the speed of burning… Is this possible for others…?’

Dyon had never heard that the rate of soul burning could be controlled, so he had always gone all out from the very beginning.

Just now, he had faintly thought it would be better if he could stay in this state for longer, and as though subconsciously, his rate of soul burning slowed to a crawl.

Suddenly, all the uncomfortable effects of burning the soul completely vanished. The moment Dyon stopped going all out he even felt… comfortable?

Dyon felt like he had suddenly opened his eyes to an all-new world.