The sight of Dyon being sent flying was a peculiar one, especially to Dyon himself. This wasn’t because there was anything odd about the action itself, per se. Rather, the problem was that Dyon couldn’t remember the last time he lost a clash against an opponent.

To make matters worse, not only was he sent flying, but a qi even more corrosive than the red qi he found within the wyvern cave invaded his body, killing off his cells one after another. No, it wasn’t corrosive… That wasn’t an accurate depiction of what was happening. Rather, this qi was sapping the energy of his cells, killing them off by suffocating and starving them.

‘This is ridiculous. Even if my cultivation is weakened, I still weigh 99 999 999 999 jin. Since when could a celestial hit with enough force to send this amount of weight flying? Dammit.’

The only saving grace was that Dyon didn’t feel that this strike severely injured him. At the very least, he didn’t spit up any blood. However, the qi that was invading his body was truly a problem.

Dyon quickly swapped his conventional qi for holy type qi. But he quickly noticed that celestial grade holy type qi was only barely able to slow this black qi down.

Dyon frowned. ‘Heal.’

Heal was the third blessing Dyon had learned all those years ago. He was exceptionally confident in it.

Yet, even after employing its aid, the black qi only lost out by a small measure.

‘What the hell…’

Unfortunately, Dyon didn’t get much time to think as the man-steed duo made it to his side in a flash.

The black armored man suddenly took out a balance. It juggled balls of white energy on one side, and balls of black energy on the other.

Instead of brandishing a weapon, it allowed the black scale to hover before him. His palms pressed together in prayer as qi surged all around him.

The qi split into black and white before merging as one into an eerie grey.

‘That’s the qi that entered my body…’

Dyon attempted to dodge this qi, but it continuously bombarded him from all sides. This space was simply too small. Who decided to hold this trial in a space with a mere 50-meter radius? A hundred meters from end to end? That was a blink of an eye even to a saint!

‘Dammit… Black horse… Black armor… that odd scale weapon… four doors filled with etchings of war… Don’t tell me I have to battle the four horsemen…’

Dyon had already realized what he was up against. The moment he realized his cells were being ‘starved’ of energy… He was facing Famine!

‘The Apocalypse huh… Don’t you think you’re a little too on the nose, Heavens?’

Every legend of his mortal world was rooted in truth… Was this the warning the Heavens set aside…? The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse… This was the final message of the Heavens.

Dyon deployed his Immortal Sense in full force. Before, he had been conservative, hiding a bit of his strength. But since he already had no choice but to burn his soul just to be able to stand upright, he obviously didn’t have the luxury of doing so.

His steps felt incomparably heavy. He wasn’t failing to dodge these orbs of energy because he couldn’t perceive their trajectories… It was because he couldn’t keep up with their speed.

Three orbs smashed into Dyon’s body. This time, no matter how proud he had been of the last time he tanked Famine’s precious strike, blood flew from lips.

‘This qi… This world is far more advanced in qi than our world is…’

Someone else might have breathed a sigh of relief if they entered a world with such a low cultivation cap. But for Dyon, especially after visiting the nameless underwater city, he felt a keen sense of trepidation.

The adaptation ability of humans was far too potent. If there was a roadblock in one direction, they would evolve in another. The nameless city and Dyon’s Mortal Clan were two examples of this already. And it seemed that this world… was a third!

BOOM!

Dyon slammed against one of the room’s eight pillars, sliding down it in a sorry state. He didn’t even have the mind to notice that the blood that slid down with him was being absorbed by these very pillars.

Dyon tried activating Titan Emperor’s Will, but the world suppression suddenly multiplied several times over before he even finished circulating the technique. His efforts were thanks by yet another mixture of blood and inner organs flying from his lips. But unfortunately, this time, instead of carrying a healthy crimson color, they had dimmed considerably, exuding a decidedly greyer color.

Dyon never thought he’d see the day where he missed the redness of his blood.

‘Fantastic.’ Dyon thought to himself as he met an orb of grey with his sword, only for another to smash into his side. ‘I can’t even use Titan Emperor’s Will without this world registering it as an increase in my cultivation.’

Dyon had been used to skating by on technicalities. Technically, he was a Dao Formation Expert, but he had the strength of an Overlord. In response, this world had forcibly lowered his overall strength to the celestial realm. Before, he had been complaining about Famine moving almost 100 trillion jin of his weight, only to realize his weight wasn’t anywhere near that number any longer…

Technically, his soul was in the Immortal Realm. In response, this world forcibly lowered his Immortal Sense back to the Divine Sense Realm…

Technically, Titan Emperor’s Will wasn’t an increase in his cultivation, but this world reacted to him fighting against its suppression by adding more…